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Leaving San Jose following my daughter's volleyball
game, I reached Walker Pass sometime after 1a where I spent the night quite
comfortably. In the morning I drove to the Lone Pine Visitor Center to pick
up a permit and then continued up to Horseshoe Meadow. It was 10a before I was
ready to head out,
but I hardly needed an early start since I wasn't planning to do too much.
It was my first foray into backpacking since my ignominious effort back in June
when foul weather made a mess of my plans. Weather would not be a factor this
time, except perhaps that it was a little too sunny and warm for my
liking. The choice of trails was pretty decent. Trail Pass is one of the easiest
High Sierra passes to get over, requiring only about 500ft of climbing
from Horseshoe Meadow in about 2mi - only Tioga Pass via car is easier
than that. Heading down the south side of
Trail Pass one can get
a view to Kern Peak poking
up in the distance, though most views are muted by the forested slopes one
travels through. After realizing I'd already done most of the elevation gain
for the day,
I started thinking this was a little too easy and began changing the plan
on the fly. I was going to save Sharknose Ridge for the hike out but it seemed
a better idea might be to climb it on the way in when I had more time, so about
a mile down the south side of the pass on the way to Mulkey Meadows I left the
trail to head more directly
to Sharknose.
The ridge looks pretty nondescript
from Mulkey Meadows and I could see nothing that might suggest its fanciful
name. The north side of the meadows are striped with a bunch of
cow trails,
evidence of many years of use and abuse. Petrified cow patties lay seemingly
everywhere. I thought the grazing areas would be confined to those areas closest
to the various THs throughout the Golden Trout Wilderness but that was hardly
the case. I saw evidence of grazing in every meadow I visited, some more than
15mi from the nearest trailhead. It was only later when I was doing some online
research that I realized how extensively this whole region had been grazed up
until the creation of the Golden Trout Wilderness. Though the number of cattle
has been greatly reduced, they still seem to have access to most of the
wilderness meadows, sadly.
On the south side of the meadow I took off my pack and left it at an old
campsite, A rusty shovel head
suggesting a stock camp, not backpackers. With a
far lighter load I headed south up forested slopes, climbing about 1,200ft in a
little over a mile to reach the highpoint of Sharknose Ridge, found to the south
of several lower rocky sections along the ridge. These I bypassed on the east
side for the ascent, finding the west side on the descent more direct and
easier. The summit offers unobstructed
views across much of the
Wilderness and into the high country of
SEKI NP. Exactly where
Overlook Mtn lay to
the west
eluded me. Undoubtedly it was one of those lower forested humps off in that
general direction. After taking in the views (and not finding a register as
would become the norm on this trip) I returned to Mulkey Meadows and my pack. I
took a break for
some lunch
before reshouldering my load and continuing.
I spent the next several hours making my way southwest to Tunnel Meadow. After
a gentle rise to a very shallow saddle between Mulkey Creek and the South Fork
of the Kern River, the trail begins descending into the latter's drainage,
following it through the two mile-long Tunnel Meadow. This is the first
useable water
I came across, a welcome relief since I was only carrying two quarts from
the start. Tunnel Meadow has some interesting Sierra history. At one time there
was a dirt airstrip used mostly by a guy named Bob White who would fly
folks in to the 9,000-foot airstrip for fishing, horseback riding and other
backcountry pursuits in this miles-from-anywhere location. The runway is still
visible in the meadows, but unusable now, decommissioned when the Wilderness
was created. The nearby
corral
is in disarray and if any of the structures (a
camp here run by Bud Loniker catered to the folks brought in by Bob) are
still standing I didn't see evidence of them. A mile and a half away at the
southwest end of the meadow is something called the
Tunnel Station, manned at
one time by the Forest Service mainly for fire suppression (possibly still is,
but no one there when I
visted). The
water tower
is defunct but the building appears to be still used,
at least occasionally. It's an interesting location where the Golden Trout
Creek (which flows to the Kern River) and the South Fork Kern River come within
a few hundred yards of each other, separated by a low rise. A tunnel was built
here to divert water from the Golden Trout Creek, eventually causing bad blood
between ranchers grazing opposing meadows. The tunnel was either blown up
or collapsed on its own, but was from where the meadow's and station's names
derived. For more of this fascinating history can be found
online.
There are multiple trail junctions
in the vicinity of Tunnel Station with
Overlook to the west and my other main objective, Templeton, to the southeast,
so somewhere around here is where I intended to set up camp for a few nights. I
followed the trail fork down the South Fork Kern River for about half a mile
until
I found a flat place alongside the creek I could source water and rinse off. As
it was only 4:30p with plenty of daylight, I left my pack here and headed off
for nearby Red Hill. It's one of several cinder cones in this volcanic area,
and at 9,460ft it's the highest of 39 similarly designated landmarks in the
state - yay. It's a pretty tame cross-country scramble from most directions
with enough vegetation
on its sides to provide decent footing (with the exception of the descent route
I took directly east off the summit - steep bootskiing to the trail, definitely
not recommended for the ascent), and few trees along the crater rim to allow
nice views of
Kern Peak and the
surrounding countryside. The whole outing took less than 45min.
"Camp"
consisted of a blue tarp, bivy sack, pad and sleeping bag, my food bag
hanging from a nearby tree. Temperatures at night had been getting quite chilly
so the creek water was pretty frigid for rinsing off - brrrrrrrrr. I ate a cold
dinner that consisted of a variety of packaged items I'd picked out at the
grocery store a few days earlier - yogurt raisins, beef jerky, tuna salad, Ritz
crackers, and couple other things, all of them tasty though none of them as nice
as a hot meal would have been. In the interest of saving
weight I hadn't brought a book so I was a little lost on what to do until the
sun went down. I decided to go for a short hike after dinner up a small knoll
on the east side of the creek overlooking Red Hill. It was a nice perch from
which to watch the sunset and it started to cool down quickly after that.
I was in bed not long
after 7p. Turns out if you hike enough miles during the day it's not that hard
to sleep for 12hrs...
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