Mon, Oct 6, 2008
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With: | Tom Becht |
The first Pacific storm of the season had passed across California two days earlier, but mostly skirting over the northern portion of the state. What little precipitation fell in the Southern Sierra was almost entirely rain with only the scantiest of snow. The bit of rain actually helped to dampen the dusty trails and make them easier on the lungs. By the time Monday rolled around the clouds had completely dissipated and we were left with a sky full of stars and half a moon.
Leaving San Jose around 7:30p, I got to the junction of Nine Mile Canyon Rd and US395 shortly after midnight, finding Tom's car off to the side of the road about a mile up the canyon as we had arranged. I immediately went to sleep after pulling up next to him, figuring there was no need for a midnight start for the moderate effort it would require. Tom woke me around 1:30a after noticing I had arrived, and I promptly suggested we sleep til 4a, and so we did. Once we were up, it took longer to get to the Blackrock Pass TH than I had supposed it would, not helping that we had a wayward detour of the Kennedy Meadows CG and TH that probably annoyed the few campers we found there. Though the road is paved the entire way, it was more than 35 miles to the end of the road, much of it narrow and winding. It wasn't until 5:45a that we parked the van and got started.
Though we
started with headlamps, they were only needed for the half hour it
took us to descend to
Casa Vieja Meadows.
It quickly became clear that
the meadows
and surrounding areas in this region were regularly grazed by cattle.
Lots of horse and cattle prints, braided trails, and more cow pies than I've
ever seen in a Wilderness area told of the extent. We didn't see a single cow
the entire day, but that is likely because the herds have been removed ahead
of winter storms that could start at any time.
The trails were not difficult to follow, though there was some minor confusion when multiple braids would develop without warning. The terrain is undulating forest cover broken by intermediate meadows, the most interestingly named one being Beer Keg Meadow (no sign of beer kegs as we passed through). The trail passes by the source of several springs, highly useful since much of the other water sources are of suspect quality with so much cow activity in the area.
It took us three hours to reach Red Rocks Meadows, about three miles south
of Kern Peak. The name most likely
derives from the red rock of Indian Head
that
overlooks the meadows on
their western edge. There is an old cabin located at the
trail junction here,
the roof long gone and the remaining four walls about waist high.
We took a short break to eat a snack and check our maps. Tom and I had drawn
different routes to the summit as we came to find upon looking at the other's
map. My route followed the trail north to a pass before heading cross-country
to Kern from the east. Tom's route followed the trail northwest towards Cold
Meadows, then up the South Ridge of Kern. We decided to take my route up, Tom's
down. I think the South Ridge was the fastest and easiest of the two, not just
because we were going downhill, as it seemed more direct.
Continuing on, we followed the trail for a bit more than an hour, striking
off cross-country before we actually reached the pass. Once atop the ridgeline
east of Kern, the slope was very gentle leading to the East Face of our peak.
Almost
all of the cross-country travel in this area is
very easy. It wasn't until we
were on this east-running ridge that we had our first real views of the day. We
could see Olancha rising high to
the east,
Langley and Whitney to the northeast,
the Kaweahs and Kings-Kern Divide to the northwest and north. A large expanse of
forest dotted with meadows lay in between, probably home to yet more cattle herds
in the summertime.
Though the East Face looked steep from the contours on our map, we found the
slope tame and
barely class 2. There is good,
grassy footing most of the
way up, or one can scramble
over boulders in a more direct line as we did. It
was after 11a when we
neared the summit. A few
small patches of snow were found
left over from the recent storm, but through the entire expanse of High Country
that spread out to
the north,
there was almost no visible snow, even at Whitney's 14,500-foot summit.
Kern's summit has the dilapidated remains of a lookout tower that crowned the
summit at one time in the past. Most of it has fallen down over the years, but
there is still a
usable platform that probably wouldn't pass muster with OSHA.
Oddly,
the roof
was somewhat intact though it had fallen off the structure when
the sides holding it up collapsed. We stayed almost 45 minutes at the summit
before heading back. There was no wind to speak of and the weather was quite
nice sitting up there. We could easily have taken a long nap, but knew we still
had a long way to get back.
The descent off the South Ridge was rather pleasant and easy. After half an hour
we dropped off
the ridge towards the east intending to intersect the Cold Meadows Trail
further down, but managed to miss it entirely. Seems we dropped off a bit too
early, but it didn't really make much difference since it was easy traveling
with no serious bushwhacking. It took only about an hour and fifteen minutes
to return to Redrocks Meadows.
Not long after we passed Beer Keg Meadow we took an unintended turn at a
small unnamed meadow. We caught our mistake about fifteen minutes past the
junction by consulting the GPS, but found we could continue on our way
via an alternative trail that would meet up with our original trail back
at Casa Vieja Meadows. This new route took us through the
large meadow at
the lower southwest end of Long Valley. A large and seemingly well-maintained
cabin
was boarded up at the edge of the meadows in the woods - an odd find for
a Wilderness area. More odd were the
tire tracks that we found as we continued
past the cabin on a trail leading towards
Dry Meadow. We were still about a
mile within the Wilderness boundary, so it was hard to see how the treads
could be there legally. Our map showed a ranger station at Casa Vieja, so we
figured we'd ask there about the cabin and tracks.
Now heading southwest, we followed through the heavily grazed area around
Dry Meadow and onto Casa Vieja Meadows. We found the
ranger station boarded
up and locked - looking like it hadn't been opened all season. Perhaps the
station is no longer active. Ironically, the entire area around it was
densely covered in cow pies. We'd get no answers here.
In order to take a
more direct route, we hopped a fence and hiked across the middle of the large
meadow at Casa Vieja.
The fence enclosed the majority of the large meadow,
and judging by the extent of cow droppings found inside and outside the
enclosure, the fence's only purpose seems to be to keep wildlife out of the
meadow. Nice.
We got back to the car around 4:20p, making for a 10.5hr outing. It was 5:30p before we got back to Tom's car where we'd left it in the morning. I was going to hang around the east side of the range for a few more days, but decided to head back home, same as Tom. Tom had to work the next day, but I had no similar commitment. Guess I was just getting my fill of the Sierra for one season as it starts to wind down in mid-October.
Via email from Rachel Condon on Mar 6, 2017:
Know this is way late, but I was looking at your picture of what you thought
might be an outhouse is more probably the remains of the table/stand for
the Osborne Fire Finder in the
lookout. Attached is a link to a publication on how to use one. Page 3 has a
sketch of the stand. Since they were usually built on site from plans, there
were some variations.
For more information see these SummitPost pages: Kern Peak
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