Hazelton Peak, Bighorn Mountains, Wyoming (6-27-19)

Day 2 of Lupe’s 1st 2019 Dingo Vacation to the Bighorn Mountains of Wyoming!

6:12 AM, 57ºF, dense fog at the I-90 Powder River rest stop – That darn black pickup truck was still idling!  Had been all night, with not a soul in it, no less.  Who does that anyway?  May as well put a “Please Steal My Truck” sign on it!  A thief wouldn’t even have had to turn the key.  Yet here it was, still running with no owner in sight.  No one had touched it.  Gotta love Wyoming!

Ready to roll, Lupe hopped back into the G6.  Hopefully this fog would clear up by the time she got to the Bighorns.

It did – almost immediately.  Turned out it wasn’t anything more than just a ground fog stuck down in the Powder River valley.  Cheery blue skies appeared as the G6 climbed out of the valley.  Approaching Buffalo half an hour later, Looper stopped for a quick look at the Bighorn Range illuminated by the morning sun.  Snow was visible on all the higher peaks.

Near I-90 approaching Buffalo, Wyoming and the mighty Bighorn Mountains. Photo looks W.
Buffalo, Wyoming history.

W of Buffalo on Hwy 16, SPHP initially missed the L turn onto USFS Road No. 32 (Hazelton Road) a mile before the Lost Cabin campground (about 9 miles E of Powder River Pass).  This error was quickly corrected.  The American Dingo was soon bounding out of the G6 at a huge meadow along Hazelton Road several miles S of Hwy 16.

Snow-clad Loaf Mountain (11,722 ft.) far to the NW looked enticing, but Hazelton Peak (10,264 ft.) was her objective today.  Little, if any, snow was visible up there.  Hazelton Pyramid (10,534 ft.), which Lupe had climbed back in 2016, was also in sight to the SW.

Loaf Mountain (Center) from the huge meadow off Hazelton Road. Photo looks NW with help from the telephoto lens.
Hazelton Peak (L) and Hazelton Pyramid (R). Photo looks SW.

Continuing SW on Hazelton Road, concern grew.  Most of Hazelton Peak looked perfectly climbable, but could Lupe really get to the summit?  The mountain’s main ridge featured some mighty steep rocky knobs.  It was hard to tell exactly which knob was the true summit from down here, but several of the highest points looked a bit daunting.

Getting closer to Hazelton Peak (Center). Hazelton Pyramid (R). Photo looks W.
Hazelton Peak’s summit region. Photo looks W with help from the telephoto lens.
Hazelton Peak from the SE.
Zoomed in on the summit region again. Photo looks NW.

Two miles beyond Lower Doyle Creek campground (a turn not taken), SPHP turned R (W) on USFS Road No. 506.  This road wasn’t great, but still passable for the G6.  After bumping along for 1.5 miles, a junction was reached just E of some private property.  Beyond a wood railing fence an old cabin sat in a meadow next to Doyle Creek.

According to the topo map a road leading NW past the cabin was right where USFS Road No. 508 ought to be.  Lupe had been intending to go this way, but there was no sign.  Was that road public or private now?  A sign along No. 506 did indicate there was a public easement for 0.3 mile across private property S of the cabin.

SW wasn’t really the right direction, but SPHP stayed on No. 506, driving through the private property on the easement, and crossing Doyle Creek in the process.  Beyond the W boundary of the private land, the road turned S, directly away from Hazelton Peak.  Clearly no sense in driving any farther!  SPHP parked the G6.  Lupe could start for Hazelton Peak from here.  (10:16 AM, 63ºF)

Setting off N through the forest, the intention was to avoid the private property, but Lupe wound up on it.  She quickly came upon a dirt road that led past a pond with 2 docks.  A little farther on was another road.  SPHP surmised this was likely the same one that had gone NW past the old cabin.  About this time, a much newer, nicer cabin was glimpsed off to the W.  Lupe did not go near it.  Instead, she simply crossed the road and Doyle Creek again, continuing all the way N to a fence.  Once beyond the fence, she was back on USFS land.

Definitely would have been better to have started from E of the old cabin and avoided the private property by following the fence line, but that didn’t matter now.  Lupe roamed N through a gently sloping open forest, happy and completely oblivious to the private property issue she had already put behind her.

In the open forest N of the private property.

After gaining a little elevation, Lupe came to a clearing.  The rugged S end of Hazelton Peak was now visible ahead.  Having seen the ragged main ridge from Hazelton Road, climbing this end of the mountain would almost certainly be a waste of effort.

Approaching the rugged S end of Hazelton Peak. Photo looks NE.

Beyond the clearing, Lupe re-entered the forest.  The plan was to stay on easy terrain W of the mountain.  Wandering N, Lupe came to an old road in an immature forest.  She followed it a little way until it turned E.  A branch to the N soon faded away.  Losing a bit of elevation going NW down a slope, she came to a small stream.  Loop lost no time availing herself of a drink and this chance to cool off.

On the old road. Lupe followed it maybe 0.25 mile N until it faded away.
Cooling off in a tiny tributary of Doyle Creek. Photo looks N.

The map showed this stream was a tiny tributary lying well E of the main course of Doyle Creek.  It meandered down open meadows from the N.  Lupe was just where she wanted to be!  The plan was to follow this stream up a long valley to a saddle at 9,520+ ft.

The meadows near the stream were damp, sometimes boggy.  Staying E of the stream, Lupe traveled N on slightly higher ground in the forest.  She crossed a series of rivulets trickling down hillsides seeping water.  After going some distance in this manner, the meadows and damp areas ended, and the tributary of Doyle Creek seemed to have vanished.

Following animal trails, Lupe explored a mature forest of tall pines.  The forest floor was bare except for pine needles.  Although the American Dingo was now gaining elevation at an increasing rate, the forest hid all but her immediate surroundings.

In the mature forest.

The situation did not change.  Lupe gained quite a bit of elevation, and it seemed as though she had gone a long way, but she did not come to the 9,520+ ft saddle or any viewpoints.  She finally arrived at another little trickle of a stream coming down from Hazelton Peak, the first one she’d come across in quite a while.

Loop would inevitably reach the saddle, if she continued up the valley, but SPHP was getting impatient.  How much farther was it?  Had she missed it somehow?  That didn’t seem possible.  Where did this little stream originate?  Out of curiosity, SPHP led Lupe E following the trickling stream higher.  It led to a dam of white rocks.

By the last trickling stream where Lupe turned E.
The tiny stream led to a dam of white rocks. Photo looks ENE.

The dam wasn’t real.  No water was behind it, only a steep forested slope.  Maybe by now Lupe was far enough N to consider climbing up to Hazelton Peak’s main ridge?  Loopster was willing to give it a shot, so up she went.

The American Dingo climbed and climbed.  She came to fields of talus, which SPHP tried to avoid by staying in the forest whenever possible, but the forest was only a little easier.  From the rocks, Lupe started getting better and better views.

First view looking across the valley Lupe had been coming up. Photo looks WNW.
Early glimpse of a formidable high point to the NE.
On the way up a long stretch of talus.

Eventually Lupe was high enough so SPHP could recognize features shown on the topo map.  Hazelton Pyramid (10,534 ft.) off to the NNW was unmistakable.  Beyond the valley Lupe had been traveling up before starting this much steeper climb Peak 9753 was in sight.

Much closer was an impressive high point along Hazelton Peak’s main ridge.  Was that possibly the true summit?  SPHP hoped not.  It looked questionable whether Lupe could get to the top from this direction.

Hazelton Pyramid (L) and a formidable high point along Hazelton Peak’s main ridge (R). Photo looks N.
Hazelton Pyramid with help from the telephoto lens. Photo looks NNW.
Peak 9753 (R of Center). Photo looks WNW.

Approaching the ridgeline, the boulders Lupe was climbing grew in size.  The top of the ridge proved to be a narrow jumble of massive rocks hidden among pines.  Maneuvering along this rugged terrain was slow, tricky work.  Lupe had plenty of time to gaze about from various lofty perches while SPHP inched along.

High point to the N again.
Loop still a little below the top of the ridge. Peak 9753 on the R. Photo looks W.
Looking S. Fortunately Lupe didn’t have to go this way!
On the rugged main ridge close to where Lupe first reached it. Photo looks S.
Heading toward the high point to the N.

The rough, narrow section of the ridge ended, broadening out as Lupe closed in on the high point to the N.  She reached open ground where SPHP could make rapid progress.  The view was encouraging!  Circling around the E side to where an ascent from the N might be possible looked easy.

On much easier terrain just S of the high point.

However, climbing this high point proved unnecessary.  SE of it, Lupe came to a minor saddle along the ridgeline.  On the other side, a huge forest-forest filled amphitheater stretched off to the NE, the upper edge rimmed by a series of rocky prominences clearly higher than the one she was close to now.

The forest-filled amphitheater. Photo looks NE.

Wow!  We’re nowhere close to the top of Hazelton Peak yet, SPHP!  It’s gotta be somewhere way over there!

Yeah, I see that.  Been a while since I’ve checked the map, maybe it’s time I did?  Let’s take a break here.  Maybe we can figure out where we’re at.

Lupe was happy to lap up some water, then lay panting in the shade.

Alrighty, Loopster, I think I’ve got it.

So where are we?

Oh, you lucky Dingo!  Good thing I didn’t get impatient down in the valley any sooner than I did!  We barely went far enough N before turning E up to the ridgeline, or we might have had quite a time of it, maybe even been forced to retreat.  Appears we are just SE of HP 9886 right now.

Is that good?  Can you tell which of those high points to the NE is actually the true summit?

Probably none of them Loop.  If I’m right, the summit is still more than 1.5 miles away.  Should be past anything we can see from here.  Won’t truly know if the news is good or bad until we can actually see the summit.

We better get going then!

Staying close to the NW side of the amphitheater, Loopster headed NE.  She remained on open ground as long as possible, but wound up cutting through the forest to save time, losing a bit of elevation in the process.  Less than halfway around the amphitheater, she reemerged from the forest.  Directly ahead, mostly open ground led to another pass between rocky high points.  Lupe headed for it.

Only a fraction of the way around the amphitheater, Lupe reemerges from the forest. Photo looks NNE.
Approaching the second pass.
Cooling off on a snowbank hidden in a stand of pines.

Upon reaching this second pass, it turned out not to be a pass at all.  Beyond it the ground continued to rise, but more gradually.  Another even higher line of rocky knobs was ahead.

Looking back from the second “pass”. HP 9886 is at Center. Lupe had come here from the saddle just to the L of it. Photo looks SW.
Looking ahead from the 2nd “pass”. From here Loop headed for a 3rd pass between the rocky points seen straight up from her head. Photo looks NE.
Loop almost to the 3rd pass.
Rock formations near the 3rd pass. Photo looks NE.

The 3rd pass wasn’t much of a pass, either.  Dramatic rock formations marked a boundary with more level territory to the N.  Yet another rocky knob was off in that direction.  Maybe that was the true summit of Hazelton Peak?  It wasn’t the only high point around, though, and it was still hard to tell for sure.

By the dramatic rock formations of the 3rd pass. The high point on the L might even be the true summit! Photo looks NNE.

The views from the rock formations at the 3rd pass were terrific!  Lupe spent some time scrambling around while enjoying the sights.  Stretched out along a line to the NW she could see Hazelton Pyramid (10,534 ft.), Peak 10372, and Hesse Mountain (10,385 ft.).  Much farther to the NNW, massive, snowy Bighorn Peak (12,324 ft.) was in view.

Looper in the 3rd pass. Photo looks SW.
Hazelton Pyramid (L), Peak 10372 (Center), and Hesse Mountain (R). Bighorn Peak is the snowy distant mountain on the R. Photo looks NNW.
Exploring the 3rd pass region. Hazelton Pyramid on the R. Photo looks NW.
Hazelton Pyramid with help from the telephoto lens. Photo looks NW.
Bighorn Peak (Center) with lots of help from the telephoto lens. The summit of Hesse Mountain (R) is in the foreground. Photo looks NNW.

Continuing N, the high point that had been visible from the 3rd pass looked more and more like it actually was the true summit.  It was rocky and steep, but not an awful lot higher than the surrounding ground.  With just a little luck, Lupe ought to be able to get to the top!

Approaching the true summit of Hazelton Peak. Photo looks N.

A quick scramble with only one tricky spot, and the American Dingo stood perched on the highest rock.  This was definitely it – Lupe had reached the true summit of Hazelton Peak (10,264 ft.).  Getting here hadn’t been bad at all!

At the true summit of Hazelton Peak. Photo looks NE.

The summit region was small, but roomier than expected.  Several rocks along a short ridge were all nearly the same elevation.  A bit lower to the SW, a grassy spot tucked among big rocks provided a little shelter and shade where Lupe could rest.

Looking SSW from the summit. Lupe’s grassy rest area is on the R.
Woo-hoo, SPHP! We made it! And you thought I couldn’t do it! Loopster up on the short summit ridge. Photo looks NE from the grassy spot.

After a quick look around, Lupe was ready for a break.  Taste of the Wild, water, and a bit of a snooze sounded good to her.  After furnishing the needed supplies, SPHP gazed at the splendid scenery while Looper relaxed.

Taking it easy at the grassy spot. Peak 9753 on the R. Photo looks SW.
Shhhh! Dingo nap in progress. Hazelton Pyramid on the R. Photo looks WNW.
Hazelton Pyramid (L) and Peak 10372 (R). Photo looks NW.
Bighorn Peak (12,324 ft.) (L of Center) and Loaf Mountain (11,722 ft.) (R) with Hesse Mountain in the foreground. Photo looks NNW with help from the telephoto lens.
Hazelton Road (USFS Road No. 32) from Hazelton Peak. Photo looks SE.
View to the W. Peak 9753 (Center) and Hazelton Pyramid (R).

Such a beautiful day!  Conditions were close to ideal.  65ºF with a 10 to 15 mph breeze out of the SE.  The Dingo snoozed.  SPHP gazed.  No rush at all.  A white canister at the summit contained only trash, no registry.

More than 2 hours shot by.  Lupe woke up.  Hours of daylight left, but the sun had been sinking for a while.  Sadly, it was time to get a move on.  Before departing, the Carolina Dog returned briefly to the true summit.  She then conducted her own little tour of the sights again.

Back on the true summit of Hazelton Peak. Photo looks E.
Posing on one of the big slanty rocks by the grassy area. Hazelton Pyramid (L) and Peak 10372 (R) in the background. Photo looks NW.

From the top of Hazelton Peak, a big green field could be seen down in the saddle leading to Hazelton Pyramid.  If Lupe could get down there, she ought to have an easy time returning to the valley of the tributary of Doyle Creek she had partially explored earlier.  This route wouldn’t be as scenic as retracing her path through all the minor passes, but ought to be faster and easier.

Late enough now for speed to be a consideration.  Lupe is always happy to see something new, anyway.  As the American Dingo left the summit, searching for a way down to the big green field was the new plan.

Hazelton Pyramid from Hazelton Peak. The big green field down on the L was Lupe’s next destination. Photo looks NW.
Starting the descent. The 3rd pass Lupe had come over on the way up is just to the R of the biggest rock knob on the R. Photo looks S.
Loopster below the true summit of Hazelton Peak. Photo looks N.

Once down off the summit, Lupe didn’t have to go back over any of the minor passes.  Instead, she turned WNW.  The ground sloped away only gradually at first, but became progressively steeper as she continued.  Open ground higher up gave way to forests, rocks, and snow banks on the way down.  However, the terrain never became too challenging.

On a snowbank during the descent. Photo looks NNW.

The plan worked!  After losing 1,000 feet of elevation, Lupe emerged from the forest in the big green field.

Success! Lupe reaches the big green field. Photo looks NW.

It was still a long way back, but the rest was easy.  The big green field was a saddle at 9,520+ ft., the same elevation as another saddle more than 0.5 mile SW.  That other saddle was the one Lupe would have reached on the way up, if SPHP hadn’t become impatient.

Traveling SW through the forest, being careful not to stray too far from the W slopes of Hazelton Peak, Lupe eventually did reach the 9,520+ ft. saddle she had been trying for earlier in the day.  She crossed a meadow there, then descended into the valley of the tributary of Doyle Creek.

Back in the forest again, light was already beginning to fade even though the sun was still up.  Only a little sunlight filtered through the trees.  Lupe and SPHP hastened on for what seemed like a long way.  It wasn’t until the Carolina Dog came upon the “dam” of white rocks again that SPHP really knew where she was.

That confidence didn’t last.  The trackless forest was all too much the same.  Nothing looked familiar.  Lupe came to no other landmarks, at least nothing SPHP recognized.  Believing she might be too far W, SPHP eventually turned SE.  Soon after climbing over a hilly area, Loop finally reached a road.

Know where we are now, SPHP?

Yes, lucky Dingo!  Completely by accident, but we couldn’t have planned it better if we’d tried.  I thought we were too far W, but that wasn’t true.  This is USFS Road No. 506.  We’re E of the old cabin.  We’ll have to go by it on the way back to the G6.

Oh, so we managed to avoid the private property then!

True dat.  We’ll still have to take the public road easement back through it, but that’s not an issue.

All’s well that ends well, SPHP!

Also true, and the evening did end well with a peaceful mile long trek back along the road.  Hazelton Peak (10,264 ft.) had been a great day!  (8:55 PM)

Approaching the public easement along USFS Road No. 506 across the private property.
Sunset at the old cabin on Doyle Creek.

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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 251 – Bridal Veil Falls, the Devil’s Bathtub trail, Spearfish Falls & Roughlock Falls (10-17-19)

Should have had a plan B!  Yesterday evening a landowner had refused Lupe permission to cross their property this morning to access a mountain that would have been a fun trek.  SPHP was welcome, but no pesky Dingoes allowed!  Heh.  No dice!  If the Dingo couldn’t, SPHP wouldn’t.

Hence the sudden need for a Plan B.  Plenty of options to choose from in the Black Hills, perhaps too many.  None seemed to stand out as the thing to do.  Better decide soon, though.  The morning was shooting by.  Lupe wasn’t going to be happy if SPHP let indecisiveness waste away this beautiful day for her first Black Hills Expedition of the fall season.

Under the circumstances, maybe something quick and easy was called for?  Lupe didn’t always have to climb a mountain, did she?  How about a scenic drive up Spearfish Canyon?  Loopster had never been to the Devil’s Bathtub, a lovely remote swimming hole beneath a waterfall hidden up a side canyon.  SPHP had thought about taking her there many times, but it was best visited in the hot summer months when the cool, clear water would be refreshing, not frigid.

The Devil’s Bathtub would still be a beautiful short trek, though, and the Carolina Dog wasn’t much into swimming, anyway.  Lupe would have plenty of time to visit the 3 best waterfalls in Spearfish Canyon today, too.  Why not?  SPHP felt kind of lazy.  So be it!  Lupe was in for an easy day touring the watery wonders of Spearfish Canyon.  She was all for it, desperately eager to get going right this very minute!

Coming up Spearfish Canyon on Hwy 14A, Lupe’s first stop was at Bridal Veil Falls.  (11:41 AM, 55ºF)  Bridal Veil Falls was conveniently right next to the highway.  Maybe a bit too conveniently?  SPHP was surprised by the number of people milling about.  Lupe had to wait for a turn on the viewing platform.

At Bridal Veil Falls just off Hwy 14A in Spearfish Canyon.
Bridal Veil Falls.

Bridal Veil Falls was lovely, but the American Dingo was soon ready for more action than simply hanging around a viewing platform next to the highway provided.  Only a couple miles farther up Spearfish Canyon was a turn onto Cleopatra Place, which used to be where to park to get to the Devil’s Bathtub.  However, Lupe arrived to find that parking along Cleopatra Place was now prohibited.

No problem!  0.25 mile farther up Spearfish Canyon a new parking area right along Hwy 14A now serves as the Devil’s Bathtub trailhead.  The new parking lot was on the L (E) just before the old Homestake Mining Company Hydroelectric Plant No. 2.  Since the historic old building was so close by, Lupe went to see it.

Loop by Spearfish Creek near Hydroelectric Plant No. 2.
Homestake Mining Company Hydroelectric Plant No. 2 is just upstream of the new parking lot serving as the Devil’s Bathtub trailhead.

It doesn’t take an American Dingo long to look at an old building, either!  Not overly impressed, Lupe returned to the trailhead, then followed a muddy path near Spearfish Creek down to the Cleopatra Place bridge.

There’s the Cleopatra Place bridge now! It’s not far from the new trailhead at all.
SPHP says you used to be able to park right here, but not any more! Loop about to cross the Cleopatra Place bridge.
Spearfish Creek. Photo looks upstream from the Cleopatra Place bridge.

Once over the Cleopatra Place bridge, Lupe followed a broad trail near Squaw Creek, a small stream that joins Spearfish Creek just upstream of the bridge.  This was the start of the unmaintained trail that goes to the Devil’s Bathtub.  The trail quickly led to a ford of Squaw Creek.

Ordinarily Squaw Creek wouldn’t have much flow this late in the year, but 2019 has been unusually wet in the Black Hills.  Squaw Creek was looking surprisingly healthy.  With snow still lingering from a recent early snowstorm, SPHP wasn’t eager to get cold, wet feet fording the stream.  That might easily have been the end of Looper’s Devil’s Bathtub aspirations right then and there, but glancing upstream from the ford, a footbridge was in sight.

The primitive trail to the Devil’s Bathtub quickly led to this ford of Squaw Creek. Fortunately, a footbridge is in sight a little farther upstream.
On the footbridge over Squaw Creek.

Beyond the footbridge, a braided trail led through the forest up Squaw Creek canyon.  Lupe had a great time sniffing and exploring!  However, the canyon wasn’t terribly wide.  Squaw Creek meandered from side to side, forcing additional stream crossings at frequent intervals.  No more footbridges, either – the first one was the only one.

For SPHP all the stream crossings were rock hops.  With the water level as high as it was, they were trickier than expected.  Many rocks were wet and slippery.  Snow or ice clung to some.  SPHP had forgotten the trekking poles back at the G6, and was soon wishing they had been brought along.  In summer, fording the little stream would have been simply refreshing and not an issue.  Now it was a bigger deal.

Of course, Lupe had no problems crossing Squaw Creek.  She bounded over rocks, or splashed through shallow spots as she pleased.

Squaw Creek crossing No. 2. Plenty of big rocks in the stream made this one easy.
Even though it was a warm day for mid-October, in some places a fair amount of snow was on or near the trail.
Logs formed a crude bridge at crossing No. 3. The logs were slick, but still served the purpose.
On a snowy log at crossing No. 4.
Crossing No. 5.

The 6th crossing of Squaw Creek was more problematic than any of the prior ones.  Initially it didn’t appear possible without resorting to simply fording the stream.  Still hoping not to get wet feet, SPHP scrambled up a steep, snowy slope following footprints left by others in an attempt to avoid this ford completely.

The path dead-ended well above stream level.  Well, phooey!  SPHP was forced to retreat.  However, during the slippery descent it turned out to be possible to get at least a little farther upstream.

It was enough.  The creek was easier to cross here.

Loop close to where she managed to cross Squaw Creek for a 6th time.

Lupe had now reached the base of a dramatic horizontally-layered cliff.  She stood on a ledge of bedrock next to Squaw Creek.  The overall effect was very cool.  What a scenic spot!

Between Squaw Creek and the towering horizontally-layered cliff.
What a cool spot!

Not much farther to the Devil’s Bathtub now, Looper!

How do you know that, SPHP?

I’ve been there, years before you were even born, sweet Dingo!  All we have to do now is follow along the base of this cliff.  Somewhere not too far past it we’ll come to the Devil’s Bathtub.  Don’t remember exactly how much farther it is.  Not too far, though.  I’ll know it when I see it.  We’ll take a break when we get there.

Sounds great!  This place is awesome!  Let’s keep going!

Lupe continued upstream following shelves of bedrock along the base of the cliff.  Once or twice when Squaw Creek came right up against the cliff, she briefly leapt over to the other side in a single bound.  This whole stretch was gorgeous and fun!

Following the cliff upstream.
Temporarily forced over to the R side of Squaw Creek. Photo looks upstream.
Looking downstream.
Another look downstream from slightly farther on.

The trek along the base of the cliff wasn’t long.  A couple hundred yards, maybe?  After rounding a corner, Lupe could see a series of pools in Squaw Creek ahead.  The largest pool with a small waterfall plunging into it was hidden beyond a big snow-covered boulder at the upper end.  The Devil’s Bathtub!

Approaching the snow-covered boulder.
The waterfall and large pool beyond the boulder.
Lupe above the little waterfall.
Closeup of the waterfall.

Or was it?

Above the little waterfall, Squaw Creek spilled from a shallow pool down a  channel worn smooth – a natural waterslide.  SPHP joined Lupe above the waterfall for a look around.  Beyond the waterslide and upper pool Squaw Creek came down a straight, narrow valley strewn with rocks.  No more stunning cliffs in sight or big pools of water.  No trail evident, and all the tracks in the snow seemed to stop here.

Huh.

Huh, what?  Is this it, SPHP?  Have we reached the Devil’s Bathtub?

I’m not sure Loop.  Maybe.

I thought you said you’d been here before, and would recognize it?

Yeah, I thought I would.

So, what’s the problem?

Well, this Devil’s Bathtub doesn’t look quite right to me – at least not the way I remember it.  Everything else seems fine, but the waterfall isn’t as high or steep as I recall.  Not that it was all that high to begin with, it wasn’t.  The bathtub below the falls seems to be shaped differently, too.

Maybe it has changed over the years?

I suppose, but isn’t that rather unlikely?  It’s carved into bedrock!  More likely my memory is faulty.  Sometimes things get built up in one’s mind over time beyond what they ever really were.  I’ve had that happen before.  I don’t remember the Devil’s Bathtub being too far past the awesome cliffs.  From what we can see, it doesn’t look like there is anything promising nearby upstream from here.  Judging from the tracks in the snow, no one else has been venturing any farther than this in the past few days, either.  Maybe this really is the Devil’s Bathtub?

So what now?  Want to keep going farther, just to be sure?  I’m game!

Hah!  I knew you would be, Loopster!  Makes sense, but I don’t know.  If I’m wrong, we won’t find anything no matter how far we go.  Then you might not have time to visit Spearfish Falls and Roughlock Falls today.  This is a gorgeous spot!  Let’s ponder the situation while we take a break.

Lupe was fine with that.

At the upper end of the chute above the waterfall.
Overlooking the Devil’s Bathtub candidate from the break area.
Closeup from the brink of the waterfall.

Voices!  No sooner had the break begun than a family of five appeared downstream.  Lupe and SPHP relaxed listening to the soothing sound of the water while watching them scramble by up past the falls.  They went on past the waterslide, disappearing beyond the upper pool, but were soon back.  After a few minutes, SPHP asked the wife if this was really the Devil’s Bathtub, or not?  We were going to ask you, came the reply!  They’d never been here before, but thought that it was.

A bit later, another group of 7 or 8 people came along.  They didn’t go any farther than Lupe had, either.  Everyone thought this beautiful spot was the Devil’s Bathtub, but no one was completely certain.  A pleasant half hour shot by.

This has been fun, but it’s decision time, Loop.  Keep going or return to the G6?

Lupe didn’t say.  As usual, the Carolina Dog was ready for anything.

Alrighty then, Loopster.  Tell ya what.  I’m feeling a bit lazy.  Mind if we just go back to the G6 to continue your Spearfish Canyon waterfall tour?  This might well be the Devil’s Bathtub.  If not, it’s been a very similar experience to the one I dimly remember.  Promise I’ll try to research it online after we get home.  Should have done that to begin with, but I thought I knew what I was doing.  If it turns out this isn’t really it, we’ll come back someday.  The old Cleopatra mine is on a steep hillside farther up this canyon.  Maybe we can check it out, too, then?

Seems silly to leave without knowing for certain if we made it to the Devil’s Bathtub or not SPHP, but if you promise to bring me back again sometime if we didn’t, that’s fine.

It’s a deal!  Onward!  Puppy, ho!

Lupe at the start of the path back.

The trek back to the G6 went faster than going up Squaw Creek had.  SPHP was better at the rock hop crossings, and staying on the most direct route.  Lupe explored and sniffed as she had earlier, still enjoying this most natural and remote trail of the day.  However, she made it back to the G6 so fast (2:20 PM, 70ºF), that it again raised doubts in SPHP’s mind whether Looper had actually made it to the Devil’s Bathtub.

No time to worry about that now, though!  The American Dingo was already on to the next great thing!  Spearfish Falls was next up.  Five miles farther up Spearfish Canyon, SPHP parked the G6 at the Latchstring Inn Restaurant(2:30 PM, 69ºF)  Spearfish Falls was down in the lower canyon the restaurant overlooked.  In fact, Lupe could look down on the falls from an observation deck at the S end of the restaurant grounds.

Out in front of the Latchstring Inn Restaurant at Savoy in Spearfish Canyon.
Looking down from the brink of Spearfish Falls (R).

The view from above was nice, but the falls were better seen from down below.  The Spearfish Falls trail used to make a loop down to the falls from either end of the restaurant grounds.  That had changed.  Now the trail is only accessible from the opposite N end of the Latchstring Inn Restaurant property.

This close up of the posted trail map was taken near the S falls overlook. The trail to the falls starts from N of the restaurant as shown, not at the red “You are Here” star.
At the start of the Spearfish Falls Trail just N of the Latchstring Inn Restaurant.

The Spearfish Falls trail started out as a broad path which switch-backed down to the lower canyon floor.  Once it leveled out, the trail meandered a bit before quickly leading to a sturdy footbridge over Spearfish Creek.

A few minutes going down gentle switchbacks brought Lupe to the lower canyon floor.
On the Spearfish Falls trail at Savoy.
The excellent footbridge over Spearfish Creek.
Looking up Spearfish Creek from the bridge.

Beyond the bridge was a short stroll through a park-like forest.  A terrific view of Spearfish Falls was just ahead.

In the forest beyond the bridge.
Spearfish Falls comes into sight.
Lupe at Spearfish Falls.

Spearfish Falls was impressive!  The beautiful falls had excellent flow, and had to be one of the very tallest in the entire Black Hills.  A large viewing deck provided a fantastic look at it.

Wow, Spearfish Falls is really worth seeing isn’t it? So easy to get to, too!
Look up above and you can see the roof of the Latchstring Inn Restaurant. It’s just that close!
One of the biggest and best waterfalls in the whole Black Hills!

After spending a little time appreciating Spearfish Falls, Lupe headed back along the trail.  This time she saw several deer along the way.  Soon, though, she was back at the start.

On the way back, Lupe was excited to see several deer just around this bend.

One more waterfall to go!  Roughlock Falls was only a mile away up the side canyon of Little Spearfish Creek, the same creek that Spearfish Falls was on.

SPHP could have driven USFS Road No. 222 to the Roughlock Falls picnic ground which was practically right at the falls.  However, a scenic trail also went to Roughlock Falls from the Spearfish Canyon Lodge located right across Hwy 14A from the Latchstring Inn Restaurant.  More fun to do that!

The Spearfish Canyon Lodge is right across Hwy 14A from the Latchstring Inn Restaurant.

After crossing the highway, Lupe went past the Spearfish Canyon Lodge then through a large parking lot to a smaller one.  She picked up the trail here at a short bridge over Little Spearfish Creek.  Once over the creek, the Roughlock Falls trail followed it upstream.  A trail map showed that Lupe could have accessed the trail from right in front of the Spearfish Canyon Lodge.  Oh, well!

Roughlock Falls trail map.

The popular trail was sort of icy, but otherwise easy.  By now, the sun was getting low.  Most of the trail was shady, but S facing canyon walls were still in brilliant sunshine.

The Roughlock Falls trail was a bit icy.
The trail went past this pond created by a small dam on Little Spearfish Creek.
Loop a bit off trail next to Little Spearfish Creek.
Little Spearfish Creek canyon. USFS Road No. 222 is on the R. The Roughlock Falls trail on the L.
Exploring the trail.

One measly mile didn’t take long.  Soon Lupe was on the boardwalk leading to the lower Roughlock Falls observation deck.

Looking back from the boardwalk leading to the lower falls observation point.
Roughlock Falls from the lower observation deck.

After seeing Roughlock Falls from down here, Lupe continued on up to the picnic area above the falls.

Little Spearfish Creek up at the Roughlock Falls picnic area.
Hey, isn’t this where I gave my famous Lupeo & Xochiet performance some years back? … Yes, it is Loop!
The Roughlock Falls picnic area is one of the prettiest in the Black Hills.

Upon completing her quick tour of the picnic area, Lupe checked out the views from the upper observation decks overlooking Roughlock Falls.

The upper observation decks next to the picnic ground are as close to Roughlock Falls as it’s possible to get these days. Wading up Little Spearfish Creek right into the falls is no longer permitted.
On the brink of Roughlock Falls.
Another perspective.
Roughlock Falls.
Looking down on the lower cascade. The lower observation deck is in sight, too.
Hard to say which I like better, Roughlock Falls or Spearfish Falls. They are both wonderful!

Lupe had about seen what there was to see at Roughlock Falls.  Time to head back.  The American Dingo returned to the lower observation deck for a final look before departing.

Heading back down.
Limestone cliffs overlooking the trail.
Final look at Roughlock Falls from the lower observation deck.

All that remained to complete the day was the pleasant, easy trek back to the G6.  Lupe enjoyed every minute of it.

Back on the Roughlock Falls trail.
Glancing up at the towering cliffs.
Well, that’s about it for Expedition No. 251! No mountains climbed, but hope you enjoyed this watery tour of Spearfish Canyon. I sure did!

10-17-19, 5:13 PM – A happy Carolina Dog arrived at the G6 ready to go home.  Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 251 had been a complete success!  Or had it?

10 days later, SPHP searched online for images of the Devil’s Bathtub.  Plenty of photos of the spot Lupe had reached appeared.  Then, Bingo!  SPHP recognized it in an instant.  The Devil’s Bathtub!  There it was, just as SPHP remembered it.  The American Dingo hadn’t gone far enough on Expedition No. 251 to reach the true Devil’s Bathtub after all.

How much farther was it?  Only 10 minutes according to one account.  So Lupe will be going back to the Devil’s Bathtub trail again someday.  After all, SPHP promised.  But that’s another expedition and adventure!

Devil’s Bathtub trail, Black Hills of South Dakota, 10-17-19

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