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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...
Continued...
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