Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 78 – The Experimental Forest & Minnesota Ridge (3-9-14)

After 3 weeks of very cold weather, suddenly the forecast was for 70°F!  Lupe couldn’t have been happier.  An expedition was in the works!  Lupe ran over to Dog Heaven and got permission for her buddy, Sidney, to come along, too.  Big Sid was equally thrilled with this turn of events.  It had been nearly 3 months since the last time he’d joined Lupe on Expedition No. 72 back on her 3rd birthday in December.  This would be his 7th Black Hills expedition with her.

Before long, SPHP was parking the G6 along USFS Road No. 616 (9:36 AM, 48°F), a little N of its junction with Rochford Road.  This was in the SE part of a roughly 5 square mile area shown on the old USFS map as the “Black Hills Experimental Forest”.  What was experimental about it was never clear.  The whole area was ponderosa pine forest with a few aspens mixed in, indistinguishable from the rest of the Black Hills.

Snow was melting in the forest, as Lupe and Sidney set out on No. 616 going N.  The road was still hard snow-packed and icy.  Loop and Big Sid spent most of the time roaming the forest nearby having a blast, while SPHP trudged along the slick surface.  After 0.25 mile, a junction with USFS Road No. 660 was reached.  No 660 was clearly less traveled and looked more interesting, so Lupe and company took it.

At first, No. 660 lost elevation gradually.  It wound around near the S and then the W border of the Experimental Forest.  By the time it turned N, the road was gaining elevation steadily.  After a little while, Lupe was starting to get glimpses of views off to the SW.  However, along a fairly level section of road, she and Sidney saw something of much greater interest.  Off to the NE, something was moving in the trees!

Giant deer!  Lupe and Sidney were enthralled.  SPHP counted 17 elk for certain, and there were probably more.  It was the biggest herd of giant deers Lupe had ever seen.  The elk ran off as soon as they realized they had company, quickly disappearing from view.  So cool!

Continuing N, the road started gaining elevation again.  Lupe came to an opening in the forest with an unobstructed view to the SW.  The views were getting better.  Beyond the viewpoint, No. 660 angled NE re-entering the forest.  Lupe passed by a couple of big puddles on the NW side of the road.  The first one was an interesting yellow-orange color.

This first big meltwater puddle on the NW side of USFS Road No. 660 was an unusual yellow-orange color. Photo looks NW.

By the time Lupe passed the second puddle, she was approaching a ridge to the N.  No. 660 would soon turn E to rejoin No. 616 again, but the plan was to go NW toward Minnesota Ridge.  Shortly after passing the second puddle, Lupe, Big Sid and SPHP all left the road heading NW.  The dogs discovered a small meadow with the best view yet.

This small meadow was a little NW of where Lupe and Sidney left USFS Road No. 660. It had the best distant view yet. Photo looks WSW.

After enjoying the view from the meadow, Lupe and Big Sid continued NW, leaving the Experimental Forest.  The top of the ridge to the N was now only a little higher than where they were, so they climbed up on it.  The ridgeline was rather rocky and narrower than SPHP expected.  Lupe and Sidney followed it WSW a short distance before SPHP called a halt to check the map.

During the break, both dogs were extraordinarily helpful at reducing SPHP’s chocolate chip and oatmeal cookie burden.

Lupe and Sidney at the break point on the ridge. Here they proved most helpful at reducing SPHP’s chocolate chip and oatmeal cookie burden. Photo looks WSW.
So, SPHP, that pack looks kind of heavy. Are you quite certain there aren’t any more cookies in there I could help you with? Looking back ENE along the ridgeline. Although this ridge was fairly high, the views were nothing to write home about.

The map had shown that the S end of Minnesota Ridge was still more than a mile W.  When the cookie break was over, Lupe and Big Sid continued WSW along the rocky ridgeline.  The high rocky part soon ended, and everyone started down a slope going SW.  Lupe emerged from the forest at a big sunny open area where the forest appeared to have been clear cut.  From here, a logging trail led down to USFS Road No. 204.

Lupe and Sidney reached No. 204 at its high point at a minor pass.  They didn’t follow the road.  Instead, they crossed it heading W into forest and started climbing Minnesota Ridge.  As they gained elevation, the amount of snow and deadfall timber around increased rapidly.  Lupe expended a tremendous amount of energy leaping over deadfall and 2 foot high snowdrifts.

Eventually, a tall rock ledge appeared ahead.  Lupe, Big Sid and SPHP climbed up on it for a look around.  The former views to the S and SW were blocked by trees, but now snowy Custer Peak (6804 ft.) could be seen off to the NNW.  After admiring the view, SPHP led Lupe and Sidney NW picking a way along the ledge.

SPHP expected the ledge to slowly sink back into the easier surrounding terrain.  Instead, the ledge became even higher.  20 foot cliffs were on both sides.  Deep fissures in the rocks, combined with snow and small trees growing up in the cracks made traversing the ledge slow and tricky.  At a particularly wide crack in the rocks, Lupe and Sidney finally found a way down through a 40 foot long passage.

Looking back up the deep crack in the rocks that Lupe and Sidney used to get off the rock ledge.

Once off the rock ledge, Lupe and Sidney resumed a steady climb going NW through the forest.  Snow was everywhere now, perhaps 1.5 to 2 feet deep on average, with drifts up to 3 feet deep.  Lupe didn’t complain, but SPHP began to worry she was going to wear herself out and get cold.  Big Sid was well insulated, and being considerably larger, had far less trouble.

SPHP wondered why Lupe hadn’t reached USFS Road No. 203 yet?  If she went too far N, she would miss the road entirely.  Even though it meant losing elevation, it was time to change course and head SW to find the road.  It proved to be farther away than SPHP expected, but Lupe did come to it.  She turned N on No. 203, resuming her climb of Minnesota Ridge.

A side road heading W with a sign saying Green Gulch Loop appeared.  SPHP remembered this place.  Lupe had passed by here on a prior expedition.  At the time, Green Gulch Loop had looked like an interesting place to explore.  SPHP expected it would take Lupe up and over the ridge to the W then down into Green Gulch.

Not true, as it turned out.  The road began promisingly enough going W while gaining elevation, but before long Green Gulch Loop made a big curve back to the S.  Lupe and Sid started coming to a number of hillbilly cabins and old campers up on a relatively narrow ridge.  Signs at each property said “Private Property”, “Beware of Dog” or “No Trespassing”.  The fanciest home featured a big tattered Confederate flag flying on a tall flagpole at an exposed part of the ridge.

Lupe reached a place where it looked like the road ended.  A house and garage were practically right on Green Gulch Loop.  A sign said “Smile You’re On Camera”.  Another sign mentioned a dog.  SPHP hesitated, unsure if this was the end or not.  Although there were plenty of tire tracks in the snow, none of them were fresh.  No people or dogs were evident anywhere.  Deep valleys were to the E and W.

After a couple minutes, SPHP decided to see if Lupe and Big Sid could go around this property.  Everyone left the road skirting around to the W, away from the house and garage.  The maneuver succeeded.  Surprisingly, Green Gulch Loop did continue S beyond the home.  Lupe and Sid passed by a couple more decaying shacks along the way before they were completely beyond the strange hillbilly camp.

Green Gulch Loop stayed up high until the narrow ridge petered out.  Near the end, Lupe and Big Sid lost considerable elevation before arriving at an intersection where several USFS roads headed off in different directions.  Lupe had been here before on Expedition No. 51 nearly a year ago on 3-14-13.  Since it was time to start thinking about working back toward the G6, Lupe and Sidney took USFS Road No. 204 going E.  In about 0.75 mile, it would link up with No. 203.

By now the ice on the road was getting soft and slushy.  Wherever there wasn’t ice and slush, there was mud.  Fortunately, ice still prevailed.  Lupe and Sid were losing elevation, so it was a pleasant stroll.  The road turned NE and the intersection with No. 203 came into view ahead.  Surprisingly, another intersection was closer.  A road led S into a shallow valley with nice open ground.  A sign said this was Killoern Springs Road.  This road wasn’t shown on the USFS map, but the shallow valley looked appealing.  Lupe and Big Sid made the turn S.

After only a short distance, Killoern Springs Road turned W and climbed up out of the shallow valley.  However, SPHP recognized this place from Expedition No. 51, too.  A pole fence running E/W partially blocked the way farther S down the shallow valley, but an ATV trail could be seen continuing beyond the fence.  That was the way to go!  Lupe, Sidney and SPHP left Killoern Springs Road, went around the pole fence, and followed the ATV trail.

Lupe and Sidney had a great time in the shallow valley.  The ground was nearly level and open.  Snow was still present, but far less than had been up on Minnesota Ridge.  Both dogs ran around as they pleased.  Lupe was excited by several large birds which flew down the valley not very far above her.  A small stream appeared, a western tributary of Gimlet Creek.  Several times the ATV trail forded the stream, but the creek was so small even SPHP could leap across it.

The ATV trail forded this western tributary of Gimlet Creek several times, but the stream was so small even SPHP could simply leap over it. Photo looks SSW.
Due to the melting snow, the tiny stream had good flow.
Loopster and Sidney had a great time in the shallow valley leading to Gimlet Creek.

The shallow valley had been slowly turning SE.  After nearly a mile, it broadened out and turned directly E.  Another 0.25 mile brought Lupe to a small pond she had seen before on Expedition No. 51.  A nice bridge crossed the stream again at the dam.  Everyone went over the bridge.  Gimlet Creek could now be seen off to the E.  It flowed down another valley from the N on its way to its confluence with the tributary Lupe and Sid had been following.

Lupe, Sidney and SPHP headed E to Gimlet Creek, then turned N to explore part of this new valley, too.  Several more creek crossings were required, but it was still fairly easy to find ways across.  At the last crossing, a few boards helped SPHP get over the creek.  After going 100 yards farther, SPHP suddenly realized Lupe and Sidney weren’t here!  Where were they?  Turning around, SPHP saw them back near the last creek crossing.  Big Sid was watching Lupe.

Lupe came running toward SPHP.  She was carrying something in her mouth – a piece of deer leg!  Lupe had occasionally found pieces of deer legs and carcasses in the forest on prior expeditions, but none like this one.  This deer leg was red with blood!  Fur, a little meat, and sinewy membranes still clung to the bone.

Lupe considered this deer leg the find of a century!  She couldn’t have been happier if she had come across an ancient Egyptian tomb full of golden treasures.  To her the deer leg was a treasure!  She growled menacing warnings at Sidney whenever he got close.  Sidney had the good sense to stay away and show no interest.

Lupe was crazy for the deer leg.  She tore at it, cutting pieces of fur and sinew off using her molars like scissors.  She devoured what little meat and sinew there was, even though she wound up swallowing a lot of fur in the process.  Lupe didn’t care.  She acted like a ravenous wolf.  It all came very naturally to her.  She knew exactly what to do!

It was the find of a century! Lupe was crazy for this deer leg she found in the Gimlet Creek valley. She growled warnings at Sidney whenever he got close.

Lupe wasn’t about to abandon her deer leg, so SPHP watched while Loop did her best to consume every last morsel of meat or gristle she could tear off it.

A savage American Dingo devours a deer in the Gimlet Creek valley!

Finally, after 20 or 30 minutes, hardly anything was left of the deer leg other than fur and bone.  SPHP persuaded Lupe that it was time to press on.  She agreed with great reluctance.  Several times she ran back for her precious deer leg, picking it up and carrying it a bit farther.  At last, she finally dropped the deer leg for good.

The valley split into two valleys just ahead to the N.  Gimlet Creek flowed down from the valley that went straight N.  The other valley was dry and came down from the NE.  It was time to try to find USFS Road No. 660 in the Experimental Forest again, which couldn’t be much farther away to the E.  Lupe, Sidney and SPHP left Gimlet Creek going up the dry NE valley.

Lupe hadn’t gone very far when suddenly there was gunfire!  One shot, then another.  It was coming from the direction Lupe was headed.  The ferocious, deer-devouring Dingo vanished in an instant.  Lupe begged for SPHP’s help.  Hide me!  Hide me!  Hold me!  Protect me!  Sidney was completely unfazed.  He paid no more attention to the gunfire than he had to the rotten deer leg.

Several more gunshots rang out.  Lupe was desperate to get away.  Sadly, the Carolina Dog wasn’t far from where she and Sidney had earlier seen the herd of 17 elk.  SPHP was afraid the beautiful elk were being slaughtered.  It was a most depressing thought.

Sidney and SPHP turned SE to flee up and out of the valley, while Lupe kept begging SPHP to stop and protect her.  The valley wasn’t all that deep, but an anxious Dingo constantly leaping in the way didn’t make for a quick escape.  SPHP gave in and carried the concerned Carolina Dog partway up the hillside.

Shortly after the terrain started leveling out, Big Sid found USFS road No. 660 again.  By now a total of 5 or 6 gunshots had been heard.  SPHP put Lupe down again.  Everyone took off down No. 660 racing away to the S.  To Lupe’s enormous relief, no more gunfire was heard.  The rest of the way back to USFS Road No. 616 and the G6 was uneventful (5:06 PM, 50°F).

Lupe’s day with Big Sid in the Experimental Forest and on Minnesota Ridge was over, but her Expedition No. 78 adventures were not!  A little after midnight, SPHP woke to the sound of a Carolina Dog puking up her spaghetti dinner.  Oh, joy!  SPHP got up, cleaned up the mess, and snuggled in again with the queasy companion.

Ten minutes later, Lupe gave a repeat performance.  This time she threw up fur and grimy deer leg sinews.  Another cleanup ensued.  Lupe felt much better and slept soundly after that.  Expedition No. 78 officially ended in the morning when clean sheets and bedding were restored to the bed after a thorough cleaning in the washer and dryer.

Could there be any doubt, though, that given the chance to do it all over again Lupe would relish devouring the next deer leg she finds in the forest?  Of all the treasures Lupe has found on her many adventures, that spoiled rotten deer leg was the most wonderful, glittering prize of all!

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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 79 – The Snow Trek (3-16-14)

Exhaustion.  Near total exhaustion.  SPHP sat down right on the pavement.  Both dogs laid down nearby.  Even they were incredibly weary.  All the provisions SPHP had brought were long gone.  Stars glittered in the night sky.  The full moon shone down on a silent world.  What a gorgeous, still evening!

Everything was going to be fine.  Lupe, Big Sid and SPHP had made it to the intersection of Hwy 17 and USFS Road No. 256, a little N of Nahant in the W central Black Hills.  A few minutes rest, and Lupe and company would push on to the G6 parked less than 0.5 mile away.  After nearly 11 hours in the field, the Snow Trek ordeal would come to an end (9:05 PM, 35°F).

Of course, only the last few hours had really been an ordeal.  Most of the day had been beautiful, spent wandering the snowy forest.  It had all started this morning with a forecast high of 61°F back home.  The day had never been anywhere near that warm up here, but that forecast had gotten SPHP to thinking Lupe ought to continue her explorations of Minnesota Ridge.

Lupe had gone over to Dog Heaven, to see if the neighbor’s dog, Sidney, wanted to come with.  Yes, indeed!  Big Sid was excited!  He got permission to go.  So off in the G6 went Lupe, Big Sid and SPHP, all looking forward to a grand romp in the hills.

Arriving at the N end of Minnesota Ridge on USFS Road No. 256, it was clear that the plan for the day needed adjustment.  Snow was plowed up 3 or 4 feet deep all along the road.  The snow wasn’t that deep in the forest, but there was plenty of it there, too.  In any case, there was nowhere to park the G6.  Snow was everywhere.

SPHP drove another mile W before finding a place to park (10:12 AM, 36°F).  Everyone piled out of the G6.  Lupe was barking and leaping for joy!  Pristine white snow sparkled in the bright sunlight.  Lupe, Big Sid and SPHP headed SE through a field going up a gentle rise.  The Snow Trek was underway!

Lupe was joyful, full of energy, and looking forward to a romp in the hills when the Snow Trek began.

Beyond the little rise, the snowy field went SW down to Hwy 17.  Lupe, Sidney and SPHP followed a short segment of the road continuing SW, but left Hwy 17 shortly after it turned sharply N.  Everyone went down to the Mickelson Trail, which was nearby to the W.

Lupe was now at Nahant.  She could have followed the trail N or S, but SPHP decided to lead the way S, thinking Lupe might eventually get on USFS Road No. 259 and explore Telegraph Gulch.

Looking N along the Mickelson Trail at Nahant.

Lupe wasn’t on the Mickelson Trail very long.  She left it to climb a small slope up to USFS Road No. 259, where she and Big Sid continued S.  The road was sloppy with melting snow and mud.

Lupe and Big Sid soon left the Mickelson Trail to climb up the snowy slope on the R, which led to USFS Road No. 259. Photo looks S.
Big Sid on USFS Road No. 259. The road was a sloppy mess with mud and melting snow. The Mickelson Trail is seen on the L. Photo looks SSW.

The mucky road was icky to walk on.  Most of the time, it was best staying entirely off to one side or the other.  Lupe and Sidney passed by a dilapidated old house and barn on the W side of No. 259.  Shortly after that, the road turned W up into the forest.  No. 259 soon turned S again, and went over a small ridge.

The plan had sort of been to take No. 259 several miles S all the way through Telegraph Gulch to USFS Road No. 231.  However, after going over the small ridge, an unmarked side road went W up a beautiful little valley.  This side road wasn’t shown at all on SPHP’s old USFS map, but looked intriguing.  It certainly seemed more interesting than continuing the muddy march along No. 259.

Exploring the mysterious side road became the new plan.

Sidney leads the way up the mysterious side road into a valley W of USFS Road No. 259 S of Nahant. Photo looks WNW.

At first, it was possible to follow the side road.  Farther up the valley, the snow got progressively deeper.  It became difficult to tell where the road was, or if it was even still here at all.  Most of the time, it was easiest to stay toward the N side of the valley where there was a little S exposure and less snow.

As the snow became deeper, it was hard to tell where the road was, but Lupe and Sidney were having fun exploring this seldom visited valley. Photo looks WNW.

Lupe had the easiest time dealing with the deeper snow.  A hard crust was under a few inches of fresh powder.  The crust generally supported Lupe’s weight, so she could trot along on top, but Sidney and SPHP often broke through to the deeper stuff below.  Conditions varied, though.  Some places the crust was even strong enough to support both Sidney and SPHP.

Lupe comes dashing back over the snow. A hard crust below a few inches of fluffy powder generally supported Lupe’s weight. Big Sid and SPHP broke through the crust more frequently, and had a much harder time. Photo looks W.

After going close to a mile up the valley, it split in two.  One branch went SW, while the other went NW.  The road, if it still existed, was long lost beneath the snow.  SPHP hadn’t seen it for a while.

Lupe and Sidney had already been drifting farther and farther up the N side of the valley to avoid the deepest snow, so it was easiest to follow the NW branch of the valley.  Deadfall timber made the somewhat steeper climb here tougher for a while, but it wasn’t bad.  Less than 0.5 mile brought Lupe and Sid to a saddle on a big ridge.  (Pass 6194)

From the ridge, it was possible to see a considerable distance to the N.  Both Terry Peak (7,064 ft.) and Custer Peak (6,804 ft.) were in view miles away.  The local terrain dropped steeply to the N.  Swede Gulch had to be somewhere out there not too far away.

At the saddle, Lupe and Big Sid turned W, following the ridge higher.  The views to the N and NE steadily improved.  Meanwhile, the snow kept getting deeper.

The views to the N and NE kept improving as Lupe and Big Sid gained elevation following the ridgeline W. Custer Peak is in view in the distance to the L of this nice stand of birch trees. Photo looks NE.

On and on through the snow.  Higher and higher.  Maybe it hit 61°F back at home, but not here.  Here it was only in the low 40’s.  Finally, Lupe and Sidney were high enough to start seeing views off to the S and SW, but SPHP didn’t recognize the nearby terrain.

A small rock outcropping at a high point presented an opportunity to dust the snow off the rocks and sit down for a break.  Lupe and Sidney made short work of the Taste of the Wild supply.  SPHP had an apple while admiring the view to the S, then checked the USFS map.

It was starting to seem like a long time since losing the side road under the snow back down in the valley.  The map showed only one possible road in this area.  USFS Road No. 234 wound for miles around the W end and along the S side of Swede Gulch.  Hmmm.  With all the snow, SPHP wasn’t even certain of being able to recognize a road, even if Lupe and Sid did come to one.

Lupe and Sidney in the snow high up on the ridge shortly before reaching the break area at the rock outcropping. Photo looks W.

Break time was over.  Loop, Sidney and SPHP resumed the march W.  The ridge now flattened and broadened out tremendously.  For a while, elevation was being gained only slowly, if at all.  The snow made it tough going.  The need to find a road grew.  Each step was still taking Lupe and Sidney farther away from the G6.  It was time to think about finding a way back.

Fortunately, Lupe and Sidney did discover a road!  It continued W, gaining elevation again at a modest pace.  Either this was, or would likely feed into USFS Road No. 234 at some point along the way.  However, finding the road was not the expected solution to the difficulties with the snow.  The road was covered by an even deeper white blanket than the forest had been.  The snow was in pristine condition.  No sign anyone had been here.  The struggle continued.

Finally, after passing first a fence, and then a tree that had fallen across the road, there were tracks.  Snowmobiles had been here!  The snow was compacted enough so Lupe could usually race along right on top.  Sidney and SPHP had some luck staying up on top, too, but not always.  Each failure meant post holing down a couple of feet.

If this really was No. 234, sooner or later, the road would have to turn N.  It did turn N, several times, but each time swung back to the W again.  On and on.  Farther and farther from the G6.  The condition of the snow varied.  Sometimes even Lupe was sinking in.  Other times both Sidney and SPHP could stay on the crunchy compacted crust.  Overall, though, pressing onward was an increasingly time and energy-consuming effort.

Lupe and Sidney were in high territory.  The scenery was beautiful and remote.  The dogs still seemed to be having fun.  The snowmobile tracks often stretched on through big openings in the forest where everything was gorgeous and white.  The actual road was three feet below the level of the tracks.  Where the snow held, it was like traveling over the top of a crusty cloud.

At last, the tracks swung N and kept going that way.  Time went by.  How much farther?  A bit of a curve to the NNE.  The road passed through a dense, old forest and started to descend.  SPHP expected Lupe would arrive at Tillson Creek pretty soon.  She had been there before on a prior expedition.  SPHP was elated when the creek came into view.

Decision time.  Take the long, but certain route back to the G by staying on No. 234 to No. 206 all the way back to Hwy 17?  No. 206 wasn’t far away, and would have had enough traffic to pack the snow down hard for a good walking surface.  Or try the shortcut down along Tillson Creek through Swede Gulch to Nahant?

The sun would still be up for a couple of hours.  Lupe had followed Tillson Creek through Swede Gulch once before back on Expedition No. 58 on 5-11-13.  SPHP remembered it as an easy and beautiful route.  It was still miles long, though, and conditions were very different now.

A quick decision.  Lupe and Sidney would take the shorter route through Swede Gulch.

It wasn’t long before SPHP began to realize what Lupe and Sidney were in for.  Tillson Creek flowed merrily along with plenty of water in it.  However, the snow was even deeper down by the creek than before.  Snowdrifts 4 to 5 feet high filled the narrow valley, often burying the small creek beneath them.

To make any progress, Lupe and Sidney had to stay up in the forest on the N side of the valley where the snow wasn’t quite as deep.  The forest was a mess.  Pine bark beetles had killed many trees since Lupe had last been here.  A slow, difficult struggle through snow and deadfall timber ensued.  Energy drained away.  Time flew by.  The distance traversed was pitiful.

Suddenly SPHP realized Lupe was coming to open ground ahead.  Tillson Creek flowed into a broad, gentle valley of pasture lands intersecting from the NNW.  Maybe this was the start of Swede Gulch?  SPHP had forgotten about this place, but was very glad to see it.  Lupe and Sidney made it past the last big snowbank.  A snow-free trail led SE!

We’re saved!  Even Lupe and Big Sid were visibly encouraged.

By the time Lupe reached the open ground here in the intersecting broad valley, the sun was getting low. Lupe still had miles to go down Swede Gulch. Photo looks W in the direction she had been coming from.
Sidney stands at the start of the snow-free trail in upper end of Swede Gulch. Rapid progress could finally be made, but it wouldn’t last long. Photo looks SE.

For a little while, Lupe and Sidney made fast progress along the muddy trail, but SPHP’s announcement was premature.  The gravel road leading to Nahant from Swede Gulch was still miles away.  The valley soon narrowed again.  Swede Gulch became a twisting, turning canyon.  SPHP expected to see the W fork of Tillson Creek coming in from a narrow side canyon, but never did.

Deep snow returned.  Occasionally there were short snow-free stretches of trail, but for the most part, the endless struggle through snow and deadfall timber on the forested N slope of the canyon resumed.  We’re doomed! or We’re saved! became the cry around every bend depending on the scene ahead.

Doomed!  For real.  At a sharp bend, the narrow canyon ahead was completely choked with dense forest and deadfall.  Huge mounds of snow among the trees blocked any reasonable way forward.  Advance was impossible, thought of retreat unbearable.  In desperation, Lupe began to climb the steep canyon wall.  With no other choice, Big Sid and SPHP tried to follow.

The American Dingo reached the top of a high, thin rock wall.  She’d made it!  Big Sid and SPHP managed to get there, too.  This was it!  Lupe had found a shortcut bypassing the worst part of the canyon!  On the other side of the rock wall was a way down again.  Back down to the canyon.  The situation was better here.  It was possible to continue downstream.

The sun was long down, and twilight fading, by the time the canyon seemed to widen out a bit.  The going became a little easier.  It became possible to spend more time on the trail, and less fighting the deadfall on the wretched N slope.  SPHP kept expecting to see the gravel road to Nahant around every bend, but it did not appear.

Then it did appear!  No, it wasn’t true.  The road proved to be an illusion in the growing darkness.  No choice.  Puppies, ho!  Onward, as rapidly as possible!

Finally, finally, the road appeared again some distance ahead.  This time SPHP was almost certain of it.  Stopping to peer through the darkness, what was that?  A strange, muffled sound.  Listen!  Where was it coming from?  Below!  It took a moment to realize that the sound was Tillson Creek.  The creek was underfoot, buried beneath snow and ice.  Lupe, Big Sid and SPHP were all standing on it!

At least it made for an easy creek crossing.  Lupe, Big Sid and SPHP made it to the road.  This was it!  The real deal and not an illusion.  Stars shone above, but the expedition was saved once again.  Lupe and Sidney left Tillson Creek behind.  Soon the last of Swede Gulch would be left behind, too.  Following the level road for a mile E back to Nahant would be easy.

Hah, fools!  Around a bit of a bend, to everyone’s dismay, a 5 foot high snowdrift covered the entire roadbed as far as it was possible to see.  On both sides, forested slopes dropped steeply N toward the lower end of Swede Gulch where Tillson Creek could still be heard rippling away.

This snow was soft.  It wouldn’t even support Lupe.  Half a mile of post holing lay ahead.  No alternative.  Sidney, especially, struggled mightily.  Tough, very tough.  And cold.

At last it was over.  The rest of the way was easy, except for pervading weariness and cramping muscles.  An exhausted final march E to Nahant, and then N to the intersection of Hwy 17 and USFS Road No. 256.

A snow and mud-free spot!  SPHP collapsed on the pavement to recover.  Lupe and Sidney laid down nearby for the same purpose.  What a day!  Stars twinkled above.  The full moon shone down.  Silence.  The eternal blackness of space and time.  Still a little farther to go, but what a glorious moment!  What a glorious night!

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