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Topic: Travel
Camping got off to a rough start. Late Friday night one of the belts in Travis’ car broke and it’s a belt most places don’t keep in stock. We had to wait Saturday until service places opened to call around and find one. He was lucky that there was one near by that had the belt in stock. Getting the belt and getting installed was a pain (I won’t go into all the details). We finally got on the road around 1:30 (as opposed to 9 or 10 as intended).
We stop at a ranger station on our way up to Serene Lake just to check on the conditions. The ranger said it was still under 3-4 ft of snow. Okay, there goes that plan. She recommended we head to Bull of the Woods Wilderness and gave us a map. So we head that way hoping that lots of other people were not also doing that. There were several options for us and we choose the Pansy Lake area because if we got there and there were lots of people we could continue on to some other lakes until we found one with few people. We talked to somebody at the trailhead who said that Pansy Lake was pretty crowded when they went by and that it was also pretty snowy further in so they turned around and left. We decide to head up anyway. By this time it was about 3pm. We get to a split in the trail about ? mile in (before the lake) and decide to head up towards Dickey Lake rather than Pansy Lake (Travis was having an issue with any lake named Pansy). The hike was extremely beautiful but quickly headed up in elevation. Remember – we have gear for backpacking with us (tents, sleeping bags, etc). Travis’ pack was probably in the 55-60 pound range and mine significantly less but still a bit heavy for the first trip of the season. We hit a few snow patches but it was packed so relatively easy to navigate over. It appeared there was no easy access to Dickey Lake from the trail and we continued on. Travis noted on the map that there appeared to be a nice secluded little lake off the trail a ways ahead of us. I mentioned that it looked like a fairly steep descent down to it based on my mad map reading skills meaning that it would be a fairly steep ASCENT the next day with our heavy packs.
We get to the top of the ridge and yes, it was extremely steep. Does this prevent Travis from wanting to hike down there? Of course not. We start descending with our packs pretty much sliding most of the way. Luckily for me, I had my trekking poles which made a world of difference. About 50 feet down and lots of bitching by me, we see no sign of the bottom or a lake. We decide to deposit the packs and go a bit further down to scout it out. We mark our path with bits of an old milk jug to make certain we can find our packs again. We finally get close to the bottom and see the lake. Quite a stunning location. Too bad it was surrounded by thick snow! We sat there for awhile lamenting all our hiking troubles caused by snow. I think the snow gods have it out for us. We start heading back up the trail. We reach our packs and then the real fun begins lugging them up the 50 feet we had gone down with them initially. I think my trekking poles saved my life several times over. Travis had a heck of a time with his back and had to basically toss it up one step at a time since wearing it would have been too dangerous with that steep of a slope.
We finally get back to the trail (which I should mention has frequent downed trees that we have to climb over) and decided to continue up toward the lookout. One person we passed on the trail said that only one group is camping up there. We hoped to find another spot and camp there for the night. Travis puts on his pack, tightens the waist band and *snap*. The buckle broke. Fabulous. NOT what you want with a 60 pound pack It’s quite a bit further UP than I had anticipated but eventually we make it. While quite stunning, there were no other spots where we’d be able to set up for the night. We eat some food and rest for a bit before continuing on the trail in search of a flat area to set camp. At this point we also notice that our map has disappeared. It must have fallen out of the pack unnoticed so now we have to go by memory following the trails. Some threatening rain clouds had moved in and our light was quickly disappearing. We decided to continue on the “loop” trail which should get us down the mountain. Luckily, the trail is now descending and/or flat so the difficulty decreases. Unfortunately, it doesn’t descend very quickly and seems to go on and on and on and on. We’re getting tired and sore. And the trail goes on. The sun sets. Headlamps go on. Hiking in the dark ensues. With the setting sun, we now get a chorus of frogs from a lake below. The sound was truly amazing and kept us moving as we knew the louder they got, the closer to the lake we were which meant a potential place to stop for the night.
We reached a trail intersection and searched for a sign. To the left was Pansy Lake (the lake we were trying to avoid in the first place. One mile to the right – the road we arrived on. We looked at each other and said to hell with it. Let’s go back and sleep in the car. We knew the lake was crowded and didn’t want to hike the rest of the way (in the dark) there only to find out there are no spots. We get to the car, take off our packs and breathe a huge sigh of relief. We rest in the front seats for a bit then decide to head up the road a little to find a turn off where we could park and sleep in privacy. At this point Travis’ shoulder started stiffening and almost totally seized up – serious pain and lack of movement. He popped an ibuprofen and we continued up the road. We found a brush covered road to turn onto and after a couple hundred feet a log stopped our progress. We said that’s good enough, pushed down the back seats, cracked the windows to release our sweaty stench and crashed. We fell asleep to another frog serenade around 10:30 pm. Yes, we had been on the trail for about 7 hours.
In the late morning we wake up to find a great little pond just on the other side of the tree. We make coffee and head home.
Travis’ shoulder was quite a bit better the next day. The muscles were still fairly tight so I tried to massage them out. Carrying the pack without the waist support really did a number on him. I’m just sore all over – nothing particularly bad. All in all, it was beautiful, we did get away and it wasn’t a bad trip – just not quite what we were expecting! We had expected that the loop was about 4 hrs and couldn’t believe it took us so long even with our little side jaunt and a few stops along the way. We looked up the trail when we got home to find out it was 7.5 miles with a 2,000 foot elevation gain. Yikes! That made us feel quite a bit better about the trip and that we weren’t the “pansies” we were thinking we were!