Tue, Jan 21, 2014
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I had driven out the night before to the Coy Flat Campground, hoping that I might be able to drive several miles further to the boundary with the indian reservation. A locked gate at the campground bars further travel along the road and so I spent the night in the van parked there. I was up and on my way at 7a under overcast skies, spending the first hour and a half hiking some four and a half miles up the Forest Service road. The road was in good condition, suitable for all vehicles. It is maintained primarily for the summer residences in the Mountain Aire development about a mile from the summit. Some guides describe the road leading over the summit into the indian reservation as a through road open to public travel. In times past this was true and is an alternative way to reach the Western Sierra Hwy south of Slate Mountain, bypassing the small communities of Quaking Aspen and Ponderosa. Though not gated, the signs clearing indicate that the public is no longer welcome on the reservation property. My route left the road at this point, generally following west along the crest to Solo Mtn about two miles from the road.
I had first noticed the giant sequoias as I was hiking up the road, surprised that they were more than just a handful of trees. Their sizes were quite large and it was obvious that the area had somehow avoided the logging that took down many of the trees at the end of the nineteenth century. Where forest dominated, the cross-country was mostly straightforward and easy, but there was plenty of chaparral, primarily buckthorn, that caused my route to wander over both sides of the ridge looking for the easiest passage. Some old logging roads helped in places, but these were inconsistent and often badly overgrown. Forest Service signs are encountered all along the boundary between the reservation and the Sequoia National Forest. Some of the signs are for bearing trees, helpful back in the day before the advent of GPS. Enroute I encountered what appears to be an indian bedrock mortar. Nearby was a small US Bureau of Indian Affairs marker, likely placed to note the site should it become covered in forest duff or other debris. Of the dozens of giant trees I found along the way, only one instance was encountered of a felled sequoia, this near the summit of Solo Peak. Other trees had been logged in the area in times past, but the sequoias were left intact for the most part.
It was 10a before I finally reached the summit. I found some old fenceposts running across the flattish summit, but nothing else to mark the top - no cairn, no register, no cell tower. It was really just a location to tell me it was time to turn back. The only views at all on the whole route were found along the road in a few places where one can see across the Middle Fork of the Tule River. Jordan Peak rises prominently to the north and Hermit Rock can be seen in the distance to the northeast, but none of the High Sierra or more familiar peaks of the area can be seen (Slate Mtn, only 3 miles distance, is completely obscured by the forest). I returned to the campground and van by noon, but would have no other hiking the remainder of the day. Many hours would be spent driving back out on SR190, finding my way south to SR155 and then following it through Glennville, up and over Greenhorn Summit, down to Kernville and the Kern River Valley and finally up Sherman Pass Road as far as I could manage. Snow and ice on the road stopped me at the 8,000-foot level, though with chains I'd have easily been able to drive up and over Sherman Pass. There was some snow evident on the northern aspects of the fire-damaged slopes in the area, more than I had encountered the previous week in the eastern part of the range. This would cause me some trouble the following day. I parked at a staging area for snowmobiles just off the road, though with poor conditions there were no snowmobilers anywhere to be found and probably not for the last month. Mine was the only car I'd see along Sherman Pass Rd, and many miles from the nearest settlement, I was pretty much left to myself for the night...
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