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For the second day of a short two-day trip in Northern California, I was focused on two P900s in the Shasta-Trinity NF east of Mt. Shasta. They are located in an area comprised of a patchwork of public and private forest lands, the latter owned by Sierra Pacific Industries, the largest private landholder in the state. On my way from Harris Mtn where I'd camped, I got distracted by some easy bonus peaks that waylaid me an hour or so in the early morning. It would warm quickly and be 84F by the time I called it quits in the early afternoon.
Dry Creek Peak was now 1.3mi to the southwest. I would have to reverse my route to Pt. 7,275ft, then continue on the ridge to the second peak. This was a mostly pleasant affair, again with good views and little brush. There is a craggy section of ridgeline northeast of Dry Creek Peak that I bypassed on the south side with some loose traversing across steep slopes, though nothing dangerous. It took a bit under an hour to make my way from one summit to the other. The summit of Dry Creek was rounded and mostly forested with fewer views. A set of nested tins were lying on their side outside the small summit cairn. This was probably another Bighorn Bill register from the same time, but it appears to have disappeared, probably due to weathering. Some loose pages from 2016 were found protected in a plastic bag, left by another party. To these I added one of my registers before heading back down.
I made a descending traverse from the summit, finding a pair of small, unnamed lakes 400ft below the summit to the east, then more traversing to the east to find my way back to the road I had started out on. It was 10:20a by the time I returned to the Jeep, and already quite warm. I had hopes for a longer day, but I could see that the temperatures were going to drive me to an early dismissal.
As expected, the first quarter mile to the summit was straightforward, using a variety of old logging roads that had been created for the salvage operation. The upper half had no such salvage clearing, likely due to the fewer trees found there, making for some very difficult brush. While it took only 15min to climb the bottom half, the upper half would take me three times that, giving my pants and body a thrashing. Did I mention it was hot? It was noon when I got to the summit, or at least where the benchmark was found with a small cairn, no register. The actual highpoint was about a hundred feet to the northwest, so I visited that briefly before returning to the benchmark where an abundance of boulders gave me partial views and a place to rest. Not finding the expected Bighorn Bill register, I left one of my own while I drank the rest of my Gatorade and prepared for the descent. The return went faster, thanks to gravity. I felt like a bear crashing down through the brush to make a "bear run", though I wasn't doing any running. It was getting close to 1p by the time I got back to the Jeep. I was more than a little dehydrated by this point and ready to call it quits. I showered, changed into some fresh clothes, and slowly worked through all the cold drinks in my cooler as I began the long drive back to San Jose. I think I'll need to move to higher elevations for my next outing...
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