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Etymology Pahrump Peak |
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I had spent the night parked off SR178 at it's highpoint at the north end of
the range, just outside the Nopah Range Wilderness. From there it was something
under 3mi to the summit with about 2,800ft of gain. I was up early,
starting out from my overnight spot at 6a. Shortly after starting out,
sunrise came upon
Mt. Stewart (another DPS summit) to the north, the
highpoint of the Resting Springs Range. My route was relatively flat for about
half a mile before beginning a slow rise up
easy slopes. The footing
was good and I enjoyed the early morning hike up towards the
main crest
of the range. The gradient increased until I reached the crest that forms the
NW Ridge of Pahrump Peak. Easy scrambling led higher, with fine views of
Chicago Valley to
the west and Mt. Stewart to
the north. By
7:30a I had reached a false summit less than 10min from the highpoint. Things
get interesting here. Someone had carried up a 7-foot
steel cross and
left it lying here to rust, probably decades old. I'd guess that they planned
to take it to the highpoint but found
the going a little too spicy for
their liking. A
rocky knife-edge connects the two points and
the scrambling here was
top-notch. I enjoyed this very short
stretch with surprisingly good rock, class 3 but with some exposure. The east
side of the peak drops off precipitously into some dry canyon washes hundreds
off feet below. I made it to the summit and found - nothing. Well, almost
nothing. There was
a small cairn, but no benchmark, register, survey
tower and thankfully, no steel cross planted there.
Looking south,
it's hard to tell if Pahrump Point
is lower, but I'll trust the USGS surveyors on this one. It appears to make
for a very interesting traverse, but that exercise I would leave to another
pioneer. I reversed the route back across the knife-edge, found a place to move
the iron cross to so that it would be out of view, and then returned back down
to the start by essentially the same route, making for a 3hr outing.
The first four miles of this hike were up a steady low gradient
rising from
the Amargosa River channel, an hour and a half of dodging and weaving around
the various flavors of desert scrub that eke out an existence here.
The route to the summit is not an obvious one as it hides behind a lower peak
to the west. The direct approach up this lower peak works, but requires a drop
of almost 400ft to a saddle (the route I used for the return). To save 800ft of
extra climbing I steered to the right, following up a wash that leads to this
saddle from the south. It was not a very pleasant wash, partly because it was
getting warm in the late morning but mostly because the
gravel/rock wash was tedious to walk in. I grew tired of this but
didn't know if I could climb out to the right to reach the main crest - a
band of cliffs here look formidable. It was only as I got closer
(and grew even less enamoured with the gravel hike) that a way through the
cliff band looked possible, so
up I went. There was much
loose crud on
steep slopes to wade through, but nothing technically
difficult and in about 30min I had found my way to
the crest. I still
had another half hour along the summit's
South Ridge to reach the
summit, but this part was more interesting, with limestone scrambling and fine
views off either side.
It was 12:35p by the time I reached the summit. A register was found
in a plastic container, left by a pair of local Pahrump adventurers
in 2005. Bob Greer of the LVMC was the only other entry, visiting
in 2014. The summit has nice views,
east across Stewart and
Pahrump Valleys to Mt. Charleston and the Spring Mtns,
west across the
Amargosa Valley into Death Valley NP,
north to Shadow Mtn (another P1K)
and
south along the crest of the Resting Spring Range.
I had a minor quandary to wrestle with as I sat there on the summit
contemplating my next move. It wasn't long past noon and I had more than seven
hours of daylight, but it was growing warm. A planned third hike to the
Funeral Mtns Wilderness HP (also a P1K) wasn't sounding all that exciting at
the moment. I knew I would be far less enthusiastic by the time I returned to
the car. A better plan seemed to be to drag the current one out longer than
needed and so I ended up taking the return route over Peak 4,675ft, passing
across
the saddle between them. This required me to first descend
north to the lower summit 1/4mi in that direction (the one mentioned in the
first register entry), then down
the ridgeline to
the saddle.
The darker limestone gives way
to lighter-colored rock as one crosses the saddle. The climb up to Peak 4,675ft
was a little tiring, but thankfully not all that much elevation. Looking back
at the higher
Amargosa Peak behind me, the whole west side looks steep
and treacherous though in practice it wasn't bad at all.
At the top of Peak 4,675ft I wasn't sure I was at the highpoint. Another
point to the southwest looked like it could be of nearly equal
height as did a few points to
the northwest. I decided to head
northwest and tag
the two minor points as I followed the ridgeline down the west side of the
range. Neither of the points proved higher (nor did the southwest point when I
studied the maps more closely later) and I enjoyed the leisurely descent back
to the Amargosa Valley. Aside from the occasional
pretty or
unusual flower that I stopped to inspect, the most unusual thing of
note was a half-eaten
golden eagle I found as I approached the
highway. My best guess is that it got taken
out by a passing vehicle, probably while it was lunching on roadkill itself,
ironically. A coyote probably then dragged it off the road and made a meal of
the eagle until the feathers became more trouble than it was worth.
It was close to 4p by this time and I felt less guilty about calling it quits
for the day. It was probably 85F and the desert just isn't that much fun
when it warms up. I headed north on SR127 through
Death Valley Junction (I failed to find a large soda for sale there)
and into
Beatty, NV where I would
spend the next few evenings. Having been to Beatty in the past, I knew there
wasn't
much to this town and I spent some time looking for a place to get shade and
wifi. I eventually hit upon Dennys (whose entrance is annoyingly located to
make you walk the entire length of a dingey, smokey casino). I spent about two
and half hours there, stretching my meal out the entire length. The place
doesn't appear to get a lot of business on a weekday afternoon so I didn't feel
guilty about taking up the booth all that time. After the sun had set I left to
find a place to sleep for the night, finding it at the ruins of Carrera near
the TH for Bare Mountain, a P2K I planned to visit the next day. I was almost
a mile from, and several hundred feet above US95, keeping the traffic noise to
a minimum and allowing me to sleep well that night...
Continued...
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