$40 VIEW

 

 

It rained again Monday night.  I’d left the tent fly open for maximum ventilation, and woke to rain blowing into the tent.  In my sleepy panic, I managed to snag the zipper of the tent fly.  I followed that up by breaking the zipper trying to get it unstuck.  Perfect.  I managed to rig the fly so that rain wouldn’t come in, but it was awkward.  If we caught a severe storm it would never hold up, and we still had three more nights remaining in our trip.

 

My plan for Tuesday was a solo hike in the Wind River Roadless Area (Indian Reservation).  I’d purchased a $40 one-day permit to cross the Indian Reservation in Pinedale prior to our trip.  Christy would spend the day relaxing on the beach at Grave Lake.  I set my alarm early in hopes of catching morning alpenglow.  It was first light when I peered out through the fly.  The entire lake was fogged in.  Blech.  There wasn’t any reason to get up in those conditions, so I rolled over and dozed.  I woke up again 20 minutes later, for no apparent reason.  It seemed inexplicably bright outside, so I looked out through the fly again.  The fog had lifted, and the mountains on the far side of Grave Lake were a bright orange from the morning alpenglow.  In knew it would only last a few minutes.  I grabbed a jacket and my camera and ran down to the beach.  The fog came and went, and the alpenglow was brilliant.  The color faded quickly, so I walked down the beach.  The view of the unnamed mountain to the south reflecting in the calm water of the lake was nearly as nice as the alpenglow.

 

I returned to our campsite, loaded a daypack, ate breakfast, and hit the trail.  I hiked back to the junction with the Onion Meadows Trail and followed it towards Onion Meadows.  After a mile or so in the woods, I reached the boundary of the Indian Reservation at the edge of Onion Meadows.  Indians frequently camp here, but there wasn’t anyone around.  I hiked across the meadow, and startled a couple of elk just before rock hopping Raft Creek.  I had some trouble finding the trail to Teepee Pass, but eventually stumbled upon it.  I climbed on switchbacks in the woods, but passed one viewpoint of a waterfall on Raft Creek far below.  It is down in a deep, narrow canyon.  The waterfall didn’t look very exciting, but it could be impressive with higher water. 

 

The climb continued, and the trail was hard to follow at times.  It was faint, and fallen trees were frequent.  I wandered off course several times, but always managed to get back on track.  My GAIA app on my phone was very helpful.  The trail is shown accurately on the topo map, and anytime I drifted off course I was able to correct myself using the app.  I reached the mouth of the lowest of the Raft Creek Lakes by mid-morning.  I took a break there and watched a pretty cutthroat trout swimming in the clear, shallow water.  I left the trail there and followed the river upstream to a larger lake.  At the far end I climbed steeply up a gully and then along a ridge, away from the lake.  Eventually I rejoined the trail to Teepee Pass, which is marked occasionally with cairns.  I was now well above treeline.  The hike to the pass was a gradual climb through a grassy meadow.  I descended the far side, staying on the hillside east of the stream.  This side of the pass is grassy and treeless, too.  I dropped down to swampy area with small ponds.  I worked my way through there and around a minor knob.  I started across a plateau, but left the trail to head towards a cliff overlooking Trail Lake, Roberts Lake, and Roberts Mountain.  I scrambled up to the top of the cliff, and the view blew me away.  I was directly above the beautiful blue water of Trail Lake, over 200’ below.  It might be possible to fish from here!  There is a nice view down the valley to the north, but the showstopper is the vista across Trail Lake to Roberts Lake and the imposing cliffs of Roberts Mountain. 

 

It was really windy there, but otherwise the weather was good.  I had lunch, took a lot of photos, and soaked in the sunshine and scenery.  It was a great spot, and well worth the $40.  It was hard to leave, but I had a long hike back.  I returned to Teepee Pass and continued on the trail down to the lower end of the Raft Creek Lakes.  I had a view of Grave Lake along here, which was, incredibly, still fogged in.  Ugh.  Did Christy spend the whole day in the fog?  I descended quickly to Onion Meadows, despite losing the trail several times.  I returned to Grave Lake, passing a couple camped in the woods shortly before reaching the lake.  They were the first people I’d seen all day.  I returned to our campsite and joined Christy there.  She had been fogged in most of the day.  The sky had cleared for a couple of hours that afternoon, but then the wind had cranked up.  That wind had kept it too chilly for her to swim or really enjoy the beach.

 

I wanted to enjoy the beach that evening.  Unfortunately, there was a group of guys hanging out in the woods on the hillside just above the trail and our campsite.  I’m guessing they were camped nearby and had walked over to check out the view.  That was all fine.  The only problem is that they were engage in a lively, loud conversation that went on for hours.  Oddly, of all of the scenic spots around Grave Lake, they were hanging out in a little break in the trees with a narrow view of the lake and mountains beyond.  I’m not sure why they picked that spot.  I found their choice amusing, but also a little disturbing.  It just so happens that they were in the exact spot where I’d pooped that morning.  I thought about walking up there and telling them that I’d pooped there that morning, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it. 

 

We had dinner and a campfire on the beach.  Sunset looked promising, until the fog rolled back in late that evening.  That fog finally convinced our neighbors to stop hanging out in our toilet and return to their campsite, so it wasn’t all bad.  In fact, the eerie peacefulness of the lake was quite enjoyable accompanied by the warmth of the campfire. 

Continue reading about our trip as we continue our 8-day backpacking trip in the Wind River Range, as we hike from Grave Lake to Washakie Pass and Washakie Creek.

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