Sat, May 6, 2017
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With: | Jeff Moffat |
Jose Barriga |
The sign at the Smittle Creek picnic area has posted hours of
"Sunrise to Sunset" but there was no one anywhere near sunrise to open the gate
when I arrived half an hour early. No matter, there is plenty of usable parking
on the other side of the road outside the picnic area. Jeff and Jose drove in
from Middleton, not far from where they live in Lake County to the northwest.
Both
work for Calpine in their geothermal operations in the county, which prompted
some inquiries later on my part about access to some of their lands. We hiked
along the pavement for a short distance to reach the locked gate
to a gravel
road heading west. Daryn had mentioned that this land had been purchased
by the Napa Land Trust, and though not exactly open to the public, it seemed
a low-risk route into the Wilderness area. We followed the good road for only
a short distance before turning off onto a lesser dirt road that showed almost
no signs of use save for cow and deer tracks. We followed this through some
lovely
meadow areas with
flowers overlooking Lake Berryessa
before dropping a short distance to Smittle Creek. After an
easy crossing the
road continues on the other side, climbing
1,000ft up to
Trout Creek Ridge, offering still better views of the
lake behind us.
At a junction on the ridge we paused to consider our options. I suggested we
head to Iron Mtn first since we might not have the energy or will to do so
later should the bushwhacking prove exhausting. The others concurred. We had
trouble finding the old road shown on the topo map leading up to Iron Mtn from
the junction we'd stopped at. My GPS didn't show this road, but the others
could see it on their phones when they pulled up the peakbagger app. Somewhat
comically, we pointed in various directions before agreeing it should be "just
through the woods there". Thinking we were almost in spitting distance, we
enthusiastically jumped into the woods, starting a regrettable quarter mile
thrashing through, under and around thickets rife
with poison oak underfoot. We'd pause, pull out the phones, point them around,
and then thrash some more. After about 15-20min of this nonsense, we finally
stumbled onto
the old road we'd been looking far. I'd taken a mean cut
across my arm that drew blood and a poke in the eyeball with a stick that had
me wincing for the next half hour. The others faired similarly on what turned
out to be the crux of the day, totally unnecessary. Once on the road, we found
it was in decent shape for foot travel, with evidence of old clipping along the
way to keep it navigable. There was some ducking in places and brushing some
branches aside, but we made good progress and covered the last 3/4mi in 20min.
We found a survey stick at the summit, slightly askew, no register or
benchmark in the chaparral surrounding it. The summit provided us with good
views of
the lake and our main goal, Cedar Roughs to
the northwest. In following the road back down, it was easy to see how
we had missed it near the junction, the old roadbed now overgrown in
a shallow meadow area with tall grass. We returned to the junction and
headed north along the better
dirt road going across the top of
Trout Creek Ridge in that direction. This route can be followed for a number
of miles north to the Pope Creek inlet to the lake, but we went only a mile
before forking down a spur road that
soon ends at a pair of rock
pillars. The
southern of the two was higher and more interesting-looking and I went over to
see if I could scramble up it. Though somewhat loose, there are decent holds
and I was within about 5ft of the top when the air was filled with the
screeching of a pair of birds flying in circles overhead. The others identified
them as perigrine
falcons at which point I immediately announced I was coming down. Seems I had
interrupted a nesting pair in the area, probably atop the formation I was trying
to climb. The birds kept up their cries until we had descended the steep slope
between the two pillars
down to Trout Creek at which point they went back to their regular business.
Later we would spot a bald eagle flying overhead and one of the
same falcons swooping down and harrassing the eagle until it had left the
area.
Trout Creek
flows through a narrow canyon with steep embankments on both sides.
We had some trouble climbing out the other side because it was so steep and
loose. The better route is described here which we used on the way back: After
passing through pillars, we trended left (south) down to the creek, but should
have continued south along the creek a short distance until a side drainage is
found coming down from the west. The left (south) side of this drainage has the
least brush though there is much unavoidable poison oak underfoot - you have to
treat your shoes and pant cuffs as contaminated and deal with it. Animal (and
now some people) trails help one climb
up this drainage for 1,000ft to
the summit of Cedar Roughs. The going gets better as one ascends, occasionally
breaking out onto
grassy slopes, continuing on
the left side
of the drainage
until one reaches the upper rocky slopes filled with California junipers. Here
the going gets downright pleasant and the poison oak all but disappears. The
GPSr helped us stay close to the tracks laid down by the previous parties and
just after 11a we reached the top. The views are lacking here due to the trees,
but there is plenty of room under the forest canopy to sit and relax. We had no
trouble finding
the rock cairn and
register left by Daryn and
David, taking about 30min
at the summit to eat lunch and rest.
With the better route-finding on the way down, we followed the south side
of the drainage back down to Trout Creek before climbing back up
through the pillars with the falcons once again taking up their
harrassment efforts. With more sunshine in the afternoon, the
trees,
meadows and
lake provided better photo opportunities. It was
not long after 1:30p by the time we returned to
the starting gate, our
descent time taking only 2hrs. Back at the vehicles, I changed into some fresh
clothes while consigning the others to the contamination bin until I could get
home to wash them. Jeff and Jose took off in their truck heading one direction
while I took off in the other, heading south back to San Jose. I would have
liked to spend a few more days in the area with so much green about, but I
hadn't gotten my act together to plan a longer trip. It would probably be good
for me to get back home to wash up with some Technu - just in case the poison
oak had managed to find a way through my defences...
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