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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 236 – Deerfield Trail No. 40: Deer Creek to Silver City & Peak 5707 (10-6-18)

Start – 9:45 AM, 41 °F, at the Deer Creek trailhead 0.25 mile from Hwy 385 off Silver City Road

Oh, it was going to be a fabulous day! Blue skies and high thin clouds greeted Lupe upon arrival at the Deer Creek trailhead. The morning air was cool and fresh. Autumn colors were near their height of glory. The American Dingo was excited. Loop was anxious to hit the trail!

Ready to hit the spur trail leaving the Deer Creek trailhead on a glorious fall morning.

This was Lupe’s third time here in as many weekends. The first two times Lupe had been exploring segments of Centennial Trail No. 89. Two weeks ago she had reached this point after starting from the Rapid Creek trailhead 5.0 miles to the S. Last week she had started here and journeyed 3.8 miles N to the Pilot Knob trailhead.

The Carolina Dog certainly intended to continue her adventures along Centennial Trail No. 89, but not today. The Deer Creek trailhead is also the E end of Deerfield Trail No. 40. The far W end of this 23 mile long trail connects with the 11 mile long Lake Loop Trail that circles Deerfield Reservoir in the W central Black Hills.

The plan for the day was to head W on Deerfield Trail No. 40 only as far as the next trailhead at Silver City, a mere 3.7 miles away. That ought to leave enough extra time for a couple of side adventures to Peak 5707 and Pactola Reservoir, as well.

As soon as SPHP was ready, Lupe set out from the Deer Creek trailhead on the now familiar spur trail leading W up a slope. Five minutes on the spur got her to the main trail. Here she turned L, proceeded 100 yards S to Silver City Road, then crossed it. The trail continued S through pine forest to a minor pass about 0.5 mile from the Deer Creek trailhead.

This pass was where Centennial Trail No. 89 and Deerfield Trail No. 40 part ways. A sign marked the R turn Looper needed to take to head W toward Silver City.

Lupe at the junction of Centennial Trail No. 89 and Deerfield Trail No. 40. This junction is 0.5 mile from the Deer Creek trailhead where she’d started. Loopster headed W toward Silver City from here. Photo looks W.

Deerfield Trail No. 40 initially gained elevation as it headed W from the junction, but soon leveled out. Loop actually lost a bit of elevation as the trail subsequently dipped into a minor drainage. Off to the NE, Lupe could see Silver City Road again not too far down a slope. However, upon reaching the bottom of the drainage, the trail turned SW away from the road. Starting up the drainage Lupe passed between several brightly colored aspens.

Upon reaching this drainage, Deerfield Trail No. 40 follows it uphill. The American Dingo passed between these bright aspens near the start of the climb. Photo looks SW.

A steady climb up the rocky bottom of the drainage ensued as the trail gradually curved W. By the time Lupe was 0.5 mile from the junction with Centennial Trail No. 89, the drainage had faded away. At this point Lupe wasn’t far below the top of a nearby hill to the SW. Meanwhile, Deerfield Trail No. 40 was beginning to level out. Apparently the trail was about to swing around the N side of the hill.

Deerfield Trail No. 40 levels out here not far below the top of a hill to the SW (L). Lupe had already gained 300 feet of elevation from the junction with Centennial Trail No. 89. Photo looks WNW.

Although Lupe was merely off to a good start as far as getting to Silver City was concerned, the topo map showed she was already fairly close to one of her side objectives. Peak 5707 ought to be only 0.5 mile S of here. A faded remnant of a road entered a small meadow S of the trail. Maybe that was the way to go?

This small meadow next to Deerfield Trail No. 40 looked like a promising start toward Peak 5707. After crossing the meadow, Lupe climbed the forested slope seen on the R. Photo looks SSW.

Lupe abandoned Deerfield Trail No. 40 for the time being to begin her search for Peak 5707. She went S through the small meadow, then turned SW climbing the nearby forested hill. She quickly arrived up on a spacious, virtually flat summit, already at 5,520+ feet elevation.

Up on the flat 5,520+ foot elevation hilltop. Photo looks SW.

Loop headed SW on the broad hilltop until she caught sight of an even higher forested hill a little farther S. That was High Point 5600. Peak 5707 wasn’t in view yet, but ought to be beyond it. Looper lost 80 feet of elevation going down to the saddle leading to High Point 5600.

On the saddle leading to High Point 5600. Photo looks SSW.

After crossing the saddle, the easiest route up High Point 5600 seemed to be to curl around to and up the E slope. Before she even got to the top, Lupe could see Peak 5707 ahead.

From the upper E slope of High Point 5600, Lupe gets her first look at **Peak 5707** (L). Photo looks SSW.

Lupe briefly visited the highest rocks on High Point 5600 before turning S toward Peak 5707. This time she lost only 60 feet of elevation heading down to the saddle. Along the way she came to a couple of spots from which she had quite nice distant views toward the E and SE.

Looper could see both Perrin Mountain (5,212 ft.), which she had been to only 2 weeks ago, and Thrall Mountain (5,091 ft.). Loop had been to Thrall Mountain, too, but it was getting close to 4 years ago now.

**Peak 5707** (Center) from the upper S slope of High Point 5600. Photo looks S.

The closest distant hill on the L is **Perrin Mountain**. Beyond it a little to the R is **Thrall Mountain**. Photo looks SE on the way to **Peak 5707**.

Similar view zoomed in. Lupe’s ears point up at **Perrin Mountain**. **Thrall Mountain** is at Center. Photo looks SE.

The N slope leading to the top of Peak 5707 really wasn’t much of a climb. Lupe only needed to gain 150 feet of elevation, and the slope was only moderately steep. Due to lots of deadfall timber, it was harder than it should have been, though. Nevertheless, Lupe was soon perched at the true summit on the highest slanty rocks.

Due to the forest, the only really clear view was toward the NW. Close by, Lupe could see Peak 5707’s NW ridge. Custer Peak (6,804 ft.) was on the far horizon.

Success! Lupe at the summit of **Peak 5707**. **Custer Peak** is the distant high point at Center. Peak 5707’s NW ridge is in the foreground. Photo looks NW.

While Lupe had arrived at Peak 5707 from the N, the mountain’s main ridge runs NW/SE. This ridge was quite narrow at the true summit. Slanty rocks and scattered deadfall made the immediate area a bit of a hassle to maneuver on. Once Lupe and SPHP were satisfied with having seen the limited available views, the Carolina Dog set off toward flatter terrain to the SE less encumbered with obstacles.

Lupe discovered a nice, wide flat area only a foot or two lower than the true summit. It was a pleasant spot.

Only a little SE of Peak 5707’s true summit, Lupe found this nice flat area. It was only a foot or two lower than the actual high point, and much easier to move around on. Photo looks S.

The W end of Pactola Reservoir is only a mile S of Peak 5707. SPHP had hoped Lupe would have a nice view of the lake from up here. However, if there were any views, even this nice flat spot was too heavily forested to see them. Lupe and SPHP continued a short distance SE along the ridge hoping to discover a decent viewpoint.

Sure enough, the American Dingo came to a point along the SW edge of the ridge from which it was possible to see Silver City, Rapid Creek, and the far W end of Pactola Lake.

Looking SW from Peak 5707’s SE ridge. **Silver City** is below on the R. The far W end of **Pactola Reservoir** is on the L.

The topo map showed Peak 5707’s SE ridge extending another whole 0.5 mile to come within 0.5 mile of Pactola Reservoir. Maybe there were even better viewpoints somewhere along the way? Eh. Perhaps, but it seemed like a longer trek than SPHP really wanted to make away from Deerfield Trail No. 40 and Lupe’s other objectives. It was decided to explore Peak 5707’s shorter NW ridge instead.

Done with a short, brief exploration of a small part of Peak 5707’s SE ridge, Lupe heads back toward the summit on her way to the NW ridge. Photo looks NW.

Exploring the NW ridge turned out not to be such a hot idea. Most of the ridgeline proved to be a mess due to large amounts of deadfall. Even so, lots of trees were still standing. Lupe didn’t come to any grand views she hadn’t seen before. Fortunately, there were some areas that weren’t too hard to traverse. Lupe did make it out to the high point at the far NW end before turning around.

Looking back at Peak 5707’s summit from the NW ridge. Photo looks SE.

*Not much deadfall here, SPHP! Kind of like a super highway for you!* Photo looks NW.

*Can’t see a darn thing from here, either!* Loopster at the high point at the far NW end of the ridge. She turned around and went back from here. Photo looks NW.

Well, the views from Peak 5707 may have been a bit disappointing, but exploring is always fun. At a minimum, Lupe had scored a peakbagging success. The Carolina Dog headed SE back toward the summit along the NW ridge. Before she got there, Lupe left the ridgeline heading E toward the saddle leading to High Point 5600. Some of the aspen trees were loaded with golden leaves.

Even if there weren’t any dazzling distant views from Peak 5707, Lupe could still appreciate the golden leaves of the aspen trees.

Lupe could have taken a shortcut to Deerfield Trail No. 40 by going down a valley to the NNW before she even reached the saddle S of High Point 5600. However, SPHP thought maybe she should return to the exact same point where she had left the trail. That way Loop would get to see the entire trail, even if it got so late the return trip was in the dark.

So that’s what Looper did. She went back over High Point 5600 and the 5520+ foot hill, and all the way back down to the small meadow where she reached Deerfield Trail No. 40 again. As expected, a level stretch of trail took Lupe around the N side of the 5520+ foot hill, then turned SW.

Lupe back on Deerfield Trail No. 40 again as it rounds the N side of the 5520+ foot hill. Photo looks SW.

Once W of the 5520+ foot hill, Deerfield Trail No. 40 began to steadily lose elevation. At first Lupe was traveling through pine forest, but she soon came to a long stretch with many aspens mingled in that was quite beautiful this time of year.

As the trail wound SW, Lupe came to a long beautiful stretch of forest with many aspens mingled in among the pines.

*Sure is pretty along in here, SPHP. Hope it stays like this all the way to Silver City!*

So, where is this place on the map, SPHP? …. Remember when you were up at the high spot at the far end of Peak 5707’s NW ridge, Loop? I think we are just N of there now, but several hundred feet lower.

Looking up, SPHP eventually saw that Lupe was rounding the far NW end of Peak 5707’s NW ridge. Deerfield Trail No. 40 emerged from the aspens about this time and curved S. The forest was all pines now, with virtually no other vegetation. Pine needles covered the trail and littered the forest floor.

Lupe started having success finding squirrels to bark at. Most of the time she stayed busy roaming off trail eagerly looking for the next one.

After leaving the aspens behind, Deerfield Trail No. 40 wound S in a solid Ponderosa pine forest. Photo looks SSW.

*Well, those aspens were pretty, but when it comes to excitement, you just can’t beat squirrels!* Lupe had considerable success finding squirrels in the pine forest.

The trail wound around a bunch, but overall kept working its way S. Most of the time Lupe was still losing elevation, but after a while she came to level and even uphill sections, too. The pine forest went on and on. Lupe was somewhere on the lower W slopes of Peak 5707, but many hundreds of feet below the now unseen summit.

The pine forest finally began to open up. Grass appeared. Lupe had lost a lot of elevation. She would soon reach a gravel road leading to the Jenny Gulch picnic ground near Pactola Reservoir.

Grass appeared when the pine forest finally opened up. Loop had lost many hundreds of feet of elevation by now. Photo looks S.

If there weren’t so many squirrels down here as before, it didn’t matter. As Deerfield Trail No. 40 approached the gravel road to the Jenny Gulch picnic ground, Lupe spotted a new source of keen interest right across the road. Cows! Big, beautiful, black cows. So tempting!

Approaching the gravel road to the Jenny Gulch picnic ground, Lupe spotted a new source of interest on the other side. Big, beautiful, black cows! Photo looks SSW.

Don’t even think about it, Loopster! Be good! Leave those cows alone.

SPHP settled for 2 out of 3. Lupe was good. She didn’t chase the cows. Even after the trail crossed the road and she was mighty close to them. However, Loop sure did think about it. It was simply impossible not to. Just the look in that Dingo’s eyes made the cows decide the grass was greener farther up the valley as Lupe approached. A few decided there was some urgency in the matter, and set off at a lively trot.

Where the cows had just been, a rather rotten old tree trunk served as an official Deerfield Trail No. 40 bridge across a tiny creek.

The tempting cows departed of their own volition leaving Lupe in command of their field. She crossed the rotten tree trunk seen on the R, which still served as a bridge over a tiny creek. Photo looks SSW.

Beyond the creek, Deerfield Trail No. 40 headed SSW through the field to the base of a forested hillside. It continued in this direction with the hill on the W and the field to the E until beyond the hillside. The trail then turned W gaining elevation slowly as Lupe went through open forest and meadows.

After getting around the S end of a forested hill, Lupe follows the trail W through an area of meadows and open forest.

Lupe soon came to a short climb up and over a small ridge. On the other side, water was in sight at the bottom of a steep slope. Deerfield Trail No. 40 turned NNW heading down the slope. After losing most or all of the elevation Lupe had gained going over the little ridge, the trail turned W again as the terrain began to level out.

After crossing the small ridge on the L, the terrain leveled out. Rapid Creek flows into the W end of Pactola Reservoir on the far side of the wetlands on the R. Photo looks S.

The American Dingo was only 0.5 mile from Silver City now. Soon the red roof of the Silver City Community Hall was in sight beyond a field. Lupe was thrilled to see a magnificent herd of black cows munching away at the tall grass.

Nearing Silver City, Lupe was thrilled to see an even bigger and more magnificent herd of black cows ahead. **Silver Peak (5,810 ft.)** is in the distance. Photo looks SW.

To avoid the cattle as much as possible, SPHP led Loop along the lower SE side of the field near the edge of wetlands. Although the Carolina Dog didn’t bark and behaved quite nicely, the closest cows were unnerved by her predatory stares. Most returned to the safety of the larger herd.

The rest was easy. Deerfield Trail No. 40 took Lupe across the last part of the field to Silver City Road. Loopster briefly dropped by the Silver City Community Hall. From a lawn liberally decorated with cow pies, she had a great view back toward Peak 5707 off to the NE.

Lupe reaches Silver City. Photo looks SW.

At the **Silver City Community Hall**. Note the snazzy red roof. Photo looks W.

Looking back at **Peak 5707** (Center) from the Silver City Community Hall lawn. Photo looks NE with help from the telephoto lens.

On the other side of Silver City Road a scenic cliff was in view beyond Rapid Creek. Lupe wandered over for a closer look.

Rapid Creek is somewhere near the base of this scenic cliff downstream of Silver City. Photo looks SE.

A 0.5 mile level stroll to the Silver City trailhead was all that remained for Lupe to complete her Deerfield Trail No. 40 objective for the day.

Lupe on Silver City Road. The main part of Silver City is off to the L (S) on the opposite side of Rapid Creek (hidden by bushes). Deerfield Trail No. 40’s Silver City trailhead is still 0.5 mile away down the road on the R. Photo looks W.

Loop by Rapid Creek near the bridge to the main part of Silver City. Lupe didn’t need to cross this bridge. The Silver City trailhead is on this same (N) side of the creek farther along the road on the R. Photo looks WNW.

Lupe made it to the Silver City trailhead, just a wide spot at the end of a gravel road. Her mission accomplished, the Carolina Dog went a little farther exploring the near bank of Rapid Creek upstream to another bridge providing access farther up the canyon.

Lupe gets a drink from Rapid Creek near the Silver City trailhead. Photo looks ESE.

Exploring a little farther up Rapid Creek toward the next bridge. Photo looks WNW.

Lupe got up on the bridge over Rapid Creek. Deerfield Trail No. 40 crosses this bridge on its way farther up the canyon. This was it, though. Lupe wasn’t going any farther today.

The Carolina Dog had been this way before. In fact, long ago the Silver City trailhead and this same bridge had been the starting point for Lupe’s very first adventures in the Black Hills. Both of her Black Hills, SD Expeditions No. 1 & No. 2 had begun right here in January, 2012. Barely 2 years old then, Lupe had been so very excited by the mysterious Black Hills backcountry, and had such wonderful times! That was way back in the days before SPHP even thought to bring a camera.

A short distance beyond the Silver Creek trailhead, once again on the bridge over Rapid Creek to a life of adventures! Both of Lupe’s first two Black Hills, SD Expeditions had started right here way back in January, 2012.

It was mid-afternoon. This was a good place to take a break. Lupe curled up with a view of Rapid Creek by the end of the bridge. She had some Taste of the Wild, then spent a few minutes resting. Perhaps, like SPHP, she was reflecting upon those first adventures so long ago.

Taking a break near Rapid Creek where it all began once upon a time. Photo looks ESE.

Ten minutes only, before the American Dingo was ready for action again! Lupe and SPHP started back along the road. Loop would return to the Deer Creek trailhead retracing the same route along Deerfield Trail No. 40.

Leaving Silver City heading toward **Peak 5707** (Center) again. Photo looks NE.

On the way back, Lupe made two side trips off Deerfield Trail No. 40. First, she left the trail to visit the Jenny Gulch picnic ground. Here she had access to parts of the N shore of Pactola Reservoir. Lupe and SPHP spent a little time exploring the area.

Lupe reaches **Pactola Reservoir** at the lower end of Jenny Gulch. Photo looks ESE.

Overlooking part of the W end of **Pactola Reservoir** near Jenny Gulch. A squirrel has Lupe’s attention. Photo looks WSW.

**Pactola Reservoir** is the largest lake in the Black Hills. Only a small portion is in view here. Photo looks W.

Later on, as evening approached, Lupe left Deerfield Trail No. 40 again to attempt a second ascent of Peak 5707. Loopster used the exact same route she had taken this morning. It was cloudier and cooler out now than it had been earlier.

S of High Point 5600 on the way back to Peak 5707 for a 2nd time. Photo looks ESE.

Lupe succeeded in reaching Peak 5707 a second time. Sadly, a hoped for beautiful sunset wasn’t going to happen. Lupe and SPHP hung around for 20 minutes anyway, enjoying the solitude and limited views. Most of this time was spent relaxing on the flat area SE of the true summit.

Lupe makes an early evening return to the true summit of **Peak 5707**. Photo looks SSE.

Relaxing up on **Peak 5707**. Photo looks N.

Light was fading. Lupe went back to the highest rocks a final time. One more look around. Then it was Puppy, Ho! Onward!

One more mile of adventure! Half a mile back to Deerfield Trail No. 40. Another half mile to the Deer Creek trailhead. It’s not over until it’s over!

Lupe made the most of every moment as darkness descended upon her Black Hills and Expedition No. 236 drew to a close. (End – 7:07 PM, 42 °F)

Final moments at the top of **Peak 5707**, 10-6-18.

Lupe treasures gathered: 18 aluminum cans, 2 plastic bottles, 3 glass bottles.

Links:

Next Black Hills Expedition Prior Black Hills Expedition

Deerfield Trail No. 40 brochure & map

Next Trail Section W:

Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 163 – Deerfield Trail No. 40 – Silver City to Canyon City (3-23-16)

Centennial Trail No. 89 brochure & map

Next Trail Section S:

Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 234 – Centennial Trail No. 89 – Rapid Creek to Deer Creek (9-22-18)

Next Trail Section N:

Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 235 – Centennial Trail No. 89 – Deer Creek to Pilot Knob (9-29-18)

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Big Baldy Mountain, the Judith Basin County High Point, Montana (9-12-17)

Days 42, 43 & 44 of Lupe’s 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska!

9-10-17, 7:09 AM, 45°F, E of Vanderhoof, British Columbia – Time to scoot! Lupe was on her way home. With her successful ascent of Harvey Mountain in Babine Mountains Provincial Park near Smithers yesterday, her adventures in Canada were concluded. Only one big adventure left to go on this Dingo Vacation, and that would be in Montana, more than 1,000 miles away.

SPHP drove E on Hwy 16. A fuel stop in Prince George, then Lupe was seeing new territory heading S along Hwy 97. Pretty country, but a far more populated region than staying on Hwy 16 would have been. Lupe liked this route well enough; she had cows and horses to bark at. SPHP preferred the more secluded, remote feel of Hwy 16. Still it was fun to see something new.

The drive went on all day. Lupe escaped the G6 at a few scenic breaks along the way. She saw the Thompson River a little N of Spences Bridge.

After a long drive S on Hwy 97 from Prince George, Lupe escaped the G6 for this view of the **Thompson River**. Photo looks S.

Looking upstream along the **Thompson River**. Southern British Columbia was much drier than the Yukon and Alaska where Lupe had spent the vast majority of this Dingo Vacation.

At Spences Bridge, SPHP turned E. Hwy 8 was winding, narrow, and far less traveled. Lupe visited the Nicola River. The river was running low.

The quiet, slow pace ended at Merritt. Traffic zoomed S along Hwy 5A, then E on Hwy 97C over highlands before dropping down to a junction with Hwy 97 again. SPHP drove S along the W shore of Okanagan Lake. The huge, long lake was beautiful, but this area was all citified. Traffic was bumper to bumper all the way to Penticton.

S of Penticton, Lupe needed relief from the G6 again. She found it at a park at the S end of Skaha Lake in Okanagan Falls.

At the S end of **Skaha Lake**, Okanagan Falls, British Columbia. Photo looks N.

Oh, yeah! This is better! Say are we going to climb any of the mountains around here, SPHP? …. Fraid not, Looper, you’re on the way home. You have only one more adventure, and that’s still far away in Montana.

Lupe left Canada near Osoyoos. While the Okanagan Lake area had been thriving and overrun with people, N Washington State looked dry, deserted, desolate. Night fell along Hwy 20 E of Tonasket putting an end to Looper’s travels for the day.

9-11-17 – Last night there had been stars in the wee hours. Even the moon was out. For a month and a half, Lupe had scarcely seen them in the far N. The night sky made a good impression, but Lupe woke to find herself in Mordor.

Across Washington, Idaho, and into Montana, the farther E the Carolina Dog went, the browner and yellower the world became. Only the tinder dry forests somehow remained green. Had even a drop of rain fallen on this parched land since Lupe left home at the end of July? Didn’t look like it. The day was hot. Smoke filled the air.

Are you scared, SPHP?

Not at all, why would I be scared?

You never told me we’d be going to Mordor!

Oh, yeah. Looks that way, doesn’t it, Loop? Guess you’ve figured it out. Peakbagging Mount Doom ought to be a spectacular end for your 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska, don’t you think?

Mount Doom! Are you crazy? I thought you might have something special planned for my last adventure, but Mount Doom? I don’t mind telling you, I am a bit scared. Do you have it?

Have what?

Don’t be so coy. You know what I mean.

Actually, I don’t.

Do I have to drag it out of you, SPHP? The ring! Do you have the ring?

What ring?

The ring of power!

Oh, that. Why yes, I think so. Should be in the glove box, unless I left it on the nightstand at home, or maybe it was in that box of odds and ends I took to the Salvation Army before we left.

You took the ring of power to the Salvation Army? You can’t be serious!

Maybe. I don’t remember for sure, Loop. Anyway, what’s the difference? What good is having a ring of power? They haven’t been perfected yet. Nearly all of them have serious manufacturer’s defects. You can never use them, and they just cause endless trouble. Why, even recycling them is a major pain. Look at all the inconvenience Frodo had to go through.

Well, if you didn’t want the ring of power, SPHP, you could have given it to your dearest Dingo, or at least put it up on eBay, and have gotten something for it. Maybe you don’t care to have a ring of power, but they are in high demand from what I hear. They’re all the rage! A ring of power would have brought a pretty penny on eBay, I bet. Besides, here we are, well into Mordor now, and you don’t even know what you did with it. Everyone else that’s got a ring of power is obsessed with keeping track of it. But not you, SPHP. Oh no! You can’t be bothered with such trifles can you? How can you be so absent-minded? We are going to need that ring of power when we get to Mount Doom!

Oh, I suppose you’re right, Loopster. Remind me to look for it when we get to the Mount Doom trailhead. Don’t worry. It’s probably in the glove box, like I said before.

By nightfall, Lupe was back at King’s Hill Pass in the Little Belt Range, the same place she’d spent the first night of her long journeys.

9-12-17 – A bright morning. This was it! The last adventure! SPHP drove 2 miles NE from King’s Hill Pass to a R (E) turn off Hwy 89 onto USFS Road No. 3328. The dusty road wound N through the forest, and was fine for several miles. Looper rode with her head out the window eagerly watching for squirrels.

SPHP made a wrong turn onto USFS Road No. 3356, eventually realized the mistake, and returned to No. 3328 again. A couple miles farther N, and No. 3328 deteriorated to the point where SPHP would have turned back, if there had been a decent turnaround spot. The stony roadbed was beating the poor G6 to death.

Fortunately, No. 3328 improved going forward. At Jefferson Creek, Lupe reached an intersection. SPHP didn’t have a map of the area. A sketchy route description SPHP did have said to keep driving N on No. 3328 to a sharp bend in the road at Chamberlain Creek.

Once at Chamberlain Creek, the G6 could be abandoned. Lupe would then climb the forested slope to the E, and arrive up on a broad, open ridge a little over a mile S of Big Baldy Mountain (9,177 ft.). A short stretch of 4WD road would take the Carolina Dog to an obvious trail to the top from the SW. Seemed easy enough.

No. 3328 went W from Jefferson Creek. The road went a mile, curved N, then headed NNE. About 2 miles from Jefferson Creek, the road turned sharply W. No signs, but a quick inspection confirmed the existence of a small creek. SPHP stashed the G6 at the widest spot along the narrow road. Lupe was on her way!

*Remember to get the ring of power out of the glove box, SPHP!* Lupe on USFS Road No. 3328 ready to set out for Big Baldy Mountain. Photo looks NE.

Staying well S of the creek, Lupe left the road climbing E up a forested slope. The stream soon angled N. Lupe continued E.

An opening in the forest on the way up the slope. Photo looks NE.

The forested slope was steep, and rocky in spots. For some mysterious reason, heavy equipment had mowed down wide swathes of the forest, then left the dead trees piled up in the openings. Lupe worked through several such bands of destruction before getting above the highest one.

After gaining 700 feet of elevation or more, the terrain finally leveled out. Lupe arrived up on a wide saddle.

Nothing looked right! The saddle was completely forested. No open ground, no 4WD road, no trail, no sign anyone ever came here! Big Baldy Mountain wasn’t even in sight.

After climbing more than 700 feet up the ridge, Lupe arrives at a forested saddle not at all like what SPHP had been expecting.

Lupe and SPHP searched for a trail. Nada. Higher ground was SW or NE. To the SE, the terrain dropped away on the other side of the saddle. SPHP made an arrow on the ground out of big sticks. The arrow pointed W where Lupe had come up. Maybe the arrow would come in handy later on when trying to find the way back?

Big Baldy Mountain was almost certainly somewhere N of here. With the arrow in place, Lupe headed NE through the forest. She was soon gaining elevation steadily, though not as rapidly as before. After a little more than 0.25 mile, a meadow of dead grass and scattered dead trees could be seen ahead.

0.25 mile NE of the saddle, Looper enters a meadow of dead grass and scattered dead trees. Photo looks NNE.

Lupe headed NNE through the meadow. When she reached the shade of a live tree, she was ready to for a break. It was hot and sunny. The Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood was no longer used to such a climate. She eagerly lapped up water SPHP provided, then took it easy, panting in the shade.

*Whew! We aren’t in Alaska any more are we, SPHP? Mordor is like an oven!*

Close to this live tree, a road was coming up a long slope from the SE. For a 4WD road, it was in surprisingly good shape.

Lupe ready to roll again next to the road she discovered close to her shady pine tree. Photo looks SSE.

With any luck at all, this was the 4WD road that would take Lupe to the trail up Big Baldy Mountain. Before following the road, Lupe crossed it. She headed N until she was high enough to see what was beyond this broad ridge she now seemed to be on.

Oh, yeah! There was Big Baldy Mountain (9,177 ft.)! No mistaking it.

Crossing the ridge, Lupe caught this view of **Big Baldy Mountain**. Photo looks N.

Big Baldy was farther away than expected. SPHP must not have driven far enough N on USFS Road No. 3328. That little stream Lupe had started up by couldn’t have been Chamberlain Creek. No matter. Lupe had a longer trek in store, but certainly a doable one. Puppy, Ho! Onward!

Lupe and SPHP returned to the 4WD road, and began following it NW. The road climbed gradually, entered a stretch of forest, and emerged back out onto open ground. Lupe could see King’s Hill Pass from here.

**King’s Hill Pass** where Lupe had spent the night is at Center. **King’s Hill (8,008 ft.)** is the ridge on the L. **Porphyry Peak (8,192 ft.)** is the high hill on the R. Photo looks SW.

The road curved around the W side of a barren hill, then headed NE. Big Baldy Mountain was in sight ahead. Lupe passed through both forested and open territory on the way down to a saddle leading to Big Baldy.

From here, the road goes to a saddle leading straight to **Big Baldy**. Photo looks NE.

Heading down to the saddle. Photo looks NE.

*You know, SPHP, we spent all our time in the Yukon & Alaska hoping for sunshine. Now that we’re in Mordor, we’re spending it all hoping for shade!*

After crossing the saddle, Loop arrived at the start of the trail to the top of Big Baldy Mountain.

At the start of the trail up Big Baldy Mountain.

The first part of the trail wound up through a pine forest. The trail was dusty, eroded, and had lots of loose rocks. Lupe enjoyed the shade of the forest as long as she could. She had already seen that, soon enough, she would be up where there wasn’t a tree or bit of shade to be found.

Where it left the forest, the trail was steep and consisted entirely of small rocks. Lupe began the long, sunny part of the climb. At first, there were still occasionally a few trees where a Carolina Dog could take a shady break. Higher up, Lupe roamed a barren slope. Near the summit, progress became easier as the rate of climb steadily decreased.

Leaving the forest, the trail was all rock. Photo looks N.

For a while there were still scattered trees where Loop could take a break in the shade. The saddle Lupe crossed on the way here is the line of bare ground on the L. The road comes this way from the distant bare spot. Photo looks SW.

Looper could forget about shade the rest of the way from here. Photo looks NNE.

Big Baldy Mountain looks like a huge dome from the W. However, when Loop was almost to the summit, she discovered that the mountain drops sharply into a big canyon to the E. From the edge, Lupe could see Rhoda Lake 900 feet below.

**Big Baldy Mountain** looks like a giant dome from the W. Approaching the summit, however, Lupe discovered that the mountain drops sharply into a big canyon to the E. Photo looks E.

Almost there! Lupe along the E edge of **Big Baldy Mountain**. The summit is beyond her and a little to the R. Photo looks NNW.

**Rhoda Lake** from the E edge of **Big Baldy Mountain**. Photo looks E.

The summit of Big Baldy Mountain (9,177 ft.) was a large barren area strewn with smallish rocks. A crudely constructed cairn was at the high point. A metal box rested on the cairn weighed down by a single rock. Nearby, an old wooden sign giving the elevation as 9,175 feet stood close to the E edge. A white structure with solar panels and an antenna completed the man-made items atop the mountain.

The wooden sign, summit cairn, and white building with the solar panels and antenna. Photo looks SSW.

Since it was only mid-day, Lupe and SPHP lingered at the summit. Lupe had plenty of time to sniff around and check out the views. She drank water, devoured Taste of the Wild, and in general lazed about.

The air was somewhat smoky from distant forest fires. The views weren’t as clear as they might have been, but the smoke wasn’t too bad. Lupe could see many of the higher peaks of the Little Belt Range.

Looking N or NW(?) from **Big Baldy Mountain**.

**Long Mountain (8,621 ft.)** (Center) with help from the telephoto lens. Long Mountain is the Cascade County, Montana high point. Photo looks SW.

The far barren hill toward the L is likely **Yogo Peak (8,801 ft.)**. Photo looks SE.

The most impressive view was actually the one of Rhoda Lake.

The most impressive view from **Big Baldy Mountain** was the one looking down on **Rhoda Lake**. **Gibson Peak (8,065 ft.)** is on the L. The bare peak at Center far beyond the lake is **Bandbox Mountain (8,100 ft.)**. Photo looks E.

**Rhoda Lake** with **Bandbox Mountain** beyond at Center. Photo looks E.

**Rhoda Lake** with lots of help from the telephoto lens.

So, where’s Mount Doom, SPHP? How far away is it? I’ve looked in every direction, and I can’t even see it from here. Why didn’t we park closer?

This is it.

What do you mean? This is what?

This is Mount Doom.

Don’t be ridiculous! This can’t be Mount Doom! Where’s the impossibly craggy summit, the thick smoke, the intense heat? It’s warm out alright, and a bit smoky, but nothing like Mount Doom will be. Where are the bubbling lava streams and dark swirling clouds overhead? Where are the constant lightning strikes and all the rumbling earthquakes? Where are the explosive eruptions flinging fire and brimstone everywhere?

Hmm. I suppose you’ve got a point, there, Loopster. Two theories. Either we’ve come when Mount Doom is dormant – mountains can’t carry on like that all the time you know – or I got the route description to the trailhead messed up. In that case, this is some other peak.

Dormant! Mount Doom isn’t dormant! We’re at the wrong mountain. This doesn’t look remotely like Mount Doom. Neither does anything else around here. Sometimes I think you only pretend to be able to read maps. Did you even bring a map? I’ll bet you didn’t. Sheesh! Well, what do we do with it then, SPHP?

Nothing. You were right. I didn’t bring a map.

Not the map! The ring of power! What do we do with the ring of power? Just fling it over the edge and hope it lands in Rhoda Lake?

I suppose we could. Smeagol found a ring of power in a pond once, which had been a good hiding place for it for a long time, but I don’t think my arm is strong enough to throw the ring all the way to Rhoda Lake, unless it takes some mighty favorable bounces. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. The ring wasn’t in the glove box.

Wasn’t in the glove box? So you don’t actually have the ring of power with you?

No, not really.

Lupe thought for a moment.

Well, maybe that explains it, SPHP. Perhaps you were right. Maybe Mount Doom only goes nuts when the ring of power gets close? Since we haven’t actually got the ring with us, the mountain could be just disguising itself as this innocent looking big hill. There’s magic in Mordor, you know. Maybe the mountain is dormant and under a spell, just waiting for the ring to come closer?

Oh, I think you’ve hit upon it, Loop! That makes perfect sense! Or maybe it’s the power of the ring that causes the mountain to go crazy? Either way, it explains why nothing is happening here at the moment, which is for the best, anyway.

Ha ha! Mount Doom sure had me fooled, SPHP! What a disguise! I’m not used to dealing with magical places. Anyway, I’m kind of glad. This isn’t scary at all, and now we’ve peakbagged Mount Doom! There’s some bragging rights for ya! We don’t have to tell anyone the mountain was like this when we came. Let them think whatever they like.

Don’t sell yourself short, Loopster. You’ve been to plenty of magical places on this Dingo Vacation. We both have.

Since Big Baldy Mountain was the last big adventure of Lupe’s grand 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska, the American Dingo thought SPHP ought to open that metal box on the summit cairn. No doubt it contained a registry, and she wanted SPHP to enter her name. May as well leave proof that she had actually climbed Mount Doom!

Loop also wanted to check up on her friend mountaineer Jobe Wymore. Had Jobe ever been to Mount Doom? According to his ascent records on peakbagger.com, Jobe has been all over the place. Had he really done all that stuff? If so, he’d probably been to Mount Doom, too.

*So, SPHP, why don’t you open this metal box? Must have a registry in it, don’t you think? Put our names in there, and then see if you can find Jobe’s name anywhere. Pretty please?*

SPHP was happy to comply with the Carolina Dog’s wishes. The metal box contained not 1, but 3 registries. Lupe’s name got entered in the most recent one, then SPHP searched to see if Jobe had been here.

Tons of people had been on top of Mount Doom. Loopster was amazed! Who would have ever guessed? SPHP searched and searched, but wasn’t finding Jobe’s name. Then on about the last page SPHP checked in the last of the 3 registries, there it was.

*Hah! Here it is Looper, proof Jobe was here. Satisfied now?*

Lupe was happy that SPHP put her name in the registry. She was glad SPHP had found Jobe’s name. She wasn’t the least bit surprised that Jobe had been here, too. He sure does get around! Jobe was on the up and up. No doubt about it. What a modest guy, though. He’d never even mentioned that he climbed Mount Doom, but maybe Mount Doom had been dormant then, too, so it hadn’t seemed like such a big deal?

After close to an hour on Big Baldy Mountain, the inevitable end was drawing near. Lupe returned to pose on the summit cairn a final time. The last picture on the last summit of her 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska! The Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood tried to look indomitable, all noble and serious like. Even though Mount Doom wasn’t anywhere near the Arctic, it was a legendary peak.

On Big Baldy Mountain, Little Belt Range, Montana 9-12-17

Lupe was satisfied. She started down Big Baldy Mountain on the way back to the G6. It was a bittersweet moment for sure – sad to think her epic adventures culminating with an ascent of Mount Doom were all over, but good to be going home, too.

Starting down **Big Baldy Mountain**. Photo looks SW.

The arrow of sticks SPHP had made back down at the forested saddle was still there. Lupe did find it. She headed down the steep slope to the W, and eventually reached USFS Road No. 3328 again. There was the G6, just down the road a little way. (3:22 PM, 80°F)

On the W slope almost back to USFS Road No. 3328 and the G6.

At Jefferson Creek, not wanting to brave the worst of USFS Road No. 3328 again, SPHP tried going W on the intersecting road. USFS Road No. 267 had a zillion annoying speed bumps built into it, but proved to be a much shorter and far superior route back to Hwy 89.

9-13-17, 1:50 AM, Black Hills of South Dakota – The long drive was over. A weary SPHP parked the G6 in the driveway. Two minutes later, Lupe was trotting into her living room. All was quiet and dark. Nothing had changed. Everything was as she’d left it. SPHP flicked on the kitchen light. The Carolina Dog was ready for a drink of water, and a bite to eat.

While SPHP was distracted dishing up her Alpo, the Carolina Dog snuck up the dark hallway to the bedroom. She leapt up on the bed, then carefully and excitedly sniffed the top of the nightstand. A few moments later, Lupe sighed.

The ring of power wasn’t there.

Mount Doom

At first he could see nothing. In his great need he drew out once more the phial of Galadriel, but it was pale and cold within his trembling hand and threw no light into that stifling dark. He was come to the heart of the realm of Sauron and the forges of his current might, greatest in all Middle-earth; all other powers here subdued. Fearfully he took a few uncertain steps into the dark, and then all at once there came a flash of red that leaped upward, and smote the high black roof. Then Sam saw that he was in a long cave or tunnel that bored into the mountain’s smoking core. But only a short way ahead its floor and the walls on either side were cloven by a great fissure, out of which the red glow came, now leaping up, now dying down into darkness, and all the while far below there was a rumour and a trouble as of great engines throbbing and labouring. The light sprang up again, and there on the brink of the chasm, at the very Crack of Doom, stood Frodo, black against the glare, tense, erect, but still as if he had been turned to stone.

“Master!” cried Sam.

Then Frodo stirred and spoke with a clear voice, indeed with a voice clearer and more powerful than Sam had ever heard him use, and it rose above the throb and turmoil of Mount Doom, ringing in the roof and walls.

“I have come” he said. “But I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed. The Ring is mine!”

– from The Lord of the Rings, Return of the King, by J. R. R. Tolkien

Big Baldy Mountain trailhead notes:

Low clearance vehicles – Take Hwy 89 about 5 miles N from King’s Hill Pass to a R (E) turn onto unmarked USFS Road No. 267 only 0.25 mile N of milepost 34. (A large pullout is along the same side of Hwy 89 just N of this turn in the event it gets missed.) USFS Road No. 267 passes over (no ford) Jefferson Creek close to the highway. Follow No. 267 4 miles E to a L (N) turn on USFS Road No. 3328. Follow No. 3328 another 4 miles to Chamberlain Creek. Park here (wherever, Lupe never got this far) and climb the ridge to the E to arrive at the saddle close to the start of the trail up Big Baldy from the SW.

High clearance vehicles – It may be possible to drive right to the start of the trail SW of Big Baldy. Take Hwy 89 about 2 miles N from King’s Hill Pass to a R (E) turn onto USFS Road No. 3328. After 2 miles, a very sharp bend to the R (S) at an intersection puts you onto USFS Road No. 3356 (unmarked). 2 miles on No. 3356 brings you to the top of a ridgeline and another intersection. Go L (N) on USFS Road No. 251, following it 3.5 miles to a “Y”. Bear L (N) onto USFS Road No. 3300. The trailhead at the base of Big Baldy is about 4 miles N on No. 3300. Lupe did not explore this whole route. All distances are approximate. Intersections may not be marked. In general, remain up on the ridge after reaching No. 251, and head N staying W wherever possible.

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