Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 126 – Battle Mountain, Parker Peak & Pilger Mountain (4-11-15)

Lupe got to do a little peakbagging in the southern Black Hills on this bright, clear warm day in early April.  Her first peak was Battle Mountain (4,434 ft.) near Hot Springs, the site of a fight between the Cheyenne and Sioux tribes in 1869.  SPHP had to drive around on the streets just E of Hwy 385 where it came into Hot Springs from the N to discover that Thompson Avenue is the correct street to turn off Hwy 385.  A block or two from Hwy 385, it becomes Battle Mountain Road.  SPHP parked the G6 on Sheridan Street a block N of Battle Mountain Road.  It was 9:07 AM and 52°F out when Lupe left the G6.

History of Battle Mountain.
Lupe near the start of Battle Mountain Road.
Lupe near the start of Battle Mountain Road.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the air was totally calm.  SPHP knew it was going to get hot fast and was anxious to get up Battle Mountain before the climb became too sweaty.  The climb was a straight forward trudge up Battle Mountain Road involving an elevation gain of over 900 feet.  There were scattered trees on mostly open ground for the first part of the climb, but as Lupe got close to the top of the mountain, there was more forest and shade.  SPHP also started noticing a fair amount of trash along the road and began collecting it in a couple of extra plastic grocery bags.

The little lookout tower on Battle Mountain.

The top of Battle Mountain had an assortment of towers and wires and sheds on it.  SPHP soon discovered that there was also a considerable amount of broken glass around too.  To prevent Lupe from slicing up her paws on the broken glass, SPHP carried her from rock to rock for a few pictures in the summit area.   The best views were to the SE towards Angostura Reservoir out on the prairie just outside of the Black Hills, and to the S towards the large hill S of Hot Springs.  There was also a view of Hot Springs, SD to the W.

Looking SE towards Angostura Reservoir from Battle Mountain.
Angostura Reservoir is near the center of the photo faintly blue on the horizon.  Looking SE from Battle Mountain.
Looking S from Battle Mountain.
Looking S from Battle Mountain.
The Golden West telephone tower from Battle Mountain.
The Golden West telephone tower from Battle Mountain.

Due to the broken glass, Lupe was not allowed to stay up at the summit of Battle Mountain for very long.  SPHP did not even attempt to pick up any glass, fearing that the longer Lupe was up there, the greater the chance she would get hurt.  However, SPHP did completely fill two plastic grocery sacks with trash on the return trip down the mountain.  These were deposited in the trunk of the G6 for sorting, recycling and disposal the next day.  Plenty more cleanup needs to be done on Battle Mountain, but at least things are a bit better than when Lupe arrived.

The town of Hot Springs, SD to the W of Battle Mountain.
The town of Hot Springs, SD to the W of Battle Mountain.
The Golden West telephone tower sits on a sub peak just W of the summit of Battle Mountain.

It was 11:07 AM and 62°F by the time Lupe made it back to the G6.  Although a new idea for one of her Black Hills Expeditions, Lupe graciously agreed to a short tour of Hot Springs, SD for the sake of her blog readers.  She stopped by Evans Plunge, the Kidney Springs Gazebo downtown and the Mammoth Site, all Hot Springs attractions of some merit.

Evans Plunge is one of the main attractions in Hot Springs, SD. The main facility includes a large indoor pool with a pebble bottom and a couple of water slides. SPHP loves hot springs as a place to relax, get some exercise and clean up when traveling. Evans Plunge is one of the best.
Evans Plunge is one of the main attractions in Hot Springs, SD. The main facility includes a large indoor pool with a pebble bottom and a couple of water slides. SPHP loves hot springs as a place to relax, get some refreshing exercise and clean up when traveling. Evans Plunge is one of the best!  Sadly, Lupe never gets to enjoy the hot springs.
The Kidney Springs gazebo near Fall River near downtown Hot Springs, SD.
The Kidney Springs gazebo near Fall River in downtown Hot Springs, SD.
Lupe near Fall River in downtown Hot Springs, SD.
Lupe near Fall River in downtown Hot Springs, SD.  Note the blue bison on the building at right.
Lupe at the little waterfall not far from the Kidney Springs gazebo in Hot Springs, SD.
Hot Springs, SD has many old buildings of sandstone architecture. SPHP didn't read the plaque until later and did not realize there was something different on side 2. Oops!
Hot Springs, SD has many old buildings of sandstone architecture. SPHP didn’t read the plaque until later and did not realize there was more info on the other side.  Oops!
A better look at the awesome blue bison which was more interesting to SPHP than the sandstone architecture.
A better look at the awesome blue bison which was more interesting to SPHP than the sandstone architecture.

Mammoth Site plaque Hot Springs, SD

Many thousands of years ago mammoths roamed the Hot Springs area. A few Neanderthals still do, and can likely be found partying on Battle Mountain on Friday and Saturday nights. If in the area and so inclined, you can now go there and pick up their trash, or join them in their festivities. The mammoths are long gone, and despite the Neanderthals, now Dingoes rule the earth! At least when not blinded by the sun.

Once her tour of Hot Springs was over, Lupe headed W on Hwy 18 towards Parker Peak (4,848 ft.), the county high point for Fall River County.  Although Parker Peak is on National Forest land, it is completely surrounded by private property.  SPHP hoped to obtain permission for Lupe to climb Parker Peak, but was unsuccessful in locating the landowner.

Lupe NNW of Parker Peak, the highest point in Fall River county.
Parker Peak from the W. Parker Peak is on national forest land, but surrounded by private property. Lupe did not get to climb it.
Parker Peak from the W. Parker Peak is on national forest land, but surrounded by private property. Lupe did not get to climb it.

Giving up on Parker Peak, Lupe and SPHP headed NW out on dusty Pilger Mountain Road into a remote part of the SW Black Hills with the intention of reaching Pilger Mountain (4,788 ft.).  Neither Lupe nor SPHP had ever been out in this area before.  The scenery was quite interesting and western.  SPHP stopped the G6 a couple of times for photos along the way.  From Pilger Mountain Road, SPHP took Elbow Canyon Road up to its junction with USFS Road No. 319.

A western scene along Pilger Mountain Road in the SW Black Hills.
A western scene along Pilger Mountain Road in the SW Black Hills.  The sun kept Lupe squinting most of the day.
SPHP's favorite rock formation and favorite dingo along Pilger Mountain Road.
SPHP’s favorite rock formation and favorite dingo along Pilger Mountain Road.

The junction of Elbow Canyon Road and USFS Road No. 319 was up on top of a broad open ridge.  SPHP was surprised to see several pickup trucks with horse trailers parked near the junction.  No one was around, so Lupe and SPHP just added the G6 to the collection of vehicles.  It was 1:18 PM and now 73°F when Lupe and SPHP headed N on USFS Road No. 319.

USFS Road No. 319 heads NNW from the junction with Elbow Canyon Road for about 5 miles before going over Pilger Mountain.  Lupe and SPHP followed it all the way.  The road remains up on a broad ridge of open grassland for the first few miles at the S end.  There are some pine trees around, but they tend to be near the edges of the ridge or up on various knolls and high spots along the way.  The road very gradually gains elevation for most of the distance with only one drop of any significance, which is about a mile from Pilger Mountain.  As No. 319 gets closer to Pilger Mountain, the ridge narrows considerably and the road enters a forest.

Neither Lupe nor SPHP was really enthused about the heat this early in April.  Out on the exposed grassland and wearing a fur coat, Lupe was too hot to really enjoy the trek.  She plodded along right behind SPHP hoping for water breaks, which came fairly frequently.  The Black Hills are well behind normal precipitation so far in 2015.  March and April have seen virtually no moisture in the southern hills.  USFS Road No. 319 was parched and dusty.  Despite the much warmer than normal weather experienced since early March, the grass has not greened up much at all due to the lack of moisture.

At least the hike was easy, since the rate of climb heading N was so gradual.  SPHP did enjoy the views which frequently presented themselves along the ridge.  Sometimes the views were to the W or SW into Wyoming.  At other times they were to the E back towards the main body of the Black Hills.  The views weren’t the only thing attracting attention.  SPHP was also surprised by the occasional presence of people.  A red jeep came along from the S after a while.  Later on, a group of 7 or 8 ATV’s and motorcycles appeared from a minor side road and roared N along No. 319.  The jeep, ATV’s and motorcycles later reappeared heading back S while Lupe was still heading N.

As the afternoon wore on, a welcome breeze began to stir up out of the W.  It slowly gained in strength, although most of the time Lupe only heard it up in the trees.  The breeze did help some though.  It started to get a bit cooler too.  Lupe started perking up when the road finally entered the forest.  By then it wasn’t all that much farther to Pilger Mountain.

Lupe up on top of the rock SPHP decided may as well be considered the summit of Pilger Mountain.
Lupe up on top of the rock SPHP decided may as well be considered the summit of Pilger Mountain.

Pilger Mountain turned out to be just a somewhat higher spot near the N end of the 5 mile long ridge.  The summit area was a couple hundred yards wide E/W and even longer N/S, and so flat it was difficult to say where the true summit was.  Lupe and SPHP went all around the area looking for the highest point.  SPHP hoped to find a USGS Benchmark, but never did.  Finally, SPHP concluded the highest point was likely one of several rocks near the center of the area.  There was one slightly higher spot toward the forest on the E side of the mountain, but it was not natural.  You could tell it was the result of human excavations.  At any rate, it could only have been a couple of feet higher.

Lupe up on top of the largest rock formation on Pilger Mountain, near the NW end of the summit area.
Lupe up on top of the largest rock formation on Pilger Mountain, near the NW end of the summit area.

Most of the top of Pilger Mountain was grassland with scattered pines.  However, the grassland was surrounded by forest along the edges, so there weren’t many places to get a good view.  Toward the NW, Lupe found the most impressive rock outcroppings on Pilger Mountain.  A short distance beyond them was a small cliff with some pretty decent views off to the W and N.  In the distance to the NNW, SPHP saw Elk Mountain (5,669 ft.) where Lupe had been a week prior on Expedition No. 125.  There were also some pretty good views to the E from some high ground at the far SE corner of the summit area on Pilger Mountain.

Looking SE from Pilger Mountain.
Another shot SE from Pilger Mountain.

The trip back to the G6 from Pilger Mountain was more fun than the trip to the mountain had been.  The sun was getting lower and the temperatures were cooling down.  The breeze was blowing harder, but not enough to be at all annoying.  Only one more ATV appeared to disturb the serenity and seclusion.  SPHP saw a couple of pronghorn antelope bouncing away down on the grasslands near Robinson Flats near the S end of the trek.  There were some really wild looking canyons and ridges nearby to the SW and Lupe picked up the scent of something exciting over there.  She ran back and forth sniffing the ground in a state of agitation and expectation, enjoying some mystery only the dingo’s nose knew about.

This view to the NE was taken from the ridge S of Pilger Mountain.
This view to the NE was taken from the ridge S of Pilger Mountain.
Looking SE from S of Pilger Mountain.

Lupe reached the G6 again at 7:23 PM.  By now it was a totally acceptable 57°F out.  All of the pickup trucks and horse trailers were gone.  Only the G6 remained.  SPHP gave Lupe one more drink of water before she hopped into the G6 for the dusty ride home.  She rode with her head outside the window, with a big smile on her face and her tongue hanging out in the breeze.

It wasn’t until reaching the pavement at the highway that SPHP made Lupe get her head back inside the window.  Lupe still wasn’t done.  She stood with her paws on the dash and launched into a barking frenzy at every cow she passed until it got too dark to see them.  A few cows glanced up from the grass wondering what the heck was that?  What a great dingo day!

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Guilty as Charged!

Note: This post is the third and concluding post in a series that started with “How to Choose the Perfect Puppy” followed by “My Perfect Puppy – The Arrival of Lupe“.  All three posts can be found in the Dingo Tales category on the homepage main menu.

The reader may recall from an earlier post entitled “How to Choose the Perfect Puppy” that I had discouraged my spouse in January, 2011 from even getting a puppy with a rather long list of objections.  However, as related in a subsequent post “My Perfect Puppy – The Arrival of Lupe”, I was over-ruled and on February 11, 2011 became the unwilling new co-owner of Lupe, who converted me over in a single evening from not wanting a puppy at all to being delighted at becoming Lupe’s new best friend.

Despite this joyful near instant conversion to Lupe’s side, there was merit to many of the objections I originally presented to getting a puppy.  Having Lupe around made for all sorts of interesting new developments, some unforeseen and many others much as I had predicted.  My spouse had read a number of books about dogs prior to getting Lupe and worked quite diligently toward training her.  I, however, was not much interested in books and training and discipline.  I preferred to just have fun with the puppy.

Which do you prefer?  Discipline and training, or having fun?  Lupe took to my methods like a duck to water, and my spouse’s diligent training efforts suffered because of it.  Of course, some of the puppy problems were unavoidable.  It took a little while to house-break Lupe, our old cat fled to the basement and lived self-exiled in needless fear, and we had vet and other expenses associated with having a dog.  However, some problems were made worse, much worse, by my endless frolicking and rough-housing with Lupe.  I was teaching Lupe bad habits.  She loved them.

Lupe chewed.  She chewed holes in shoes and socks.  I egged her on by using old socks for games of tug-of-war with her.  As a result, anytime I carelessly left a sock on the floor, it was doomed to destruction at the enthusiastic jaws of the puppy.  Many a time I wound up trying to catch Lupe, who had just discovered a perfectly good new and unprotected sock, before she could chew a hole in it.

Lupe thought this was the best game in the world.  She raced with a mouthful of sock up and down the stairs, dashing in and out of various rooms, and leading me on a merry chase.  When I got too close, she usually disappeared under the bed where she promptly chewed a big hole in her latest victim before I could rescue it.  My brother-in-law could scarcely contain his mirth when one day I took off a shoe to unexpectedly reveal four toes sticking out of a huge hole at the end my sock.  It was about the best pair of socks I had left.

Lupe and her favorite nemesis, Mr. Woof, the pink puppy of Peace & Love.
Lupe and her favorite nemesis, Mr. Woof, the pink puppy of Peace & Love.

Lupe ate my feather-filled slippers and feathers were everywhere.  Lupe chewed my hands while we engaged in mock battles.  She grew so strong I had to get gloves, and then she shredded and devoured the gloves.  One day when Lupe was bored, I found her chewing a big chunk out of the drywall in the living room.  Lupe chewed holes in pillows which then leaked even more feathers.  Nightly she enjoyed ripping the stuffing out of the comforter on the bed and chewing holes in the blankets.  I awoke some mornings to find she had eaten embarrassing holes in my pajamas while I slept.  With great gusto, Lupe chomped and destroyed the dog toys my spouse got for her.

Chewing wasn’t all that Lupe did, though.  Dingoes are high-strung and loud.  Lupe right away understood the concept of territory.  She barked at anything that came anywhere near the house.  She barked at other dogs.  She barked at squirrels.  She ran full speed barking underneath birds flying over the yard.  She barked at our good neighbors, even though they gave her treats.  She learned to eagerly await the arrival of the mail lady, and barked in such a frenzy it seemed certain she was going to burst through the front window and go after her.

Lupe had certain fetishes that set her off too.  She was deeply suspicious of drapes and attacked them whenever someone attempted to open or close them.  She attacked shovels, rakes, the lawn mower and the garden hose.  It became impossible to get anything done in the yard when Lupe was around.

Most of the stuff Lupe destroyed was old anyway.  No one got hurt, though my hands regularly got roughed up a bit.  Through it all, I laughed and had fun playing with Lupe.  I followed her path of destruction, picking up after her when needed.  I looked on it all as just normal puppy stuff.  There was no doubt though that Lupe was guilty as charged.  She did most of the stuff I had predicted.  What I hadn’t predicted was that I would also be equally guilty right along with her.  I was her accomplice and sidekick.  Together we led a life of puppy crime and had a great time doing it.

No doubt Lupe would be a better mannered doggie today, if my spouse had been free to discipline and train her without my constant bad influence.  Nevertheless, I’m glad it all happened the way it did.  I’m pretty certain Lupe is too.

Who me? I'm innocent! What do you think I am, your sock's keeper?
Who me? I’m innocent! What do you think I am, your sock’s keeper?

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