Day 9 of Lupe’s 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Wind River Range, Wyoming & Select Peaks in Montana
Lightning! Oh, boy. Nothing like getting drenched in the middle of the night. Unable to sleep, SPHP used a small flashlight to study maps. Meanwhile, the American Dingo, tired from yesterday’s fun and games on New Benchmark, and stuffed full of her entire food supply which she had devoured upon returning to Porcupine Pass, snoozed peacefully in the “tiny house” on her red sleeping bag.
Thunder rumbled for a couple of hours, but thankfully only a little rain fell. At least that was a bit of luck. The maps didn’t have any good news, though. Lupe had made it to New Benchmark (11,850 ft.) yesterday, only to have her route E to Squaretop Mountain (11,695 ft.) blocked by a huge, steep snowbank. What had been seen of a possible alternate route E from N of Porcupine Pass, hadn’t looked promising from New Benchmark, either.
The only other alternative was to go S from Porcupine Pass down the Dodge Creek valley far enough to pick up a trail heading E to the Lozier Lakes area. Loop could then try going N from Kenny or Marten Lakes. She would lose more than 1,000 feet of elevation from her current position at Porcupine Pass, though, all of which would have to be regained, plus a lot more. And it was a long, long way around. With supplies low already, circling clear around to the S wasn’t realistic.
What that meant was failure. Lupe simply wasn’t going to make it to her prime objective. Sadly, Squaretop Mountain was out. No matter how SPHP looked at it, that was the depressing news the maps contained. May as well beat a retreat back down to Green River Lakes when dawn arrived.
Leaving! Why are we leaving? Just because we can’t get all the way to Squaretop Mountain doesn’t mean we have to turn tail and flee, does it, SPHP? We have more time don’t we? It took us a whole day to get here! It’s a wonderful morning. We’re already at nearly 11,000 feet. What’s wrong with all these mountains around here? Can’t we climb one of them instead?
All true, Looper. If you’re up for trying something else, I guess we could. Didn’t really bring any decent maps of anything other than the route I thought we could take to Squaretop, but some of the territory W of here looked pretty fun and not too difficult from New Benchmark yesterday. The maps do show a Dome Peak (11,234 ft.) a few miles SSW of here. We could salvage something from this day, and try for Dome Peak if you like.
Sure! Why not? Dome Peak is fine with me. Let the salvage operations begin! I’m raring to go!
SPHP disassembled Lupe’s tiny house and packed everything up. The first step in the journey to Dome Peak was to head SW over Porcupine Pass Peak (10,890 ft.), which Lupe had visited yesterday morning, too. It was a short, easy walk to the top, a nice change of pace after a couple of long, hard days.
A beautiful sunny trek across Porcupine Pass Peak brought Lupe to a rounded slope that descended gradually to another pass. This pass was unnamed on the maps, but might easily be considered Porcupine Pass SW.
A trail went over the unnamed pass. A quick look at the map showed this would be a longer, but perhaps far less steep route down into the Porcupine Creek drainage than going N from Porcupine Pass when the time came to head back to Green River Lakes. SPHP liked this idea, and decided to stash the tiny house and sleeping bags behind a big rock in the pass.
Lupe continued SW on across the unnamed pass. She climbed up the slope on the far side, which was somewhat steeper than the slope from Porcupine Pass Peak had been, but it wasn’t a problem. SPHP was puzzled when more than halfway up the Carolina Dog discovered a trail winding up this slope.
This trail was unexpected, and SPHP paid little attention to it, assuming it was only a side trail from the main one going over the unnamed pass. This incorrect assessment would have repercussions later in the day. At any rate, Lupe made it up the slope on the far side of the pass, where she had a great view back toward Porcupine Pass Peak (10,890 ft.).
Lupe turned S and headed for Peak 11,125. This was great territory! Open and rolling in a rugged, but not difficult, sort of way. Big snowfields and grassy slopes, scattered rocks, and a myriad of clear trickling streams. Beneath blue skies and sunshine, Lupe ran and ran, streaking over great distances. SPHP strode easily along. Oh, yeah! This was fun!
30 minutes later, Lupe arrived at the top of Peak 11,125. The summit was a relatively small area of big rocks and bigger views.
Dome Peak was still close to 3 miles away, so Lupe didn’t linger long at Peak 11,125. To get down off the mountain, she circled back around to the NW until the terrain permitted her to turn SW. She crossed a snowy basin which was part of the uppermost NE portion of the Boulder Creek drainage area.
The next high point on Lupe’s way was immediately S of the snowy basin. The lower slopes of this hill were also snow-covered. SPHP found the climb easiest staying on lanes of bare ground when possible. Meanwhile, the Carolina Dog wandered wherever she pleased.
This hill wasn’t as high as Peak 11,125. The upper slopes were far less snowy than lower down. Scattered stands of stunted trees grew amid a great deal of rock. In fact, the whole hill was almost solid rock.
From the second high point, Lupe could see the next hill ahead to the S. It was higher than this one, and must have been nearly the same elevation as Peak 11,125. A long, broad green slope with patches of snow to the E led toward a rocky summit. The slope was a steady climb, but getting to the top should be a piece of cake.
Lupe lost elevation again going W down off the second high point. She soon turned S and headed straight for the third high point.
Loop reached the top of the long green slope at a big rock outcropping at the NE end of a long summit ridge. Dome Peak was in view again. The American Dingo had been making good progress toward her objective. She was already halfway there!
Cliffs prevented the Carolina Dog from going any farther straight S. It was clear the highest portions of the third high point’s long summit ridge were still off to the SW. Lupe went W, skirting a series of large rocks a bit below and to the N of them.
Lupe had been doing great so far, but while she was working her way toward the true summit of the 3rd high point, SPHP suddenly realized there were problems ahead.
The first problem was the weather. The sky had been almost completely clear all morning. Now pillars of cumulus clouds could be seen boiling up off to the W. They weren’t too big yet, but looked like trouble.
The second problem was the realization that this 3rd high point still wasn’t part of the long ridge leading to Dome Peak. That ridge was now in view to the SW. Lupe would have to lose a couple hundred feet of elevation to get over to it. That wasn’t a problem, and the long ridge wasn’t more than a few hundred feet high itself, but its sides were steep. Steep with a continuous, big, long snowbank clinging to its upper slopes.
Lupe retreated a little down to the N from the 3rd high point. She had to go this way to get around to the W, and head over to the ridge leading to Dome Peak. SPHP stopped and stared at the long ridge for several minutes while Loop sat waiting patiently.
That ridge isn’t that high Loop. It’s totally ridiculous, but I don’t see a way up it. Not with that steep band of snow all along the upper edge.
We need to go over there?
Yeah, if you’re going to make it to Dome Peak, we need to get up on top. It’s a really long ridge. There’s part of it we don’t see from here farther S. Maybe there’s a way up somewhere along the way?
Well, let’s go check it out! I’ll help you find a way up, SPHP.
Thanks, Lupe, but hold on! I’d say yes, but these clouds look like trouble. They’re building fast. Naturally, Dome Peak seems to be ground zero. I hope you’ve had a good time on this romp, but we better call it.
What! No Dome Peak?
Uh-uh. It’s been fun, but I’m afraid our Dome Peak salvage operation is doomed to failure, too. Thunderstorms will be on the way soon. Let’s get out of here, while the getting is good.
Loop didn’t argue. She just sighed, turned, and started trotting N back down the long green slope back toward the 2nd high point. SPHP followed after her.
The American Dingo didn’t climb the 2nd high point again. It was easier to just skip it and go around the W side.
Loop didn’t return to the top of Peak 11,125, either. She stayed NW of it. By the time she reached the snowfields N of Peak 11,125, it was clear the decision to abandon the effort to reach Dome Peak had been a good one. The sky had grown dark. Thunder rumbled to the S, back in the direction of Dome Peak.
On the way back down into the unnamed pass SW of Porcupine Pass Peak to retrieve the tiny house and sleeping bags, Lupe came across the odd side trail once more. Again, SPHP thought nothing of it. Down in the pass, the weather was so threatening SPHP quickly dug the green plastic rain poncho out of the pack and put it on, before grabbing everything else and hurrying on.
Following the main trail NNW over the pass, Lupe and SPHP started the descent into the Porcupine Creek drainage area. The trail quickly steepened, then vanished! Light rain fell while Loop and SPHP searched for where the trail had disappeared to. Nothing!
Lupe almost started down a large snowfield that went into a big gash in the mountainside. The gash had high, steep sides of bare, loose soil and rocks. The snowfield sloped ever more steeply down until it went out of sight. It was impossible to tell how far down the snow went or how steep it became.
SPHP took another quick look at the map. The trail Lupe wanted went quite a distance W before turning NE down into the Porcupine Creek drainage. Hmm. SPHP led Lupe partway back up to the pass, but only far enough to get around the upper end of the big gash. Once W of the gash, the search for the trail resumed.
Still no trail. The terrain quickly steepened. Lupe was descending fast. To the W was a large snowfield beneath a long rim of cliffs that curved NW. Rocks and boulders stuck up out of the snow in some places. If there was a trail here, it was almost certainly hidden beneath the snow.
Lupe turned N descending a steep slope of bare ground along the E edge of the snowfield. After losing some elevation, she saw a wall of rock extending W out into the snowfield, creating a partial break in it. As Lupe and SPHP descended into a 2 foot gap between the wall of rock and the snowfield below, it started to rain harder. The rock wall had a bit of an overhang offering partial protection from the weather.
Standing around waiting for the storm to end, SPHP had time for reflection. The light finally went on. That odd side trail Lupe had found twice, the one that went up the slope on the W side of the pass, wasn’t a side trail at all! It was the main trail Lupe had been looking for leading over to the Jim Creek trail! It stayed way up high, and didn’t come down here at all. The trail going N over the pass was just a dead end. A more careful look at the maps confirmed it.
Lupe had already lost too much elevation to consider climbing all the way back up to the pass. The main trail went through some beautiful, easy high country that would have been fun to see, but going that way would add at least a couple of miles to the trek back to Green River Lakes. Besides, the storm was still back in that direction. The snowfield below the wall of rock wasn’t so steep that Lupe and SPHP couldn’t just descend it instead.
Despite all the thunder, it didn’t rain very hard or long. The American Dingo emerged from her hiding place ready to tackle the long snowfield. Down, down, down she went. Progress was fast on the snow, but lower down it finally ran out. Lupe then had to wait while SPHP slowly picked a way through boulder fields, occasionally assisted by lanes of vegetation.
It took a long time for SPHP to finally reach the valley floor. Another long march ensued in the forest looking for the Porcupine Trail. The Carolina Dog eventually found it. From then on, Lupe stuck to the trail, with only two exceptions. Just as she had inadvertently done 2 days ago on the way up, Loop twice bushwhacked through the forest to avoid 4 unnecessary fordings of raging Porcupine Creek.
The sun had gone down behind the mountains. Light was fading by the time Lupe reached the final ford of Porcupine Creek near Green River Lakes. The roar of the water was tremendous. If anything, Porcupine Creek looked more dangerous than it had been 2 days ago.
Weary from the long trek, SPHP dithered for 15 minutes. The courage to attempt the ford carrying both Lupe and the backpack could not be summoned. The deafening, powerful flow was too intimidating. A slip might end tragically, with dear Lupe swept away almost instantly to be pinned against debris clogging the stream immediately below the ford. SPHP would have little chance of saving her, if that happened. The thought was too terrible to bear.
The creek had to be forded somewhere, though. There was no way to bushwhack around it this time. SPHP finally led Lupe downstream through a bog, looking for a safer place to cross. After a 10 minute march, Porcupine Creek spread out evenly so the water wasn’t so deep. The creek was wide, but had a fairly long straight stretch here with no obstacles nearby downstream. The water was still moving fast. It wasn’t whitewater, though, and was only knee deep.
This was probably as good as it was going to get. SPHP stepped down into the stream. Lupe sat on the bank, lifting up her little freckled front paw to plead for help. SPHP picked her up and started across.
The bottom of Porcupine Creek was full of medium-sized rounded rocks. The rocks were slimy and slippery. SPHP had a hard time finding good footing. It was a real struggle to maintain balance against the swift current.
Two thirds of the way across, SPHP began to lose it. Fighting for control, Lupe got slung around wildly this way and that. For close to 10 seconds, the outcome remained uncertain. Then Lupe was flung unceremoniously aside as SPHP fell face first in Porcupine Creek.
SPHP was totally drenched from head to toe, but recovered quickly. Thankfully, the backpack with the camera and all the rest of the gear had stayed above water. That was all fine. But where was Lupe? SPHP immediately turned to look downstream. She wasn’t there!
Over here!
There she was! The totally soaked Dingo was already standing safely on the far shore. After her unexpected plunge into Porcupine Creek, she’d made it in a flash the rest of the way across unharmed on her own. SPHP sloshed over to her, and stepped dripping up onto the bank.
That was better than a Tilt-A-Whirl, SPHP, but you might have warned me about the grand finale! What do you call that exciting little maneuver?
Sorry about that Loop. Glad you’re OK. I think that last bit of excitement is what’s known as our final ignominious defeat on this whole failure prone trek striving to get to Squaretop Mountain.
We aren’t coming to any more fords, are we?
No, I saved the best for last. This was it, we’re done with fords. Think I’m all forded out. At least we’re across this damn creek in one piece. Come on, we still have miles to go, and the skeeters are bad.
The flashlight had to come out on the Lakeside Trail. Stars shone above, but it was plenty dark in the forest. Once back at the G6 (10:24 PM), Lupe devoured a whole can of Alpo before turning in for the night. It was nearly midnight by the time SPHP was in dry clothes, and could join her in Dingo dreamland.
Related Links:
Squaretop Mountain, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 2: Beaver Park to the Summit (7-21-18)
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