2-10-23, mid-afternoon at home – Lupe was going berserk! Despite being delayed due to a super icy hill, Cousin Laddie, Aunt Andrea, and Uncle Joe were here from Colorado! Wild with joy, the Carolina Dog greeted them all to Hotel Lupe with enormous enthusiasm. Chocolate bars were on their pillows, and SPHP was cooking tonight!
In the evening, even Grandma came over for the feast. Cousin Laddie was hoping for SPHP’s “Sheltie delight” spaghetti, but got chili instead. Once it cooled off enough, Laddie decided the chili wasn’t bad, either, stuffing himself with 2 big bowls of it. Not to be outdone, Lupe had 3.
2-11-23, 10:27 AM, 44ºF, junction of USFS Roads No. 144 & No. 144.1A – As Lupe hoped and expected, Cousin Laddie’s arrival meant adventures in the Black Hills were in store! SPHP had selected Peak5321 near Nemo as a good objective to start with.
Seemed like a perfect choice! USFS Road No. 144.1A went nearly all the way to the top with less than 300 feet of elevation gain, passing scenic Ash Point just before getting there. Another great viewpoint was a short distance beyond the summit, too, if everyone felt a bit more ambitious.
However, there was a lot more snow than SPHP anticipated at the start of USFS Road No. 144.1A. So much snow that Uncle Joe was wishing he’d brought snowshoes!
At the start of USFS Road No. 144.1A. Photo looks S.
Well, this was a N slope. SPHP promoted the notion that once the road got up to where it enjoyed a more S-facing exposure, the snow wouldn’t be nearly so deep. There might not even be any snow at all. Uncle Joe was willing to play along with that idea, at least for a little way.
After passing a barricade near the start, No. 144.1A angled SE. The snow made what should have been an easy, gradual ascent quite a workout. Cousin Laddie with his short Sheltie legs had the hardest time of it, but didn’t complain at all, bounding through chest deep snow like a trooper, trying to keep up with Uncle Joe.
By the barricade near the start. Photo looks SSE.The snowy initial climb. Photo looks SE.
After gaining 100 feet of elevation, the road curved SW and started to level out in a sunnier region. As expected, there was less snow here.
Joe and Laddie lead the way on a still mostly snowy road. Photo looks WSW.
Before long, No. 144.1A curved SE again. With the snow just as deep as it was earlier, SPHP had to concede that maybe Peak 5321 wasn’t actually such a great idea today. A new plan was hatched. If it was too snowy in the hills, maybe Joe and Laddie would be interested in a prairie hike at much lower elevations?
Joe and Lupe as far as the snow trek went, a little over 0.4 mile in. Photo looks SE.
When SPHP suggested taking Centennial Trail No. 89 N from Fort Meade, Joe was all for it. He liked the Fort Meade area, in fact, Joe and Cousin Dusty had often been with Loopster on Centennial Trail No. 89 N of the Alkali Creek trailhead, just S of Fort Meade. Joe called that section of the trail the “Ponderosa hike”, and it had always been one of their favorites in the entire Black Hills region.
With this new plan in mind, everyone headed back to the RAV4.
Returning to the RAV4 on a still too wintery USFS Road No. 144.1A. Photo looks NW.
2-11-23, 11:54 AM, 52ºF, Centennial Trail No. 89, Fort Meade trailhead – Oh, yeah! Much better! Cousin Laddie was going to have an easier time of it here. Some snow around, but not much, and only in a few spots.
At the Fort Meade trailhead. Photo looks NW.
After crossing Hwy 34/79 just W of Fort Meade, everyone went through a gate N of the highway, then continued N through a field of tall, dry grass toward oaks and cottonwoods over by Bear Butte Creek.
About to head through the gate after crossing Hwy 34/79. Photo looks N.Reaching the trees near Bear Butte Creek. Photo looks NE.
A surprise was waiting at Bear Butte Creek. The bridge that used to be here was gone! No sign of it! Fortunately, the creek was running low. Joe wandered W along the near bank, looking for a place to cross. He found a suitable spot 200 feet upstream.
Meanwhile, Cousin Laddie had ventured into Bear Butte Creek. Finding it deeper than he expected, Laddie tried to get out, but each time he leapt up onto a shelf of ice along the edge of the stream, a big chunk would collapse beneath him, plunging the Sheltie right back into the water.
Laddie kept trying, though, finally managing to escape. Laddie, Lupe, and SPHP all headed for the area where Uncle Joe had made it across, and had success, too.
Joe already up on the N bank, waiting for Laddie. Photo looks NW.Bear Butte Creek. Photo looks WNW.
After crossing Bear Butte Creek and finding the trail again, it headed NE across a huge field. A long ridge more than 150 feet high was just to the N. The top of Bear Butte(4,422 ft.) was visible beyond it.
Entering the field. Bear Butte (R). Photo looks NE.
The trail went NE all the way to a fence line where it turned N. Warning whistles revealed the presence of a small prairie dog town near the base of the ridge. All excited, the American Dingo dashed off to stick her nose down some prairie dog holes and enjoy some serious sniffing.
Either Shelties don’t give a fig about prairie dogs, or Laddie didn’t hear them due to his partial deafness. In any case, he displayed absolutely no interest, preferring to follow Uncle Joe up the 2 track dirt road the trail now followed up the ridge. When SPHP went that way, too, Lupe quickly abandoned her prairie dog investigations.
Beyond the prairie dog village, starting up the ridge. Photo looks NE.
After getting up the first rise, the dirt road flattened out. The top of the ridge was still somewhat higher. A second minor push required to get to the upper plateau didn’t take long. Once on top, a lone boulder was seen resting 30 feet E of the road near the S rim.
The boulder looked like a good spot to take a break. A couple of ponds were in sight a mile E, and Bear Butte was in view again, too. Sitting on the grass, SPHP let Laddie and Lupe split a chocolate coconut bar, and gave them as much Taste of the Wild as they wanted. Joe and SPHP each had a Kirkland bar that Joe provided, plus an apple.
On the big grassy bench below the top of the ridge. Photo looks NW.Relaxing near the lone boulder. Bear Butte (R). Photo looks NNE.The ponds (Center) from the boulder near the S edge of the ridge. Photo looks E.The view back toward Fort Meade and Bear Butte Creek. Photo looks S.
After the pleasant rest break, following the dirt road just a little farther N led to an intersection. Centennial Trail No. 89 turned NE (R) here in the general direction of Bear Butte, remaining on top of the broad ridge.
This flat stroll was about as easy as it gets, and views of the surrounding prairie were terrific. Conditions were fabulous for February, mid 50’s ºF, with scarcely a breeze. Joe and SPHP chatted about what a great place to camp this ridge would be on a starry night.
The western South Dakota prairie. Photo looks NNW.
Laddie and Lupe didn’t find all that much to sniff up here other than an empty water trough in a wooden fence, but still seemed to be enjoying themselves.
By the dry water trough. Bear Butte (L). Photo looks NE.
After going NE for more than a mile, the road curved E toward a gap in the ridge. Before heading down into the gap, a few moments were taken to appreciate the view of Bear Butte from up here. Bear Butte Lake was just coming into sight at the base of the mountain.
A long, long time ago, Cousin Dusty had been up here with Lupe. It was sad to think that Cousin Dusty was gone now, but, of course, nice to have Cousin Laddie’s company.
Laddie and Lupe together before descending into the gap. Photo looks NE.Bear Butte Lake at the base of Bear Butte with help from the telephoto lens.
Descending into the gap, Uncle Joe scanned the ground for artifacts as he turned N, venturing farther down into the prairie.
Below the ridge after going through the gap. Photo looks NW.Joe and Laddie head farther out into the prairie. Photo looks NW.
Bear Butte’s summit is the N end of 111 mile long Centennial Trail No. 89, but Laddie and Lupe weren’t going that far today. Now 2.5 miles from the Fort Meade trailhead, Uncle Joe was ready to turn back.
About ready to head back up onto the ridge. Photo looks S.Cousin Laddie at trail’s end for the day.Bear Butte from the turnaround point. Photo looks NE.
The return was beautiful, half of it way up on the ridge with the big prairie views, this time heading toward the Black Hills.
Joe and Laddie returning to the ridge. Photo looks SSE.Heading for the Black Hills. Photo looks SW.
2-11-23, 3:00 PM, Fort Meade trailhead – Nearly the entire return route was identical, except near the very end. By going farther W through the huge field and a picnic ground, a lovely bridge over Bear Butte Creek had been discovered along a bike path. Happily, Laddie hadn’t had to brave the icy waters a second time.
Later on in the evening, Cousin Laddie had another reason to celebrate. Joe and Andrea brought Grandma over to Hotel Lupe again, and SPHP didn’t disappoint. Tonight’s chef’s special was “Sheltie delight” spaghetti, a Laddie favorite even American Dingoes were partial to.
Cousin Laddie on Centennial Trail No. 89 between Fort Meade & Bear Butte 2-11-23
9-21-22, 8:00 PM – Shrill barking told the tale. They were here! Lupe was ecstatic, racing out the door to greet Uncle Joe, Aunt Andrea, and Cousin Laddie as soon as SPHP opened it. Sadly, no Cousin Dusty ever again, but the Carolina Dog put on as enthusiastic a display as possible for those who had arrived. Good times were sure to follow!
But what had happened to Cousin Laddie? He looked strikingly different from the last time Lupe had seen him back in April. Laddie’s luxurious long coat was gone! Joe and Andrea explained that they’d had most of it shaved off to help Laddie stay cool this summer. His coat was returning, but still had a considerable amount of growing out to do. As Uncle Joe maintained, in the meantime, Laddie was part fuzzy caterpillar.
9-22-22 – It was already early afternoon by the time Uncle Joe parked the RAV4 at the high point of Boulder Hill Road on this unseasonably cool, gray day with low clouds spitting a few raindrops now and then. Despite the weather, everyone was in good spirits on the way up the access road to the base of the mountain.
Boulder Hill(5,331 ft.) was a short, easy trek, offering plenty of scenic bang for relatively little effort. At least, that was the general consensus among Lupe, Joe and SPHP. Laddie had no expectations, having never been to Boulder Hill before. All went well until the access road ended at the base of the rocky ridge atop the mountain. Partway up the single track trail that wound up to the summit, there was a spot requiring a pretty good jump for Laddie’s short legs.
Seeing that Laddie might have a problem with the jump, SPHP offered encouragement. Laddie gave it one half-hearted effort, failed miserably, and promptly started back down the mountain. SPHP would have given Laddie the boost required to get past the trouble spot, but having once been latched onto and shaken like a rag doll by another dog, Laddie was extraordinarily fearful and opposed to ever being picked up.
Farther up the trail, Lupe watched and waited as Uncle Joe called Laddie and shouted encouragement. SPHP demonstrated how easy it actually was to get up past the trouble spot, leaving Laddie alone below. Laddie responded to Joe a couple of times, but turned around and went back down again each time he reached the trouble spot.
Well, this would never do! If Cousin Laddie hoped to be a peakbagging Sheltie in the Black Hills, he’d have to develop a little more spirit and gumption. Joe finally went down to Laddie, attached a leash, and with a gentle tug got him past the trouble spot. Only took a second or two. With Joe by his side, Laddie demonstrated more confidence.
Uncle Joe proclaimed Laddie “a weird and needy little dog”, but Laddie did manage to make it the rest of the way up under his own power.
Laddie practicing some light scrambling on the way up Boulder Hill with Joe by his side.Loopster reaches the familiar summit. This was her 8th Boulder Hill ascent.Joe and Laddie on Boulder Hill.
Ordinarily, a nice, long break would have been taken up on Boulder Hill to enjoy the magnificent views so easily obtained. However, the summit was much windier than it had been on the way up, and the cold breeze seemed to be gaining strength with every passing moment.
Furthermore, although Silver Mountain(5,405 ft.) was in sight less than 1.25 mile SSW, most higher peaks were in the clouds.
Joe and Lupe together on Boulder Hill while Cousin Fuzzy Caterpillar has a sniff around. Silver Mountain (R). Photo looks SSW.
10 minutes up top were about it before a general retreat was decided upon. The descent went fine. Laddie was somewhat bolder, having so recently gone this way before.
Approaching the RAV4, a change was evident. A pickup truck with a trailer was now parked nearby. Of even more interest, a horse was tied to the trailer. Despite how much bigger the horse was, Laddie felt plenty bold now. Unafraid, he rushed at the enormous equine, barking.
Unable to run away, the horse did nothing, but seemed nervous. Not a good situation! Uncle Joe sprang into action, running over to re-attach Laddie’s leash, then dragging Cousin Watch-Me-Get-Kicked-in-the-Head away from the confrontation.
Uncle Joe staves off disaster.
No harm done! The Boulder Hill jaunt having taken minimal time, there was still opportunity to do a little more this afternoon. Driving down to the official Boulder Hill trailhead less than a mile farther N, the plan was to explore part of Loop B of Flume Trail No. 50.
Going clockwise around the loop, everyone made it to a slimy gray-green pond on a tiny tributary of Bitter Creek.
By the slimy pond.
A few cows were standing in the muck, so Joe restrained Laddie again. Going only a little farther before turning back, the cows moved away as Lupe and Laddie approached a second time. Halfway back to the RAV4, a whole herd appeared moving through the forest from out of the SW.
Turned out a cowboy was rounding the cows up. He was riding a horse that looked strangely familiar. On his best behavior, Laddie watched the cows cross the trail, maintaining both a respectful silence and distance until they were gone.
Not a particularly long or strenuous outing, but it had nevertheless been a successful day. Laddie was learning the ropes! He was both surprised, and evidently quite pleased, when he was ultimately rewarded with a big bowl of the spaghetti SPHP made for dinner.
9-23-22 – A much nicer day! Only partly cloudy, and considerably warmer. Still a rather leisurely start as everyone piled out of the RAV4 at Legion Lake shortly before 11:00 AM. A jaunt along Centennial Trail No. 89 was the intended order of the day.
Since the Centennial Trail’s Badger Hole trailhead was a 0.25 mile SE of Legion Lake down the Galena Creek valley, Lupe and Laddie started out following another trail circling the lake’s W and S shores to get to where the creek leaves the E end of the lake. This was the long way around, but in the process, they got to cross the dam along the W shore, and had an opportunity to do a short quick scramble up to a viewpoint provided by a large rock formation overlooking the lake’s S shore.
After yesterday’s Boulder Hill experience, Laddie had no problem with this scramble, although he wasn’t cooperative as far as posing for SPHP up at the viewpoint. Loopster filled in for him, since she loves posing!
Crossing the Legion Lake dam. Photo looks SE.Joe and Lupe up on the rocky viewpoint that was just N of the trail. Newly confident scrambler Laddie’s already somewhere up there, too. Photo looks NE.Looking WNW back toward the dam.A wider view of Legion Lake. Photo looks NW.
The trek down the Galena Creek valley was a mere road hike. Upon reaching the Badger Hole trailhead, a single track spur went SW up a shallow, forested valley to the main Centennial Trail No. 89 N/S route.
About to leave the Badger Hole trailhead. Photo looks SSW.
At the intersection, Lupe and Laddie turned L, taking the route S. The trail steepened somewhat as it continued SW up the valley. Still forested at first, a more open region of tall grass was soon reached. The lower NE slopes of Mount Coolidge(6,023 ft.) were now in sight directly ahead.
Centennial Trail No. 89. Lower NE slopes of Mount Coolidge ahead. Photo looks SW.
Continuing toward Mount Coolidge, the trail began curving S, becoming rocky and quite a bit steeper before leveling out at Pass 5180. Heading ESE from here, the trail was flat for a little way. This elevated stretch was more scenic, offering views of nearby rock formations, plus a great look at Peak5440 off to the NE.
At Pass 5180. Peak 5440 (Center). Photo looks NE.
After passing some smaller rock formations offering viewpoints, the trail turned S, heading steeply down into the next valley. This descent was eroded and quite rocky. When reached, the broad valley floor was a mix of meadow and open forest. The trail turned E here, paralleling a tiny tributary of Galena Creek that was completely dry.
In the next valley to the S. Photo looks W.
The valley was flat, a nearly effortless trek on a pleasantly warm, sunny day. After going E for a while, Centennial Trail No. 89 curved SW prior to looping most of the way around a small hill. Uncle Joe was starting to think this was about far enough.
Before turning back, a break was taken on the little hill. Joe shared some beef jerky, a treat eagerly accepted by one and all. Apples, water, and a chocolate coconut bar SPHP offered to Lupe and Laddie were also a hit.
Break time up on the little hill before turning back.
During the return, a few minutes were spent exploring some of the smaller rock formations in the Pass 5180 region. Several towers on Mount Coolidge were visible from here.
Mount Coolidge (Center) from Pass 5180. Photo looks WSW.
In all the times Joe and Dusty had been to the Black Hills, they’d never been to Mount Coolidge(6,023 ft.). A newcomer in just the past year, Cousin Laddie had never been there, either. Once back at Legion Lake, SPHP suggested making the drive to the fire lookout tower. Joe agreed.
The winding gravel road to the summit was much busier than SPHP ever dreamed it would be. Arriving at the parking lot on top, a small crowd was streaming to and from the lookout’s viewing deck. Although it had been a nice, sunny day down at Legion Lake and along Centennial Trail No. 89, a 40 mph wind was roaring out of NW up here.
By Black Hills standards, Mount Coolidge offers some pretty impressive panoramic views. With the unexpected gale creating such an ominous, eerie moan among the various towers, Mount Coolidge seemed like a much more formidable and higher peak than it really was. Joe decided Cousin Laddie ought to stay in the RAV4 rather than risk being blown right off the mountain.
Lupe wasn’t worried by the wind. She didn’t want to miss out! Crazy Horse, Sylvan Peak(7,000 ft.), Black Elk Peak(7,231 ft.), and many other notable high points were in sight, along with a vast expanse of western South Dakota plains beyond the Black Hills.
Mount Coolidge lookout tower. Photo looks SSW.Joe up on the viewing deck. Black Elk Peak (L) on the horizon. Photo looks N.Sylvan Peak (Center) and Little Devils Tower (far R) in the distance. Photo looks NW.
Up in the roaring wind, Mount Coolidge made quite an impression on Joe. He’d never really experienced the Black Hills quite like this. Even SPHP was surprised. Cousin Laddie had completely missed out on the highlight of the day!
Laddie begged to differ, though, after SPHP later offered him a big bowl of sloppy joe meat for dinner. Unsure of it at first, after just a couple of bites, Laddie was a believer, requesting and receiving a second helping!
9-24-22, 10:42 AM – Joe parked the RAV4 at the Lakota Lake picnic ground, then sauntered over to the little lake for a look. A light breeze rippled the surface of this glorified pond beneath a thinly overcast sky. Big rock formations were visible over on the far shore near the dam.
The Lakota Lake picnic ground off Iron Mountain Road. Photo looks NW.Lakota Lake. Photo looks E.
Like Legion Lake yesterday, Lakota Lake was merely a starting point, not the focus of today’s outing. The main event was going to be a trek up Iron Creek Trail No. 15. To get to the trailhead, everyone set off heading SW along the picnic ground access road, which overlooked a skinny arm of Lakota Lake that extended nearly all the way back to Iron Mountain Road. Crossing the highway, the trailhead was found on the other side.
Loop at the start of Iron Creek Trail No. 15. Photo looks SW.
Although Iron Creek Trail No. 15 was only going to wind gradually up the Iron Creek valley, a bit of Black Hills adventure dog training was in store for Cousin Laddie. The trail would cross Iron Creek 11 times over just a couple of miles.
Reaching the first crossing immediately beyond the trailhead, Laddie was uncertain what to do. Iron Creek had some flow, but was running low this time of year. With encouragement from Joe, Laddie managed to ford the stream, while Joe rock-hopped it with ease. Having been here before, Lupe and SPHP crossed on a narrow plank bridge.
Past the equinox, it was officially early autumn now. The leaves on the trees were just beginning to turn. As the trail wound its way W up the Iron Creek valley, there were some pretty spots. Laddie forded a couple more creek crossings before attempting to use the plank bridges. Soon he was crossing them with confidence.
Early autumn along Iron Creek Trail No. 15.Taking advantage of one of the plank bridges over Iron Creek.
Towering rock formations were soon visible way up on the S side of the valley. They were part of the E end of Woodpecker Ridge(5,680 ft.). Lupe had been up there once upon a time. Horrid deadfall was what SPHP remembered, but there had been some worthwhile views, too.
Part of Woodpecker Ridge (Center). Photo looks SE.
All seemed to be going perfectly well, when Joe suddenly announced deep concern over the amount of poison ivy along the trail. He was soon pronouncing the poison ivy collection along Iron Creek Trail No. 15 the most extensive he’d ever seen. Knowing he was quite susceptible to it, having suffered through poison ivy infections before, Joe seemed on the verge of wanting to beat a hasty retreat.
Fortunately, Joe stuck with it. Continuing on, the worst of the poison ivy was left behind.
On a late September weekend, Iron Creek Trail No. 15 was surprisingly busy. Quite a few other canines were out exploring with their humans. Two in particular had some rather Old West names. Lupe and Laddie got to meet an Australian Shepherd named One-Eyed Jack, and a Husky named Outlaw. Jack actually had 2 eyes.
Farther upstream, the bridges got better. Instead of mere planks, several were regular footbridges with railings. The upper end of the Iron Creek trail wasn’t much farther. Rather than a complete dead end, the trail led to a gravel road. Continuing a little farther, this road went past the Iron Creek Summer Home Group, a collection of classic, rustic cabins.
One with a sign saying “Minnelusa” looked particularly sweet.
The Minnelusa cabin. Iron Creek flows right behind it.
0.75 mile from Iron Creek Trail No. 15, Iron Mountain Trail No. 16 would leave this same road, eventually intersecting a spur of Centennial Trail No. 89 leading to the Iron Mountain picnic ground. A bushwhack clear to the top of Iron Mountain(5,445 ft.) itself is possible from there.
Eh. More than Uncle Joe wanted to take on. Shortly before reaching Trail No. 16, it was time to turn back to rerun the poison ivy gauntlet.
Heading back to Lakota Lake. Part of Woodpecker Ridge (R). Photo looks SE.
Cousin Laddie got to visit Iron Mountain, anyway. On the way back to Hotel Lupe, Iron Mountain Road went practically right over the top of it. A quick stop to enjoy a terrific view of both Black Elk Peak(7,231 ft.) and Mount Rushmore(5,725 ft.) was the highlight of the day.
Black Elk Peak (L) and Mount Rushmore (R) from Iron Mountain. Photo looks WNW.
Well, except for Cousin Laddie, who was anxiously looking forward to a heaping helping of SPHP’s spaghetti or sloppy joes this evening. SPHP didn’t disappoint. Laddie got 2 big bowls of spaghetti.
9-25-22 – Cousin Laddie had one more day in the Black Hills, but Uncle Joe wasn’t going to be available. He and Andrea were taking Grandma down to Mush and David’s 40 acre ranch in the southern hills for a visit. Mush and David’s dog, Chewy, was easily bigger than both Lupe and Laddie put together, much stronger, younger, and very territorial.
To prevent any possible tragic outcomes, SPHP stayed home with Laddie and Lupe. After 3 days running of adventures in the hills, that was fine with both of them. So, a leisurely day was spent at Hotel Lupe. Sloppy joes were once again served for dinner, much to Laddie’s delight.
9-26-22 – Sadly, it was time. Bright and early, Uncle Joe, Aunt Andrea, and Cousin Laddie hit the road home to Colorado. Laddie’s Black Hills adventure training had gone just fine, and the cuisine at Hotel Lupe had apparently been among the best he’d ever experienced. His Black Hills visit had been a big success.
Sure was fun, SPHP! Hope they’ll be back again sometime soon!
Indeed it was, Looper! Realistically, though, I doubt they’ll be back until sometime next spring.
Oh, that’s too bad! Makes me wonder, though.
Wonder about what, Loop?
Any spaghetti or sloppy joes left?
Hah! Fat chance! Not when Cousin Fuzzy Caterpillar has been around. About time you got back on your Taste of the Wild diet, anyway.
Well, shucks! Now I really am sad that they’ve left.
I thought you liked Taste of the Wild, Loop?
Oh, I do! But it isn’t spaghetti or sloppy joes!
On Iron Mountain with Black Hills adventure Sheltie Laddie, and Uncle Joe, 9-24-22
11:30 AM, start of USFS Road No. 203 off Rochford Road – What? Totally unexpected! A crew was doing some kind of maintenance work on USFS Road No. 203, the very road SPHP had chosen for today’s expedition in light of Cousin Dusty’s need for a relatively easy experience.
At the start of USFS Road No. 203 with unexpected road work ahead. Photo looks NW.
Fortunately, the maintenance work wasn’t a big deal. Merely a culvert being replaced. After waiting just a couple of minutes, the friendly two man crew waved Lupe and the pack by without further delay. No. 203 soon curved around a hillside, blotting out the sound of the machinery busily digging a trench for the new culvert.
Only two days ago, it had felt like winter up at frozen Sylvan Lake, all cold and gray with snow on the ground. Springtime today, though! Sunny and comfortably warm with a clear blue sky overhead.
Around the bend beyond the road work. Photo looks NE.
The plan was to escort Uncle Joe, and Cousins Dusty and Laddie up the scenic, gentle Gimlet Creek valley. It was a perfect choice, since Dusty was now nearly 16 years old. The objective, to the extent there was one, and provided Dusty could manage it, was to visit Gimlet Pond 2.5 miles up the valley.
Cousin Dusty has always enjoyed water, and soon availed herself of an opportunity to cool off in Gimlet Creek.
Dusty in Gimlet Creek.
No. 203 proceeded NNW up the valley with little variation in course. Elevation gain was slow, but steady.
Heading up the Gimlet Creek valley. Photo looks N.Lupe with Cousins Laddie (Center) and Dusty (R).Looking back down the valley. Photo looks S.
The valley eventually widened out. When a single track trail closer to the creek appeared, everyone abandoned the road for a while to march through a field.
The day was getting warmer. Dusty and Lupe started taking frequent dips in Gimlet Creek. Laddie drank a little water, but preferred not to get his fancy, long thick coat wet.
Abandoning the road to take the trail through the field. Photo looks N.Dusty helps herself to a drink. Photo looks N.Laddie, Lupe and Joe on the trail. Photo looks SSW.Lupe takes a turn in the creek while landlubber Laddie strolls by. Photo looks WSW.
Near the N end of the field, Gimlet Creek flowed right over USFS Road No. 203. The road climbed more steeply from here, soon passing a small rise on the L (W). Briefly leaving the road, everyone went up onto the rise, which provided a great view back down the valley.
Getting close to where Gimlet Creek flows over USFS Road No. 203. Photo looks N.Laddie and Dusty at the shallow ford. Photo looks S.Looking back down the valley from the rise. Photo looks S.
Although Dusty still seemed to be doing fine, Joe was beginning to think that maybe this was far enough. However, Lupe had explored this valley on at least a couple of different occasions. It had been years since she’d last been here, but SPHP was almost certain Gimlet Pond wasn’t all that much farther now.
In that case, Joe was fine with letting Dusty continue. Beyond the rise, now on the W side of the valley, the road flattened out entirely. Several deer had been seen in the big field, but many were now visible racing across the N end of the valley ahead, close to where Gimlet Pond should be. More and more deer kept appearing until nearly 100 of them must have dashed by.
Joe pointing toward deer in the distance. Photo looks NNW.
As expected, it didn’t take much longer to reach Gimlet Pond, yet not a deer was in sight by the time Lupe got there. The lovely pond was just as she remembered it. Cousin Dusty went wading almost right away.
Arriving at Gimlet Pond. Photo looks NW.Joe and Laddie on the bridge over the outlet. Photo looks NNW.Dusty wading in Gimlet Pond. Photo looks SW.
Everyone except Dusty crossed the bridge over the outlet to get a look at Gimlet Pond from along the N shore. Dusty merely waded through the pond. Loopster soon decided she might as well go wading, too. As usual, Laddie showed no interest in getting wet.
12:42 PM – About time to let Dusty rest for a while, so a break was taken on a small hill overlooking Gimlet Pond from the S. Looking down the Gimlet Creek valley, Black Elk Peak(7,231 ft.) was visible far to the SSE.
Sitting in the shade of the pines, Joe and SPHP had Kind bars and apples while the dogs shared a couple of chocolate coconut bars. Lupe also had some Taste of the Wild, which Cousin Dusty shared in, too.
Black Elk Peak (L of Center) on the far horizon. Photo looks SSE.Dusty, Laddie, and Joe relaxing on the hill. Photo looks NNE.Gimlet Pond from the hill. Photo looks NE.
Oh, it was great to be here at Gimlet Pond on a lovely spring day! Lupe and SPHP were happy that Cousin Dusty had made it in good shape.
Toward the end of the rest break, Uncle Joe took an interest in the field W of the hill. Looked like it might be a good place to look for signs of old Native American encampments, so the whole pack went down there to have a sniff around.
Searching for artifacts. Photo looks SW.
Joe found nothing in the field. Further investigation down by the creek yielded the same result, but it was fun to look.
Joe and Dusty down by the creek. Photo looks E.Wandering upstream. Photo looks WNW.
Well, soon time to head back. Happily, still another 2.5 miles of fun in the Black Hills along Gimlet Creek to go. Better savor every moment! Tomorrow, Joe, Andrea, Dusty and Laddie would return to Colorado.
About ready to head back. Photo looks E from just downstream of Gimlet Pond.Leaving the Gimlet Pond region on USFS Road No. 203. Photo looks S.
Cousin Dusty was a veteran of many Black Hills expeditions with Lupe. On the way back, it was sad to think that at nearly 16, this might be her last one. Dusty had done great! Clearly, she was still enjoying herself. Cousin Dusty always did love the Black Hills where she was free to roam without a leash, a rare treat in crowded Colorado.
Faithful Dusty following Joe while Laddie and Lupe lag behind. Photo looks SSE.
By the time it was all over and done with, Dusty had gone more than 5 miles. Sylvan Lake, the Custer State Park buffalo hunt, and now Gimlet Pond! Lupe and SPHP were so glad that Joe, Dusty, and Laddie had come to visit, and especially hoped that Cousin Dusty would make it back to the beautiful Black Hills again some day.
Gimlet Creek valley, not too far from the end, Black Hills of South Dakota 4-18-22
