Mon, Oct 20, 2008
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With: | Shane Smith |
For nearly three hours I plied the trails towards Crown Valley by headlamp,
temperatures in the upper 20's - cold, but not unbearable as long as I kept
hiking. I figured I would be in Blue Canyon by sunrise and the sun would help
warm me up at that time. When I reached Crown Valley I spotted what looked like
a campfire through the woods, but when I noticed several of these I realized
they were parts of the forest burning, not campfires.
It looked like the Tehipite
fire was still burning after all. When I went to look at the glowing embers
close up, I found deep ash in places off the trail, yet in other places things
were untouched. It had rained lightly a few days earlier, and the damp earth
along with the cold temps and still air were conspiring to extinguish the fire,
but only with mixed success. There was still a good deal of dead wood littering
the forest floor along with a thick matting of pine needles. The fire managed
to creep slowly through the pine needles in places, sometimes going out, other
times igniting the drier pieces of dead wood. It was a slow-motion affair for
the most part and it was not difficult to walk around the fire area at the
perimeter where I had approached. Several trees were
partially consumed in the
hour I hung around watching the fire, and in the distance I could hear the
crashing of trees from time to time. I made several attempts to continue on the
trail past Crown Valley, but the smoke only got thicker as I waded into the
burn area. I imagined that as the day warmed up I might find myself in real
trouble later in the afternoon upon my return. A retreat seemed the smarter
option. It helped that I realized I might
still be able to salvage the day and climb Three Sisters. I had been saving the
peak possibly for a list finish, but using it in such a situation seemed a good
idea as well.
It was just past sunrise and 7:15a by the time I had hiked all the way back to
the TH.
Seven hours of hiking and no peak to show for it. That is some kind of
a record for me. On the bright side, I still had most of the daylight ahead of
me and Three Sisters shouldn't take more than about half a day, I guessed.
Once again in
the van, I drove back out to Wishon Reservoir, and then on to Courtright
Reservoir and the Cliff Lake TH. It was now about 8a. There was a single car
when I arrived, parked near a locked gate. I drove past it into the large
parking lot and went over to the TH kiosk to inspect the map. Since I hadn't
prepared for Three Sisters ahead of time, I had only a general idea where the
peak lay. It could not be seen through the forest in the vicinity and I hoped
a map at the kiosk would prove sufficient for navigational purposes. Alas, the
map showed only trails and lakes, but none of the surrounding peaks nor
terrain topography. I was afraid I might be out of luck.
I heard a car engine and guessed that the car's owner had returned. Perhaps I could see if they had a map I might peruse. As I walked over to the other vehicle, the passenger window rolled down and I politely asked if there might be a map of the area I could look at. "Yeah, sure," was the response. As he started to dig around in a pack in the heavily loaded, but pint-sized car, I added further that I was wanted to get to Three Sisters. "Really? That's where I'm going," he responded, then paused in his search, looked up at me and said, "Are you Bob?" I started to laugh.
Turns out it was Shane Smith. Having just climbed Spanish Mtn the day before, he'd slept in his car overnight and was heading to Three Sisters today. A prolific peakbagger, I've seen Shane's name in dozens of summit registers but had never met him. Shane has completed all of the DPS peaks, all but one of the HPS ones, and upwards of 150 on the SPS list, for a grand total higher than my own. He and I had just exchanged emails only a week earlier concerning the standard route on Middle Palisade. That we would meet each other coincidently like this might at first seem highly improbable, but upon further reflection wasn't all that unlikely. For me it was quite fortuitous, because not only would I get a map to the peak, I'd have someone to join me as well.
The two of us headed out not long after 8a, taking the Cliff Lake
Trail into the
Dinkey Lakes Wilderness and up several thousand feet
of gain. Once
Shane had
shed his colder outerwear, passing folks might have mistaken us for twins, both
wearing the same khaki-colored pants, long sleeve white T's, and similar
hiking boots. Even the goofy hats were similar. The biggest difference was that
Shane was sporting trekking poles. For several hours we hiked
along discussing each other's goals, work, climbing, and family histories and
stories. Hailing from Ridgecrest, I envied Shane's central location for peak
bagging the Sierra Club lists, but not so much the 100F+ temperatures one has
to endure during the summer for the priviledge. His drive to the west side
TH had been similarly daunting - 8hrs, while mine had taken but 5hrs.
We reached Cliff Lake by 10a, a beautifully situated lake at the
9,400-foot
level, with (you guessed it) cliffs bordering it on one side. Beyond the cliffs
rose Three Sisters, just barely visible above the foreground. After taking a
short break,
we continued around the east side of the lake, climbing higher as
we turned west and headed towards Three Sisters.
Dogtooth Peak
came into view
to the north behind Cliff Lake now below us. We followed a line heading nearly
directly for
our summit,
with only slight veering to the north to avoid losing
too much elevation. At the base of the peak, we scrambled up the class 2
East Face.
It was only for the last 20ft or so as we climbed the
summit rocks
directly that we encountered a few class 3 moves - easily avoided if one so
chose.
It was shortly before 11a when we summited, and though the climbing had been
rather mundane, we were both highly impressed with the sweeping view of the
Sierra before us. We could see the Clark and Cathedral Ranges of Yosemite to
the north,
the Great Western Divide and the Kaweahs to the south, and literally
hundreds of peaks in between to the east. Three Sisters lies so far west of the
rest of the Sierra that it gives the impression of being on another range - not
unlike the view from the Inyo or White Mtns, but with a much broader sweep of
peaks since the inside of the curve of the Sierra faces west rather than east.
Together we pieced together labels for more than 30 of the peaks within our
view, and probably could have done twice that had we taken more time with the
effort. The summit register went back only a few years but the names of the
frequent visitors easily filled several books. We added our own while we snacked
and considered what to do next.
The nearest peaks are Brown Peak to the south and Dogtooth
to the northeast.
Further south
were Eagle and Nelson Peaks, but these were too far for me to
consider given the extra seven hours of hiking I'd gotten in before sunrise.
Dogtooth looked to be the most interesting of the two nearby peaks and I
resolved to head off in that direction. Shane seemed a bit surprised that I
would head off to the peak without having gathered any beta beforehand, but it
looked to me like it ought to be no harder than class 3. Certainly
worth a look, I thought. Shane decided he'd be content with just the SPS peak
and declined to join me, so we shook hands at the summit and parted via
different routes.
I headed down the NE side to the saddle with Dogtooth Peak. I skirted a few
intermediate highpoints on their south side, traversing easy cross-country
ground over slabs and sparse forest cover.
There were ducks in places along the way, to
what purpose I could not fathom. Certainly there was nothing to hinder taking
almost any route across the easy terrain, and why someone would build ducks to
encourage a specific path seemed a bit pointless. I dismantled those I happened
to pass by on my way.
It took only about an hour to make it from one summit to the other. Dogtooth
has three distinct summits, the highpoint being the least obvious one to the
east, at least when approaching from the west. The most interesting of the three
is the westernmost, the double-pointed
formation
looking like the namesake canine
tooth when viewed from most angles. It was also the hardest, probably class 4
by the easiest route, but I didn't take the time to find out as I might have
had I not been fairly tired by this time. By skirting around the north side of
the west and middle summit I was able to find a class 2-3 way around to the
saddle between the east and middle summits. It was then easy to pass through
this saddle around the south and east sides of the higher pinnacle and find a
somewhat circuitous class 3 way up with little exposure. The
east
and south
faces below the route were near vertical and looked to be well beyond class 3,
but I didn't look all that hard to see if there might be other ways to reach
the highpoint. It certainly had the look and feel of limited options without
getting out a rope.
I found two canisters
at the summit, each containing register books that were
concurrently in use. Though not as popular a summit as Three Sisters, it
still saw a good deal more traffic than the average Sierra summit, probably
owing to its relatively short distance from Courtright and the outstanding
views to be had from its summit (much like Three Sisters).
After my short visit to the summit, I reversed the route I had taken up from the
west until I was on easier class 1-2 terrain. There may have been other options
off the west side, but by this time I was too tired to go exploring and really
just wanted to get back. I headed south from Dogtooth towards a lake
in that
direction. Without a map I wasn't certain where the trail was, but it wasn't
too hard to guess that I would intercept it if I continued in that direction.
This cross-country romp would shortcut the return, bypassing Cliff Lake. The
lake I passed around south of Dogtooth was Bullfrog Lake I came to find later,
a pretty lake with fine
views of Dogtooth behind it when viewed from
the west or south shores.
I had hoped I might run across a side trail at Bullfrog Lake, but not finding
one I continued in a more southeast direction, passing an unnamed lake
and eventually intersecting the main Cliff Lake Trail further below.
I spent another hour on the trail, mostly downhill, but the
last mile back to the TH had a modest 250-foot gain. It was 2:40p when I got
back to
the car,
making just over 6hrs for Three Sisters & Dogtooth, but more
than 13hrs for the day. I was happy to call it quits. I managed to get home to
San Jose before the kids went to bed, somewhat to the surprise of the family -
they'd gotten used to having me roll in around midnight of late. I would save
that for the next outing later in the week.
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