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AB Mountain – Lupe Joins the Arctic Sisterhood! Skagway, Alaska (8-7-17)

Day 8 of Lupe’s 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska!

Loopster was right!  When Monday morning arrived, Skagway bore no resemblance to the virtual ghost town it had been at dusk on Sunday night.  It was still early.  Skagway wasn’t terribly busy yet, but you could just feel that the whole town would soon be teeming with activity.  Before that happened, Lupe and SPHP took a walk down to the Skagway Sea Terminal for a look around.

Loop at at small park on the way to the Skagway Sea Terminal.
This old engine used take trains from Skagway over White Pass to Carcross and Whitehorse in the Yukon.
Skagway is located on the Taiya Inlet of the Lynn Canal, an arm of the North Pacific Ocean. Photo looks SW.

Three big cruise ships were in port, plus a yacht named Playpen and a number of smaller boats tucked away in a separate little cove.

Lupe at the Taiya Inlet. Cruise ship Explorer of the Seas is on the L. Photo looks SSW.
Radiance of the Seas, one of three large cruise ships in port. The almost identical Explorer of the Seas is docked right behind it.
The yacht Playpen and the 3rd big cruise ship.
Lots of smaller boats were tucked safely away in this separate cove. Photo looks NE.

Seeing the ocean and the beautiful mountains along the Taiya Inlet was fun.  However, Lupe had already figured out that just like yesterday’s bush pilot flight-seeing tour to Virginia Falls leaving from Muncho Lake, SPHP would announce that taking a cruise on one of these luxurious cruise ships wasn’t in the budget, either.

That was OK.  American Dingoes are flexible.  They’re open to all sorts of ideas.  Lupe had seen another less expensive entertainment possibility on the walk through town.  Maybe SPHP could be talked into this one?

SPHP, look at how good I’m being, and how pretty I am next to all these beautiful flowers! You’ll take me out to the Red Onion, won’t you, please? It’s right across the street, just follow me!
Lupe had hopes for some high times at the Red Onion!

Lupe was in for high times, alright, but not at the Red Onion Saloon, at least not now.  Today Lupe’s high times were going to involve 4,740 feet of elevation gain climbing AB Mountain (5,036 ft.).  She was going to join the Arctic Sisterhood!

In 1899, back in the Klondike gold rush days, the Arctic Brotherhood had been founded by 11 gold prospectors on a steamship headed for Skagway from Seattle.  The Arctic Brotherhood was originally a fraternal order whose members pledged to assist one another on the way to and while at the goldfields near Dawson City in the Yukon.

The in-land journey to the goldfields started at Skagway, where a unique two story hall decorated on the exterior with driftwood was built as the Arctic Brotherhood’s headquarters.  For a while, the Arctic Brotherhood became very popular and expanded rapidly, at one point having over 10,000 members and up to 34 different camps distributed throughout the Yukon and southern Alaska.

A NNE trending ridge starting at Yakutania Point just W of Skagway rises from Taiya Inlet some 5,036 feet to a mountaintop more than 5 miles away.  The letters “AB” appear on this mountain when snow conditions are right, so the mountain became known as A.B. Mountain or Arctic Brotherhood Mountain.  It’s sometimes said in modern times that climbing AB Mountain makes one a member of the Arctic Brotherhood.

The real Arctic Brotherhood never accepted female members, but SPHP didn’t want to worry Lupe with such trivial details.  As far as SPHP was concerned, if the plucky Carolina Dog could get to the top of the mountain today, she was going to become a member of the Arctic Sisterhood.  SPHP told her as much.

Of course, after all her wonderful adventures in the Yukon and Alaska both last year and yet to come on this 2017 Dingo Vacation, Lupe was excited about the prospect of joining the Arctic Sisterhood!  She was eager to get going right away!

SPHP found the small trailhead for AB Mountain on the S (L) side of the road to Dyea almost immediately after the road turned to gravel.  On the opposite side of the road Lupe spotted a small sign saying A.B. Mountain next to the start of the Skyline Trail.  (9:30 AM, 59°F)

Come on, SPHP! This is it, the Skyline Trail to AB Mountain!

For the first 2.25 miles, the trail was wide and easy to follow.  It varied quite a bit on how steep it was, with both fairly steep and almost level sections.  Lupe even came to a few dips.  Overall, Lupe gained elevation at a moderate pace.

This early part of the trail went through a forest.  Not far from the trailhead, Lupe explored a short side spur leading off the main trail to an exposed boulder.  This boulder provided a view back toward Skagway and the Taiya Inlet.  Everywhere else the only views were of the forest.

The wide, well worn trail to AB Mountain starts off in a forest.
Early in the trek, a boulder at the end of a short spur off the main trail provides this view of the Taiya Inlet. This is the only viewpoint for more than 2 miles. Photo looks SSW.

Shortly after returning to the main trail, Lupe crossed the first of two small streams.

Lupe wades in the first small stream that crosses the trail.
Continuing past the first small stream, the forest was tall and thick for a long way.

After crossing the first stream, the trail went a long way through the forest before eventually crossing a second small stream.  Beyond the second stream, the trail began to steepen rapidly.  It was soon so steep that SPHP was often grabbing branches, tree trunks, rocks – whatever was available for assistance.  The steep climb didn’t bother Lupe, though.

At the start of this steep section, the trail had still been in thick forest.  As Lupe gained elevation, however, the situation began to change.  Tall bushes and Devil’s club mingled in among the trees.  Lupe even saw a few blueberries and crowberries.  Gradually, the trees became smaller and fewer.  The tall bushes and Devil’s club prevailed.  Views were now starting to open up.

As Lupe got higher, the trees began to thin. Tall bushes and Devil’s club began to dominate, and views started opening up. Photo looks SSW toward Skagway and Taiya Inlet.

SPHP had previously read online about an obstacle that Lupe had to be fast approaching.  Somewhere along this steep section of the trail, trip reports stated there was a rope needed to get up a particularly slippery, dangerous spot.  How bad was this spot?  Was it a small cliff?  Would Lupe even be able to get past it?  SPHP was worried that the rope might be as far as the Carolina Dog could go.

Lupe finally did reach a yellow rope dangling 40 or 50 feet down a long, smooth-surfaced rock.  The rock was plenty steep, but this wasn’t nearly as bad as SPHP had feared it might be.  No exposure, no insurmountable obstacles.  In fact, the American Dingo could scamper up and down the rock at will.  The rope was a tremendous help to SPHP.  With its assistance SPHP simply walked right on up the rock no problem at all.

Lupe reaches the dreaded rope section. It turned out to be nothing to worry about at all. The rope made it easy for SPHP to walk right on up. Lupe was perfectly capable of scampering up and down the steep rock at will without it.

Lupe kept climbing.  SPHP had to stop frequently to catch breath.  Lupe was starting to get above all the trees.  The trail remained very steep.  Even the tall bushes and Devil’s club were starting to give way to shorter vegetation.  A high point up ahead looked like the start of easier terrain, and some fabulous sweeping views.

The trail remained very steep above the rope, but this high point eventually came into view promising both easier terrain and sweeping views ahead.
Starting to get above not only the trees, but the tall bushes, too. Skagway is on the L. Yakutania Point and the forest Lupe had come through on the way up are at Center. Dyea Point is the skinny peninsula on the R. Photo looks SSW along Taiya Inlet.

The climb up to the first sweeping viewpoint was farther than it looked, but Lupe and SPHP made it.  The terrain was a lot easier here.  The vegetation was reduced to tundra plants.  Nothing obstructed the glorious views which were absolutely amazing in virtually every direction.

Lupe reaches the first sweeping viewpoint above the steepest section of the trail to AB Mountain. Dyea is in the valley at lower R. Parsons Peak (5,600 ft.) towers across the bay on the L.  Photo looks WSW.
Lupe with a terrific view of Taiya Inlet. Photo looks SSW.

Lupe met two people at this first sweeping viewpoint.  Sean and Rebecca Riordan from Brooklyn, New York were here enjoying the grand views.  They had come to Skagway aboard the Explorer of the Seas, which Lupe had seen docked down at Skagway this morning.  Sean and Rebecca were super friendly and nice to Lupe.  Rebecca said her grandma was named Lupe, too!

Lupe met Sean & Rebecca Riordan from Brooklyn, New York at this first sweeping viewpoint. Photo looks E.
Sean and Rebecca were super friendly and nice to Lupe. Photo looks E.
Rebecca and Lupe with Taiya Inlet in the background. Photo looks S.
Rebecca has a grandma named Lupe, too!
Sean and Lupe together. Sean was looking forward to pizza and drinks aboard the Explorer of the Seas this evening. Lupe thought maybe she’d join Sean if the Red Onion Saloon didn’t work out with SPHP. Photo looks N.

Sean, Rebecca and SPHP had a good time chatting for quite a while.  Lupe certainly didn’t mind taking a break being petted and loved.

Relaxing with Sean and Rebecca Riordan before they depart for Skagway and pizza and drinks aboard the luxurious Explorer of the Seas. Photo looks SSW.

Sean and Rebecca had to be back down to the Explorer of the Seas in time for an 8:00 PM departure, so eventually Lupe and SPHP had to bid them farewell and bon voyage.  If the American Dingo hadn’t been committed to joining the Arctic Sisterhood today, she might well have followed Sean and Rebecca down for pizza and drinks aboard the luxurious Explorer of the Seas.

As it was, it was time to get moving again.  The summit of AB Mountain was still a long way off, not even in sight yet.  Up ahead, Lupe could see two rounded higher hills along the ridge.  The trail led toward a closer wall of rock, as if destined to skirt these hills to the W (L).

After Sean and Rebecca headed down, Lupe and SPHP continued on looking for the summit of AB Mountain. Two rounded hills were in sight. The trail led toward the wall of rock partly in view on the L. Photo looks NNE.

The trail was no longer as wide, well-worn and easy to follow as it had been way back down in the forest.  SPHP somehow lost it, and wound up on a boulder field below the E side of the rock wall.  About half way through the boulder field, people were seen up on top of the rock wall.  Apparently the trail was actually up there.

It was slow going on this boulder field below the wall of rock on the L. The trail was actually up on top, but SPHP had somehow lost it. Photo looks NNE.

Lupe and SPHP made it past the boulder field, and up onto the ridgeline beyond the two rounded hills.  The trail continued winding along the top of the ridge, and after a while Lupe could see two distant high points ahead.  The closer, lower one was marked on the topo map as the location of Hump Benchmark.

After following the ridge a long way beyond the two rounded hills, two distant high points appear ahead in shadow. The closer, lower one is the location of Hump Benchmark on the topo map. SPHP thought the summit of AB Mountain was the higher point beyond it. Photo looks NNE.

It was still a long way to Hump Benchmark, never mind the summit.  Lupe continued up the ridgeline.  Sometimes the trail was easy to follow, sometimes cairns marked the way, sometimes there was no indication at all of where to go except onward and upward.  Lupe was still gaining elevation steadily.  The views were fantastic on all sides.

Lupe continued gaining elevation along the giant ridgeline. The views were simply tremendous on all sides! Photo looks NNW.
Looking NE with help from the telephoto lens.
The East Fork of the Skagway River valley. Photo looks ESE with help from the telephoto lens.
The Reid Creek valley. Photo looks SE with help from the telephoto lens.
Parson Peak (5,600 ft.) (far L) from the AB Mountain ridge. Photo looks W.
Looking WNW with help from the telephoto lens.
Lupe passing by a small pond up on the ridge. This pond is shown at 4,186 feet (1,276 m) on the topo map. Still 1,050 feet of elevation gain to go from here! Photo looks ENE.

SPHP was getting tired.  It seemed like Lupe had already gone a long, long way, but it was clear she still had significant ground left to cover.  Several groups of people had either started out earlier in the morning, or had passed Loop and SPHP on the way up.  Every now and then one of these groups was met making their way back down.

No one seemed to know how far it was to the summit of AB Mountain (5,036 ft.), although SPHP was pretty certain Lupe had been seeing the summit beyond the Hump from various vantage points along the ridge.  However, everyone had turned back before getting there.

Only the last couple of guys Lupe met, one from England and the other from New Zealand, told SPHP they had been to the summit.  They had found a large cairn at the top.  They claimed it was only another 30 to 60 minutes away from where Lupe was now.

Two people approach Lupe on their way back down. Lupe met several such groups, but only the last two guys from England and New Zealand said they had made it to the summit of AB Mountain. In the distance on the L is the apparent summit, the high point just to its R is Hump Benchmark, or simply “the Hump” as SPHP came to call it. Photo looks NNE.

The Brit and the New Zealander had lied.  Not on purpose maybe, perhaps they had gotten to the cairn that quickly, but SPHP couldn’t get there that fast.  Not even close.  An hour zipped by and the summit, wherever it was, still didn’t appear to be anywhere nearby.  Lupe wasn’t even to the Hump yet.

The trail had all but vanished.  Lupe rarely even saw a cairn.  Another problem now existed.  The character of the long ridge was changing.  Lupe came to a series of long gashes.  Each gash extended all the way across from one side of the big ridge to the other, forcing Loop to find a way around or through each one.

These gashes were all oriented SW/NE.  They seemed like they had been created by a giant wielding a dull knife to slice a series of cuts partway into the ridge, as if it were a loaf of bread.  Each cut amounted to a gap, and at the edge of each gap Lupe found herself at the top of a wall of rock 10 to 30 feet high.  Sometimes there were relatively easy routes down into the gashes and up the other side.  Sometimes there weren’t.

The gashes made this part of the ridge an interesting trek, but really slowed SPHP’s progress down.  Lupe sometimes had to go way around the end of a gash.  Usually it was too steep to go around the W side, but it was always possible to get around the E side, provided Lupe and SPHP down climbed enough.

Instead of gaining elevation steadily, Loop sniffed and explored her way along a twisting up and down off-trail route wherever the terrain appeared most favorable.  Some of the gaps she crossed were full of loose rock and boulders.  Others contained snow banks.

Lupe discovers a snow bank in one of the gashes.
Lupe always likes finding snow banks.
Having to find ways around rock walls like the one on the R that extended clear across the ridge, made for an interesting, but long, tiring route.
Lupe down in another gash near the steep W end. The Irene Glacier is seen on the L. Photo looks NNW.
Irene Glacier (L). Photo looks NNW with help from the telephoto lens.

At last, Lupe was nearing the Hump.  However, the biggest, deepest gash yet appeared between her and the Hump.  Looper had to lose 150 feet of elevation going around the far NE end of this gash.  Then it was a long climb up a series of benches to reach the top of the Hump from the E.

The Hump is dead ahead. Unfortunately, there is an unseen deep gash between here and there. Lupe had to down climb at least 150 feet of elevation going around the NE (R) end. Part of Mount Clifford (5,696 ft.), is seen ahead on the R. Photo looks N.
East Fork of the Skagway River valley. Photo looks SE.
Loopster climbing the benches on the Hump. Photo looks NE.
In yet another gash on the way up the Hump.
Nearing the top of the Hump. Photo looks SSW.
East Fork of the Skagway River (L) from the Hump. Photo looks SE.
Part of Goat Lake is in view from the Hump. Photo looks NE.

When Lupe reached the top of the Hump, the weather was changing.  All day long the sky had been slowly clouding up.  Now clouds swept over the ridge to AB Mountain.  Lupe and SPHP were periodically engulfed in fog, only to have sunshine reappear a few minutes later.  The clouds sailing by came out of the W.

From the top of the Hump, Lupe could finally see the summit again.  It wasn’t that far away!  Loop had to lose some elevation to get there, but the terrain was now less rugged than it had been getting to the Hump.  Lupe had an almost direct route to the summit!

From the the Hump, Lupe can see the summit of AB Mountain ahead! It isn’t that far away now, and the terrain is becoming easier again. Photo looks NNE.
Lupe enjoys a brief moment of sunshine as she closes in on the summit of AB Mountain. Photo looks N.
Looking back down the ridge as another cloud closes in. Dyea is nearly 5,000 feet below on the R. Photo looks SSW.
Looper looks down on Dyea. Photo looks SSW.
Almost there! It was exciting to think that Lupe was about to join the Arctic Sisterhood with a successful ascent of AB Mountain! Photo looks N.

Lupe and SPHP made it to the summit cairn on AB Mountain (5,036 ft.)!  Another cloud was sweeping over the ridge.  Nothing could be seen except the nearby terrain.  The rest of the world was gray.

It was still a joyful moment!  Lupe was at the top of AB Mountain.  She had joined the Arctic Sisterhood!  The long trek had been completely worth it.  SPHP congratulated Lupe, shaking her paw and praising her persistent effort.

Lupe reaches the summit cairn on AB Mountain! Photo looks N.
The newest member of the Arctic Sisterhood stands proudly next to the summit cairn on AB Mountain. Photo looks N.
Lupe wondered if she was the first Carolina Dog to join the Arctic Sisterhood? SPHP said she might well be. This was a great honor for Looper and a notable achievement on behalf of all Carolina Dogs everywhere.
Lupe gained more than 4,740 feet of elevation and had traveled more than 5 miles from the trailhead to get here.
Lupe squints in bright light as the fog thins.

Lupe had been standing up at the summit cairn for 6 or 7 minutes when a hole in the clouds opened up a partial view to the N.  SPHP was surprised to see another high point not even 0.2 mile away!  It looked to be almost identical in elevation to where Lupe was at the cairn.  Was it possible it was even higher?  Probably not, since the cairn was here, but SPHP checked the topo map anyway.

Oh, good grief!  That other high point to the N actually was the true summit of AB Mountain!  The topo map showed the other high point as 1535 meters (5,036 feet) compared to 1532 meters (5,026 feet) where Loopster was standing at the cairn.  No denying it.  Assuming the topo map was correct, which one had to, that other high point was 10 feet higher.  The map even showed the name AB Mountain right at that N high point.

After Lupe had been at the summit cairn 6 or 7 minutes, the clouds parted to reveal this other high point to the N. A check of the topo map revealed it was 10 feet higher than where the cairn was, and actually the true summit of AB Mountain. Photo looks N.

It was now 2 hours since the Englishman and New Zealander had told SPHP it was only 30 to 60 minutes to the summit of AB Mountain.  Clearly they hadn’t bothered going over to the N high point.  They’d only mentioned the cairn.  It was getting rather late in the afternoon, and the weather was continuing to degrade with more clouds moving in.

No matter!  Lupe was going to the true summit!  It didn’t look hard to get there, and shouldn’t take long.  No time to lose, though.  SPHP explained to Looper that to make her ascent of AB Mountain and new membership in the Arctic Sisterhood official, she needed to tag that N high point.

SPHP didn’t have to tell her twice.  Loop led the way to the true summit.

Lupe approaches a snow drift in a low spot on the way to AB Mountain’s true summit. Photo looks N.

Clouds obscured all views again as Lupe reached the true summit of AB Mountain.  A small rock stuck in a crack atop a massive rock appeared to be the absolute highest point on AB Mountain (5,036 ft.).  Lupe was happy to make her ascent and membership in the Arctic Sisterhood official by standing next to it.  SPHP put one of her front paws on top of the little rock and it was done.

All official now! Lupe stands proudly next to the highest little rock on AB Mountain. Photo looks N.
First Carolina Dog ever at the true summit of AB Mountain? SPHP thought there was a good chance Lupe had that honor.
So did I do it? Can I relax now? ……. Yep, you’re official now Miss Arctic Sisterhood!

Lupe remained at the true summit of AB Mountain for more than 20 minutes.  A 10 mph SW breeze blew a steady stream of fog across the mountaintop.  Every now and then, a partial view to the NE was momentarily revealed.  A few times Lupe saw blue sky and sunshine directly overhead, while surrounded by fog.  Most of the time the summit was simply socked in.  Loop never did see more than a faint outline of Mount Clifford, the next higher peak farther N along the ridge.

The American Dingo rested peacefully next to the little rock at the top of AB Mountain enjoying her status as the newest member of the Arctic Sisterhood.  There were a couple of other rocks nearby competing closely for the title of true summit.  After resting up and having some Taste of the Wild, Lupe tagged them, too.  No cairn or registry was found.

The clouds parted enough to permit a few brief glimpses off to the NE while Lupe was at true summit of AB Mountain. Photo looks ENE.
The newest official member of the Arctic Sisterhood relaxes at the true summit of AB Mountain.
Tagging a competing high point.
Looking SSW, the direction Lupe had come from and would have to return.
Final moments in the fog near the true summit of AB Mountain.

It was already early evening when Lupe and SPHP finally left the true summit of AB Mountain in a dark fog.  Lupe returned briefly to the cairn at the false summit, but could see nothing.

Looking toward the false summit shortly after starting back. The cairn is up there somewhere. Lupe returned to it briefly. Photo looks S.

Lupe and SPHP hurried on due to the lateness of the hour.  The long trek back was a happy one and most enjoyable.  The solitude was unbroken.  Lupe seemed energized by the cool clouds and now mostly downhill route.  She ran and sniffed and explored far more than she had on the way up.

Fog prevailed much of the way, continuing to stream by from out of the WSW.  Once in a while there were holes in the clouds.  Dramatic glacier-clad mountain views popped into sight.  Lupe bathed in sunlight on the beautiful ridge for anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes before it all disappeared again.

For a long time, Lupe and SPHP worked in dense fog back past all the gashes cutting across the ridge.  The Carolina Dog still faced significant down climbs to the NE, especially getting beyond the Hump.  Once past all the gashes, Lupe generally stayed right on top of the ridgeline and had more luck finding the best routes.  A few well-positioned cairns proved much more helpful pointing out the faint trail now than on the way up.

Lupe was in fog most of the way back down, but every so often holes in the clouds permitted a better look at her surroundings.
Coming to a large snowbank in another gash. Mountains and glaciers pop back into view. Photo looks SE.
Snow break! Time for a bit of frolicking!
Another look SE from this same gash.
Lupe pauses for a look at the valley of the East Fork of the Skagway River. Photo looks SE.
Zoomed in on some of the incredible peaks and glaciers. Photo looks SE.
A good look down a long stretch of the AB Mountain ridge. Lupe had met Sean and Rebecca many hours ago way down at the last lowest bump of the ridge in view on the R. Taiya Inlet is seen faintly beyond Lupe. Photo looks S.

After a while, the clouds became so thick no more breaks appeared.  Lupe and SPHP continued lower traveling through dense fog.  It wasn’t until Lupe was working her way down the steep section that she lost enough elevation to emerge below the cloud cover.

Lupe could see Skagway now.  The Explorer of the Seas and Radiance of the Seas remained in port.  Sean and Rebecca were still in Skagway!

It wasn’t until Lupe was way back down to the steep section that she got below the clouds and could see Skagway again. The Explorer of the Seas and Radiance of the Seas were still in port. Sean and Rebecca were still in Skagway! Photo looks SSW.

Any hopes the Carolina Dog might have had of having pizza and drinks with the Riordans were soon dashed, however.  The Explorer of the Seas was leaving!  Lupe and SPHP stood watching Explorer of the Seas sail S away from Skagway down Taiya Inlet.  Sean and Rebecca were probably enjoying their pizza and drinks right this very moment.

30 minutes later, Lupe saw the Radiance of the Seas follow the Explorer of the Seas away from Skagway.

Explorer of the Seas sails away from Skagway starting S down Taiya Inlet. No doubt Sean and Rebecca were aboard enjoying their pizza and drinks right this very minute.

So Lupe never did get to see Sean and Rebecca again.  They sailed away on adventures of their own.  Lupe’s fabulous expedition up AB Mountain had been successful.  The Carolina Dog had made it all the long, long way to the true summit.  Lupe had joined the Arctic Sisterhood!  Tomorrow would bring another fantastic northern adventure worthy of any official new member.

Down in the dark forest, dusk faded to the unbroken blackness of a starless night.  Lupe and SPHP traveled on through the gloom until at long last, the A.B. Mountain sign appeared in the flashlight’s beam at the start of the trail.  Lupe crossed the road to the G6, ready for Alpo and dreams of days gone by striking it rich in the faraway Klondike gold fields.  (11:16 PM)

New Arctic Sisterhood member, Lupe, reports in at the Arctic Brotherhood hall in Skagway the next morning.

AB Mountain trailhead directions:  From the South Klondike Highway (No. 98) take the turn onto Dyea Road (0.5 mile from Skagway, or 4 miles from US Customs).  Follow Dyea Road 2 miles.  Shortly before reaching the trailhead on the L (S) side of Dyea Road, you will pass a paved parking lot at a pullout on the L with a view of Skagway.  Dyea road turns to gravel a little past the pullout, and the trailhead appears soon after on the L (S) side of the road.  The trail starts at the A.B. Mountain sign on the other (N) side of the road directly across from the trailhead.  The trailhead has room for only 3 or 4 vehicles.

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A Brief History of the Arctic Brotherhood

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Mount Saint George, Stone Mountain Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada (8-5-17)

Day 6 of Lupe’s 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska!

(5:21 AM, Summit Lake at Summit Pass, Stone Mountain Provincial Park)  The second time SPHP woke up sunlight was just beginning to shine on Mount Saint George.  The light quickly grew in intensity.  In minutes, the mountain was aglow, radiantly beautiful all pink and yellow.  SPHP knew it wouldn’t last long, but couldn’t muster the energy to grab the camera until it was too late.  The moment had passed.

Yesterday, up on Mount Saint Paul, Lupe and SPHP had been all excited about her success there, and eagerly looking forward to climbing Mount Saint George today.  But by the time it was over, yesterday had been a nearly 13 hour expedition in rugged territory, and had taken a toll.  SPHP felt it.  Apparently Lupe did, too.  She was awake, but all bleary-eyed.  Clearly, “ambition” wasn’t her middle name this morning.

Huh? … Another mountain? … NOW!? You can’t be serious! For pity sake, just hit the snooze button, would ya, SPHP? I’ll think about it later.

For several minutes Lupe licked SPHP affectionately, as if to apologize for not wanting to dash off up the next mountain at the crack of dawn.  It turned out she was hungry.  She devoured a chicken treat, a milk bone, a generous bowl of Taste of the Wild, and lapped up a huge drink of water before rolling over to resume snoozing.

Clouds moved in.  Mount Saint George vanished.  It started to rain.  Shucks!  If it didn’t show signs of clearing up before SPHP’s breakfast was over, it would make more sense to drive on instead of sitting around here.  Lupe still had a long way to go to get to where she had more adventures planned in the Yukon and Alaska.  Still, it would be a pity not to even get an attempt on Mount Saint George in.  If only yesterday’s beautiful weather had held out one more day!

Nothing one can do about that.  It was what it was.  A wind came up.  It rained harder.  SPHP piddled around to see what would happen.  Breakfast, catch up the trip journal, get water at the campground, pitch out the trash, straighten out the G6, study a few maps.  At 8:00 AM, the moment of truth arrived.

The breeze had died down.  The rain had stopped.  The sky remained overcast, but not darkly.  Mount Saint George still couldn’t be seen.  Maybe it would clear up?  Prospects seemed 50/50.  Lupe had been awake for a while now, looking no worse for yesterday’s wear.  The Carolina Dog was ready for action again.  Was it worth it, or was it smarter to drive on?  Decisions, decisions.

Kind of now or never, Loopster.  What do you think?  Who knows if we will ever be back here again?  We’re a mighty long way from home already.

Oh, I’ll be fine either way, SPHP.  Yesterday was great fun, so I’m happy enough with an easy day watching scenery from the G6 if you want to drive on.  On the other paw, I’d be happy to climb Mount Saint George now, too, if you’d like.  Even if you don’t get your precious views, I always enjoy sniffing around and a good romp.

Hmm.  Not that helpful, Looper.  You’re as wishy-washy as I am.

Well, tell me what the weather is going to do, and I’ll tell you what to do.

I was hoping with your keen Dingo senses you knew.  I can’t tell what’s going to happen.  Maybe it’s best to delay making a final decision?  We could start for Mount Saint George, but if the weather doesn’t clear up by the time we reach where the Flower Springs Lake trail leaves the road to the microwave tower, we could try going to Flower Springs Lake instead.  If the weather gets all socked in and it starts to rain again, we can just beat a retreat and drive on.

Fine with me, SPHP!  So are we going then?

Thus went the discussion, with no real resolution until 8:15 AM when at the edge of vision far to the W, the deciding factor appeared.  A tiny speck of blue, blue sky.  Hope blossomed.  Maybe the weather really was going to clear?  Maybe an hour from now, Lupe would be in brilliant sunshine?  That blue speck was enough.  Mount Saint George (7,402 ft.) was a go!

Lupe and SPHP crossed a paw bridge at the Summit Lake stream outlet which was where a sign at the campground indicated the Flower Springs Lake trail began.  Immediately across the bridge, the trail divided three ways.  No sign here.  Left, right or straight?

Lupe tried going R along the shore of Summit Lake.  She quickly came to places where the trail had collapsed into the lake.  This couldn’t be right, could it?  Perhaps this wasn’t even a real trail?  (Note: Consulting maps later on, SPHP discovered this really was the Flower Springs Lake trail.)  Loop returned to the junction by the bridge.  This time she tried the middle trail which went up a hillside into the forest.

After Loop had gained some elevation, a small sign said she was on the Ridge trail.  Appropriately enough, it climbed to the top of a ridge where it leveled out.  The Ridge trail now passed through a forest dense with bushes.  Everything was wet from the earlier rain.  The bushes soon had Loopster sopping wet, too.  She was one soggy doggie, but her spirits weren’t dampened in the least.

The Ridge trail wasn’t terribly long.  After crossing the ridge, it led down a forested embankment to meet up with a road.  SPHP knew this road led to a microwave tower perched on a hill at the base of Mount Saint George.  Somewhere along the way the road ought to provide Lupe a convenient access point to the mountain.  The American Dingo followed the road SSW going uphill.

A bit of a trek brought Lupe to a sign identifying the Flower Springs Lake trail where it crossed the road.  This area was open terrain, the forest having recently been left behind.  The sky was still overcast, but the speck of blue sky to the W had grown considerably.  A W breeze held promise that the clouds might soon sail off to the E.  With this encouragement, all thought of settling for the Flower Springs Lake trail was banished.  On to Mount Saint George!

Shortly after passing the Flower Springs Lake trail, the road made a big switchback climbing W before leveling out.  Lupe was now headed straight W toward the microwave tower, which could be seen atop its hill, High Point 5469 (1,667 m), more than a mile away.  To the S, seemingly right at the base of Mount Saint George (7,402 ft.), a green 200 foot high ridge paralleled the road.

Lupe followed the road W halfway to the microwave tower before SPHP decided she might just as well begin her ascent of Mount Saint George.  Lupe left the road and climbed S up onto the big green ridge.

Looking W at the microwave tower on High Point 5469 (1,667 m). This tower sits close to the N base of Mount Saint George. Lupe left the road here, turning S (L) to climb a 200 foot high green ridge that parallels the road.

Up on the green ridge, Lupe and SPHP stopped briefly to rest.  Looking back, part of Summit Lake where Lupe had started from was in view.  The Carolina Dog had already gained many hundreds of feet of elevation.  Beyond the lake Looper could see Summit Peak (6,611 ft.).  Only yesterday, Lupe had stood on top of Summit Peak on her way to Mount Saint Paul (6,985 ft.).

Up on the big green ridge looking back at where Lupe had come from. She’d started out at the far end of Summit Lake (R) which appeared to be many hundreds of feet below where she was now. Summit Peak, which she had climbed yesterday, is the more distant mountain at Center. Photo looks NE.

Lupe continued SW across the green ridge, which was very wide, toward the base of Mount Saint George.  At first, heading right on up the wide NE arm of the mountain looked like it would be a snap.  As Lupe got closer, though, it became apparent this was an illusion.  A deep valley draining to the SE was between the American Dingo and the mountain.

Loop crossing the big green ridge toward the base of Mount Saint George. It initially looked like Lupe ought to be able to head straight for the NE arm of the mountain (Center), but she soon discovered a deep intervening valley draining to the SE (L). Photo looks SSW.

Dang it all, anyway!  SPHP didn’t feel like descending into that deep, steep-sided drainage.  A glance to the W revealed that the highest part of the drainage was way over near the microwave tower.  Climbing onto this big green ridge had been a waste of time.  Lupe should have just stuck with the road until she was at the base of the hill the tower sits on.  It would have been faster and easier to turn S there.

A glance to the W revealed that the high point of the drainage Lupe needed to get across was way over by the microwave tower. It would have been easier to simply stick with the road instead of climbing up onto this big green ridge. Photo looks W.

Live and learn.  Lupe and SPHP turned W traveling along the ridge toward the microwave tower.  This pleasant level stroll was made even easier by an old jeep trail Loop found on the way.  As Lupe started getting closer to the tower, she left the jeep trail angling SW to look for a good route down into the drainage.

As Lupe started getting close to the microwave tower, she angled toward the S side of the ridge she was on looking for a way across the drainage. The bottom of the drainage is in view now on the R. Mount Saint George has 3 N arms or ridges. The NE arm Lupe would ultimately go up is on the L. The middle N arm that ends closer to the microwave tower is seen on the R. Look at those beautiful blue skies now! Oh, yeah! Things were looking good. Photo looks SW.

Mount Saint George has three N arms or ridges.  A large valley comes down between the middle and NE ridges that joins the drainage Lupe needed to get across only a little E of that drainage’s high point.  As Lupe drew closer, she could see a sizable gash at the lower end of this valley.

That gash looked like a good spot to begin Lupe’s ascent of Mount Saint George.  Once opposite the gash, the bottom of the intervening drainage wasn’t all that far below the green ridge, and the slope leading down into it wasn’t so steep.  Lupe and SPHP descended into the drainage, and crossed over to the gash.

Looking across the drainage at the gash at the lower end of the valley between Mount Saint George’s middle N and NE ridges. The middle N ridge is on the R. Photo looks SW.
Lupe on her way down into the drainage. It wasn’t far or steep to the bottom from here. The microwave tower is in view at the far end of the green ridge. Photo looks W.

As expected, the terrain in the eroded gash was nearly all rock.  A stream so small it could be conveniently crossed almost anywhere tumbled down a series of small waterfalls into pretty pools below.  Lupe explored numerous nooks and crannies while SPHP trudged up the gash.

Lupe wades the small stream in the gash. Part of the big green ridge she had just come from can be seen on the L. Photo looks NE.
Looking up the gash. Although it was often fairly steep, traveling up the gash wasn’t bad at all. It certainly wasn’t as hard as it might have been. Most of the rocks were fairly small. Usually there were easy ways to avoid troublesome spots. Photo looks SSW.

After crossing the stream once, Lupe and SPHP stayed on the E (L) side of the gash the rest of the way up.  The water in the creek was cold and clear.  SPHP tried it.  Delicious!  The water SPHP had gotten from a pump back at the Summit Lake campground this morning tasted terrible.  SPHP dumped it all to fill 3 water bottles with fresh creek water.

At the upper end of the gash, Lupe discovered a lovely waterfall higher than any of the others.  It plunged noisily over a tilted layer of rock.

Lupe discovers the highest waterfall of all at the upper end of the gash. Photo looks S.
The terrain above this waterfall at the upper end of the gash was not so heavily eroded. The stream raced swiftly and smoothly over intact layers of exposed bedrock. Photo looks SW.

Above the final waterfall, Lupe followed the creek quite a distance.  Here it raced swiftly and smoothly over intact exposed layers of bedrock.  Nearby slopes were mostly green with low vegetation.  Gradually the creek bent around toward due S.

Lupe eventually left the creek to turn E toward Mount Saint George’s huge NE ridge.  Loop aimed for a large black rock prominent among whiter stones high up along the ridgeline.  A considerably lower black rock provided an intermediate goal.

Surprisingly, Looper found a narrow, but very definite trail that passed only a short distance below the lower black rock.  The trail continued climbing ENE from here slanting up along the side of the ridge.  Lupe reached the ridgeline somewhat below the upper black rock, which was now hidden from view.

Lupe was now on the lower slopes of Mount Saint George’s NE ridge.  Way down here, the ridge was rounded and extremely broad.  Small rocks interspersed with low vegetation dominated the terrain.  Up until a short time ago, a W breeze had prevailed, driving the cloud cover off to the E, and bringing blue sky and sunshine.

The wind was shifting, however.  A light E breeze was now forcing clouds back this way.  Summit Peak was almost completely hidden from view, and Summit Lake was disappearing fast.

By the time Lupe reached the lower slopes of Mount Saint George’s NE ridge, the breeze had shifted around to the E. Clouds that had earlier blown off to the E were on their way back. Only an outline of Summit Peak is now visible beyond Summit Lake, which is also rapidly disappearing from view. Photo looks NE.

Despite the approaching clouds, Lupe and SPHP turned S and began climbing the vast ridge.  The breeze might easily shift again, and Lupe had already come a long way.  The Carolina Dog wasn’t going to give up on Mount Saint George so easily!  Clouds enveloped the ridge.  Everything except the immediately surrounding terrain disappeared.

Although clouds moved in to envelop the NE ridge, Lupe continued up.

For a long way, Lupe and SPHP continued up the NE ridge in fog.  At least initially, the climb wasn’t as steep as Lupe’s ascents of Summit Peak and Mount Saint Paul yesterday.  Sometimes Looper even came to relatively level stretches.

Slowly, though, the situation changed.  The rocks increased in size.  Vegetation became scarce.  The terrain grew rougher and steeper.  Lupe was climbing sharp boulder fields.  In places, SPHP was scrambling instead of walking.  The ridge was clearly narrowing, though it was still broad.

Lupe takes a break at a rare patch of greenery.

Lupe climbed a series of 100+ foot high benches of jumbled, broken rock.  SPHP had to use hand holds.  At the top of each bench, the terrain ahead usually leveled out some and became easier to traverse, but another bench every bit as difficult as the last one always appeared ahead.

Up and up went the Carolina Dog, over one obstacle after another.  Time passed.  It seemed like Lupe had been at this a long time.  She must have gained a lot of elevation.  Hard to tell how much, though.  The fog might be distorting all sense of time and distance.

The fog was sometimes dark and thick.  If it had stayed that way long, it absolutely would have been time to give up on Mount Saint George and head down.  It didn’t though.  After a few minutes, it would lighten up again.  The fog swept in waves over the ridge.  And every now and then, if Lupe looked up, the gray was tinged with blue.  Maybe Lupe would climb above the clouds?

And then it happened.  A genuine patch of clear blue sky appeared directly overhead.  Lupe was in sunshine!  It didn’t last.  The fog reasserted itself.  The hole closed.  Lupe kept climbing.

More and more often, there were hints that Lupe was going to get above the clouds, or that they might simply blow away.  The fog grew lighter and darker with increasing frequency.  Blue tinged fog was seen more often overhead.  In the meantime, the terrain was getting easier.  The rocks were much smaller again.  Lupe seemed to be past the boulder fields and benches.  SPHP could walk instead of scramble.  Lung, heart and leg power were the limiting factors instead of broken boulder fields.

Finally, finally, a bigger hole in the fog.  Blue sky!  Lupe could see farther up the ridge.  The view was disheartening.  SPHP had thought she would be closer to the top.  The truth was, the American Dingo still had a long way to go.

Finally a genuine break in the clouds revealed much more of the ridge ahead. The sight was initially disheartening. Lupe still had a lot farther to go than SPHP had hoped. Photo looks S.

Puppy ho!  Onward!  Yes, it was still a long climb, but so what?  The terrain wasn’t bad, steep yes, but not terribly so.  This was cake!  Just a matter of one paw after another.  Lupe could get to the top of this NE ridge.  No obstacle was in sight that could stop her.

Clouds and fog continued to sweep by sporadically, but less and less often.  Lupe pushed on.  She was going to reach the top of Mount Saint George’s NE ridge in brilliant sunshine!

The persevering puppy approaches the top of Mount Saint George’s NE ridge in brilliant sunshine! Not far now! Photo looks WSW.

Suddenly Lupe was there!  She had reached the N end of Mount Saint George’s summit ridge where the middle N and NE ridges meet.  This was the high point of both of those ridges.  The views were incredible!

Looking NW, Loop could see the huge McDonald Creek valley.  To the W, beautiful silvery mountains stood in sunshine.  Off to the E and S was an amazing sight.  A soft ocean of purest white stretched beyond vision.  The ocean wasn’t much lower than where Lupe stood now.

From the N end of Mount Saint George’s summit ridge, Lupe could see all the way down to the bottom of the McDonald Creek valley (L). Photo looks NW.
Looking W. Silvery mountains stand in sunshine beyond the McDonald Creek valley.
To the E, an amazing sight greets Lupe. A soft, billowing ocean of white stretches beyond vision. The ocean isn’t much lower than where Lupe stands now on Mount Saint George. Photo looks NE.
Looking S at the sea of white being held back by the mountains.
What an amazing view! Dark blue mountaintops jut up like islands from the pure white ocean of cloud. It was like being in an airplane! Photo looks S.

One view was of greater importance than any other.  Lupe had made it to the N end of Mount Saint George’s summit ridge, but this was the lower end.  Not an awful lot lower, no more than 56 meters (184 ft.), relative peanuts compared to how far she’d come, but certainly enough to make a difference.  Lupe couldn’t claim a peakbagging success yet.  Unfortunately, the topo map showed the true summit was somewhere way over near the far SW end of the long ridge.  How hard would it be for Lupe to get there?

The whole summit ridge was in view now.  What Lupe saw was disconcerting.  It appeared she could travel safely a long way, but near the SW end of the ridge where the summit was, the rock turned dark and it looked dicey.  Really dicey.  It looked like Looper might encounter drop offs or walls of rock she couldn’t climb or go around due to virtual cliffs next to the ridgeline.

On a brighter note, Lupe could almost certainly reach a high point about halfway along the ridge that looked higher than anything else except the summit.  According to the topo map, High Point 7320 (2,231 m) was only 82 feet (25 m) lower than the true summit.  Not really close enough to claim a peakbagging success, but still a major accomplishment on a day like today.

Lupe at the lower N end of Mount Saint George’s summit ridge. The view toward the true summit at the far end was disconcerting. It wasn’t at all clear that Lupe would be able to get there. She could probably make it to High Point 7320 (2,231 m) (seen straight up from Lupe’s head), though. It was only 82 feet (25 m) lower than the true summit according to the topo map. Photo looks SW.
True summit of Mount Saint George (R). Photo looks SW with lots of help from the telephoto lens.

The true summit was too far away to tell for certain from here if Lupe would be able to climb it or not.  After a short rest dazzled by the views at the N end of the summit ridge, Lupe and SPHP headed for High Point 7320 (2,231 m).

At first, all was well.  The stroll along the ridgeline was easy.  Lupe made great progress.  She even found a delightful patch of snow.

Loop enjoying a little patch of snow she found.

The easy trek was soon over.  Even at some of the lesser high points along the way, the terrain became too rough to stay right up on the ridge.  Lupe had to down climb a bit to get around them, negotiating a way through collections of large boulders.  Slow going, but at least possible.  Loop always stayed toward the less steep NW (R) side of the ridge.

The incredible scene to the S of dark mountaintops jutting up from an ocean of white reminded SPHP of photos in airline magazines.  Lupe has never been in an airplane.  She probably never will be.  This might be as close to having that airliner kind of view as Lupe would ever get.

Before Lupe even got to High Point 7320 (2,231 m) something happened that they never show in airline magazines.  All of a sudden, that bright white ocean of clouds flooded up in a swelling tide, completely swallowing Mount Saint George in a matter of seconds.  Lupe was engulfed in fog again.

Nope!  Loopster wasn’t turning back.  Foggy or not, the American Dingo had come too far, and the summit of Mount Saint George was too close.  One way or another, she was going to find out if she could get to the top or not.  Sadly, there wouldn’t be any views now, even if she made it.  No matter.  Reaching the summit in fog would still count as a legitimate peakbagging success.

Maybe it was smart to hurry things along, though.  SPHP didn’t like the notion of being way up here in fog for hours on end.  This time it didn’t seem likely the clouds would dissipate.  Onward!

Lupe reached High Point 7320 (2,231 m), but didn’t bother going all the way to the top.  She passed only 20 or 30 feet below it, again staying to the R.  Beyond High Point 7320 was a relatively flat area of small brown stones leading to the next somewhat lower high point nearby.  Beyond that next high point, Lupe was seldom right on the ridgeline.  She stayed NW (R), skirting past one high spot after another.

It was slow going, scrambling among large rocks and boulders on steep slopes the entire time.  Such limited visibility made things more difficult.  Lupe came to drop offs that couldn’t be seen soon enough to avoid having to retrace some hard won gains to down climb and go around them.  After each down climb, Lupe tried to regain her lost elevation.

Coming to drop offs in the fog usually meant retracing some progress and down climbing to get around them before returning to the ridge a bit farther on.
Lupe up on the ridgeline sometime after getting by High Point 7320 (2,231 m). Photo looks ENE.

The fog also made it impossible to see how much progress Lupe was making.  She had gone what seemed like a considerable distance beyond High Point 7320, when suddenly the fog thinned.  For a brief moment it was possible to see farther along the ridge.  Dark rocks.  Higher ground ahead!  Lupe was getting close to the summit!  It wasn’t that far away!  The fog closed in.  The view vanished.

There was a problem.  Lupe was on a platform of light gray rock.  15 feet ahead the platform ended abruptly at a drop of unseen proportions.  The platform narrowed toward the end.  It was like walking a plank.  SPHP peered over both sides of the plank.  To the L was a cliff.  To the R talus fields of darker rock could be seen well below where Lupe was.  They were steep, steeper than anything that had come before.

Lupe reaches the plank leading to a sudden drop off. Photo looks WSW.

This would be the biggest down climb yet.  Loopster would have to retrace more of her route to even start it.  She would then be on that very steep talus slope.  Yet if Lupe could get past this point, maybe she could quickly reach the summit?

The view ahead had only appeared momentarily.  Maybe what SPHP had seen wasn’t really the summit, just another of multiple high points on the way?  Maybe she couldn’t even get to the top of what had been so briefly glimpsed?

Standing there wondering in the enduring fog on the plank, the situation was starting to feel intimidating.  Unnerving.  Lupe seemed fine.  So close, yet …

A low rumble, muffled and distant.  Thunder?  Oh, brother.  Not up here!

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  If a storm was coming this was no place to be.  Close or not, whether Lupe could have made it or not, it was time to get out of here.  Enough playing with fire.  Time was up.  Lupe and SPHP turned back.  Within moments, thunder again, more distinctly twice in quick succession.  Closer, but still a way off.  It was coming from the W or SW.  Hurry, hurry!

On the retreat, Lupe passed so close to the top of High Point 7320 (2,231 m), that SPHP had her scramble briefly to its summit.  This was it!  As high as Lupe was ever going to get on Mount Saint George.  A couple of photos, then time to flee.  No views in the fog, anyway.

Near the top of High Point 7320 (2,231 m). Photo looks SE.
Lupe at the top of High Point 7320 (2,231 m). This is as high as Lupe ever made it on Mount Saint George. It was a valiant effort, but she’s still 82 feet below the elevation of the true summit. Photo looks S.

On the way back to the N end of the summit ridge, thunder was heard with increasing frequency.  Still distant, but louder and louder.  The storm was moving this way.

Lupe and SPHP had only barely started down the NE ridge when Lupe became frightened.  The thunder was getting unnervingly loud.  The Carolina Dog begged SPHP to stop and hide.  Not possible.  No place to hide existed.  Way too high and exposed on the mountain, down as fast as possible was the only answer.  SPHP urged Lupe onward.

No lightning was seen, but the thunder continued at regular intervals.  SPHP tried to reassure Loopster as she worried over each fresh rumble.  After a particularly loud roar, SPHP reached down to pet Lupe and got shocked twice.  The Carolina Dog’s fur crackled with static electricity.  Now Lupe wasn’t the only one truly alarmed.

A shock happened once more, but not as strongly the second time.  Down, down, down forever.  It started to rain.  Out came the rain poncho.  Poor Loop got soaked.  The thunder finally faded.  The storm had moved off in another direction.  Two thirds of the way down the endless NE ridge, the fog lifted.  For a while it continued raining, but only lightly now.

The waterfall down at the gash had tripled in flow!  For a few minutes the sun came out, shining briefly on the Carolina Dog now busy sniffing and exploring like on any other day, the fearsome thunder only a memory.  By the time Lupe was back on the microwave tower road, the fog had returned.

Safe and sound back on the microwave tower road. Photo looks E.
Remember! This was all your idea, SPHP! …. No worries Loop! I think you did fabulous, all things considered!
Miss Curly Tail happy to be checking the forest for squirrels again.

What a crazy day!  Memorable for sure.  So close, but denied!

Could Lupe have gotten to the summit of Mount Saint George (7,402 ft.) under more favorable conditions, or had she been destined to failure no matter what from the very start on a mountain that was simply an impossible challenge?

We’ll never know.  Puppy ho!  Onward!  (7:20 PM)

Looper on High Point 7320, as high as she ever made it on Mount Saint George, 8-5-17

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Summit Peak & Mount Saint Paul, Stone Mountain Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada (8-4-17)

Day 5 of Lupe’s 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska!

The sky was clear and bright, that pale arctic blue that promises rare adventure.  This was going to be a fantastic day!  Five days into her Dingo Vacation, Lupe was finally going to get to tackle her first major peakbagging objective.  She got a reasonably early start heading W on the Alaska Highway (6:41 AM, 50°F).  A sign said it was still 60 km to Summit Lake.

Summit Lake is situated at Summit Pass, the high point reached by the Alaska Highway as it goes through Stone Mountain Provincial Park in NE British Columbia.  There’s a campground and a picnic ground at the E end of the lake.  Lupe and SPHP had stopped there last year on the way through the park for the first time.

Lupe had been on her way home then at the tail end of her 2016 Dingo Vacation to the Canadian Rockies, Yukon & Alaska.  She was out of time and couldn’t stay, but there had been new snow on the mountains, so conditions hadn’t been right anyway.  However, Stone Mountain Provincial Park had been an impressive, gorgeous surprise.  SPHP had left convinced that Lupe ought to come back some day.

Now, only 11 months later, the American Dingo was on her way.  She would arrive within the hour!

Suddenly, Lupe spotted a fox next to the Alaska Highway!  A skinny, somewhat strange looking fox of the far N.  The fox had tall, thin black legs, a gray and tan coat, and the most amazingly luxurious tail, ever.  SPHP slowed down hoping to get a picture.

Lupe had a conniption fit, barking hysterically.  Oddly enough, the little fox wasn’t fazed in the least.  It seemed to take Lupe’s hysteria as a friendly greeting from a fellow canine.  After SPHP got a photo, the fox trotted down the highway following the G6, staring hopefully at Lupe and SPHP as if it would like to hitch a ride, or wished Lupe would come out and play.

This strange, skinny northern fox seemed interested in making friends with a hysterical Dingo.

SPHP watched it in the mirrors for a few moments before accelerating away.  Best not to encourage the precious little fox to stay on the highway.  Besides, the decibel level in the G6 was totally out of control.

As it turned out, the fox wasn’t the only cause for hysteria.  Next came 3 caribou.  The caribou seemed to be licking something off the road.  Salt?  There was actually some traffic, but the caribou pretty much ignored it.  They were reluctant to move for vehicles, but warily kept their distance from the foaming-at-the-mouth Carolina Dog.

Lupe saw 3 caribou on her way to Stone Mountain Provincial Park. They couldn’t help but notice the deranged Dingo, too.
The caribou stayed busy purposely licking the highway. Maybe they were after salt? It was the only explanation SPHP could think of.
Although traffic had a hard time persuading the caribou to get out of the way, they were far more wary of Lupe.

As far as Lupe was concerned, the day was off to an exhilarating start!  She arrived at Summit Lake in great spirits.  SPHP parked at the picnic area next to the lake.  After a quick bite to eat, it would be peakbagging time!

Lupe arrives at Summit Lake in great spirits on a beautiful summer morning. The day had gotten off to an exhilarating start! Photo looks SW.

The Summit Peak trail starts right across the Alaska Highway from the campground and picnic area.  After a quick breakfast, SPHP moved the G6 to the roomy trailhead parking lot.  Only a couple of other vehicles were around.  Before Lupe hit the trail, SPHP took a look at information and maps posted nearby.  (9:04 AM, 61°F)

Information posted at the trailhead across the Alaska Highway from Summit Lake.
A closer look at the trail description.
This more general map of the Summit Lake area shows other nearby trails, too.

The posted description for the Summit Peak trail was vague and somewhat misleading about the significance of 3 stars shown on the trail map.  Only by comparing the posted information with what SPHP had brought along was SPHP certain what each star must represent.

The first star was only the first high point at the closest end of what could be considered Summit Peak’s long summit ridge.  It was both a false summit and a great viewpoint where apparently many people call it good and turn around.  The second star was the location of Summit Peak’s true summit.  The third star was the summit of Mount Saint Paul.  The trail description barely mentioned Mount Saint Paul, and made it sound as though the third star was the summit of Summit Peak.

As far as Lupe was concerned,  Summit Peak (6,611 ft.) was only her first objective.  SPHP really hoped the American Dingo would make it all the way to Mount Saint Paul (6,985 ft.).

The first section of the Summit Peak trail was short.  The trail climbed a bit, then emerged from the forest at an open level area where it passed by the end of a ridge on the L (W).  Once Lupe was past the ridge, the trail dropped into a shallow ravine where it crossed a creek before climbing an embankment on the opposite side to enter a conifer forest.

Lupe near the start of the Summit Peak trail in Stone Mountain Provincial Park in NE British Columbia. The trail leveled out here passing around the end of the ridge seen on the L. Part of Summit Peak is seen directly ahead. Photo looks N.
Crossing the little creek early on. This creek was the only water source on the way up Summit Peak.

Lupe climbed steeply through the forest until she reached the rim of the creek valley.  Here the trail nearly leveled out and made a sweeping curve around to the W along the rim of the valley.  Lupe was already high enough to have some beautiful views.  SPHP was particularly intrigued by a mountain off to the S, which looked easily climbable.

Once beyond the creek, the trail climbed steeply to the rim of the valley before nearly leveling out. Here the trail sweeps around to the W along the rim. The trail ultimately goes up the rocky ridge ahead on the way to Summit Peak. Photo looks N.
Lupe was already high enough to have some beautiful views. SPHP was particularly intrigued by the mountain on the L, which looked like something Lupe could easily climb. Photo looks S.

The pleasant trek along the rim of the creek valley didn’t last long.  Soon Lupe was above treeline at the lower end of Summit Peak’s S ridge.  The trail turned N here and headed up.

Looking NW up the creek valley from the base of Summit Peak’s steep S ridge. The trail turns NNE here to begin climbing up to the false summit at High Point 6,500 (1,981 m).

The S ridge became progressively more rocky.  The low vegetation began to disappear.  Looper came to various rock formations.  Sometimes there was a bit of scrambling involved, but nothing significant, scary or long.  The trail became less obvious, and began to fade away.  Sometimes Lupe followed cairns, though the general direction the route had to take was never in doubt.

SPHP paused frequently to catch breath.  The views were incredible!  The higher Lupe went, the more spectacular they became.

Early in the climb up the long, rocky S ridge. The true summit of Summit Peak is seen on the L. Photo looks NNE.
Lupe’s route up the S ridge would take her first to the false summit at High Point 6,500 (1,981 m) seen on the R. The true summit is in view on the L. Photo looks NNE.
Summit Lake from partway up the S ridge. The campground and picnic area are visible on the L. The mountain beyond the lake and slightly to the right of Lupe is Mount Saint George (7,402 ft.). Photo looks SSW.
Puppy ho! Onward and upward! Lupe (L) leads the way. By now vegetation was scarce. Still a ways to go, though. Photo looks N.
The upper end of the creek valley Lupe had crossed much farther down is at lower L. Summit Peak (6,611 ft.) is in shadow on the R. Mount Saint Paul (6,985 ft.) is the high ridge in sunlight on the L. Photo looks NW.
Lupe sometimes passed over rock formations like this one on the way up. Once in a while there was a bit of scrambling involved. Never anything scary or serious, however. Photo looks N.
Getting close to the SE end of Summit Peak’s long summit ridge. The true summit is on the far L.

After a long climb, Lupe finally reached the upper end of the S ridge.  She was now at the far SE end of Summit Peak’s long summit ridge.  This was already a glorious viewpoint, but a somewhat higher point was in view not too far off to the NW.  That was the false summit, High Point 6,500 (1981 m), which corresponded to the first star on the trail map that was posted back at the trailhead.  The mountain’s true summit could be seen beyond High Point 6,500, still some distance away.

After the long climb up the S ridge, Lupe arrived here, at the far SE end of Summit Peak’s long summit ridge. High Point 6,500 is near at hand on the R. Beyond it, appearing in shadow straight up from Lupe’s rump, is Summit Peak’s true summit. Mount Saint Paul is the high ridge on the L. Photo looks NW.
Same view with help from the telephoto lens. High Point 6,500 (1,981 m) is on the R. The true summit is in shadow at Center. Photo looks NW.

After a pause to take in the views, Lupe and SPHP continued on to High Point 6,500 (1,981 m).  Getting there was cake.  Lupe stood by a cairn at the top, which she had seen from a distance.  This was the location of the first star on the trail map, and the place where most hikers supposedly turn around according to the information back at the trailhead.

Looper stands by the cairn at High Point 6,500 (1,981 m). The far SE end of the long summit ridge, where Loop had just been, is seen a bit lower at Center. Photo looks SE.
Looking down the long S ridge Lupe had just come up from High Point 6500 (1,981 m). Summit Lake close to where she’d started out from is in view below. Much smaller Flower Springs Lake can also be seen well beyond Summit Lake. Photo looks SSW.

All the hard work was done!  The weather was perfect.  No way on earth were Lupe and SPHP going to turn around here!  The American Dingo headed for the true summit.

Turn around here? No way! A fun, glorious, easy ridge walk to the true summit lies just ahead! The American Dingo was going for it! Photo looks NW.

The stroll along the ridge leading to the summit was pure joy.  So easy, such stupendous beauty on all sides, conditions absolutely perfect, and the happy realization that no obstacle was going to prevent Lupe from attaining her peakbagging success!

Loopster reached the summit cairn to claim her first Stone Mountain Provincial Park summit.

Loopster at the true summit of Summit Peak (6,611 ft.). Mount Saint Paul in the background. Photo looks WNW.
Summit Lake from the top of Summit Peak. The lower end of the S ridge Loop had come up is seen at lower L. Photo looks SSW.
Looking SE back at High Point 6,500 (1,981 m) (L). Upper portions of the S ridge are seen on the R.

Getting to the top of Summit Peak had been quite a trek.  Lupe and SPHP took a lengthy break at the summit.

There was so much to look at and admire from up here!  Many fabulous mountains of the Muskwa Range were in view.  Some of the highest, most dramatic peaks were on the far W or SW horizon, sporting big snowfields and glaciers.  SPHP had no idea what the names of those mountains might be.  They were simply beautiful, remote, and mysterious.

There was no lack of wonderful sights close by, either.

On the far horizon, mostly toward the SW & W, Lupe saw many mysterious high mountains with snowfields and glaciers. Photo looks WNW(?) with help from the telephoto lens.
Looking W(?) with help from the telephoto lens. SPHP had no idea what the names of any of these beautiful peaks might be.
Looking WSW(?)
Mount Saint George (7,402 ft.) in sunlight (R). Summit Lake (lower L) and Flower Springs Lake beyond it. Photo looks SSW.
View to the ENE. The mountains were lower in this direction.
Lupe wandering a bit down the N slope, the cairn at the top of Summit Peak in view beyond her. Photo looks S.
Back at the cairn. Although the day had started out totally clear, puffy white clouds were building. They didn’t seem threatening yet. Photo looks S.
An American Dingo surveys Stone Mountain Provincial Park from Summit Peak. Photo looks SSW.
View to the N.
Lupe stands at the N end of the summit area. Beyond this point the mountain dropped off very sharply. Photo looks ENE.

After 45 minutes on Summit Peak, it was time to think about starting for Mount Saint Paul.  Lupe and SPHP were about to leave when Lupe spotted movement.  People were coming!  They would arrive momentarily.  Lupe and SPHP waited, and met Dave & Nancy Leckschas.

The Leckschas were from the Okanagan region.  They were on a 2 month vacation, with plans to go up the Dempster highway.  Dave said he had climbed Mount Saint George once, some 31 years ago.  Summit Peak now seemed more difficult than that had been.  Encouraging news, since Lupe and SPHP were hoping to climb Mount Saint George tomorrow!

Lupe meets Dave & Nancy Leckschas from the Okanagan region on Summit Peak. The Leckschas were on a 2 month vacation which would include a trip up the Dempster Highway. Dave and Nancy were the only people Lupe saw all day, other than a couple of girls who had turned back early on.

When SPHP mentioned that Lupe intended to go on to Mount Saint Paul from here, Dave said there were already two people up there.  Dave lent SPHP his field glasses, and sure enough, two people could be seen very close to Mount Saint Paul’s summit.

After a nice chat with Dave and Nancy, Lupe and SPHP headed out, leaving the Leckschas to enjoy the solitude they had no doubt expected to find on Summit Peak.

Referring to the rest of the route to Mount Saint Paul from Summit Peak, although not in a very clear manner, the information at the trailhead had said “After this viewpoint there are no more rock cairns or a visible trail but the peak can be reached by continuing on along the ridge of the mountain.”

Well, maybe, but that’s not exactly how SPHP would have worded it.  Looking toward Mount Saint Paul (6,985 ft.) Lupe could see the ridge the sign was referring to alright.  There was one teensy detail that had been left out.  Continuing on along the ridge meant dropping more than 1,000 feet (330 m) down an extraordinarily steep rocky slope to a saddle leading to the next part of the ridge.

Looking toward Mount Saint Paul (L), Lupe could see the ridge leading to it (R), but getting to that ridge meant dropping 1,000 feet down the very steep, rocky slope seen at lower R. Not to quibble, but it seemed to SPHP that this was a detail that might have been worth mentioning on the signage back at the trailhead. Photo looks NW.

At first, “continuing on along the ridge” going NW from Summit Peak looked like such a challenge that SPHP hesitated.  This route was way steeper than anything the Carolina Dog had faced on the way up.  However, there was no doubt this had to be the way.  If others had done it, Lupe could too.  Lupe started down.

“Continuing on along the ridgeline”, a simple matter of a 1,000 foot steep rocky descent to the saddle below (green area on L) before having to subsequently regain it all immediately climbing back up onto the next part of the ridge (seen ahead also on the L). No choice, though. If Lupe was ever going to get to Mount Saint Paul from Summit Peak, she had to do it. Photo looks NW.

For a while, Dave and Nancy could be seen waving encouragement from up on Summit Peak as SPHP slowly, cautiously trudged down the steep slope.  It was soon evident this was actually going to work, although SPHP was clearly destined to chew up a bunch of time on the descent.  Finally the terrain began to level out.  Lupe reached the saddle leading to the next part of the ridge.

After a lot of waiting around for SPHP, Lupe reaches the saddle leading to the next ridge. Photo looks ENE.

The weather was suddenly starting to become questionable.  Each cloud was now sprinkling rain as it sailed by.  While Lupe traversed the saddle, the rain showers intensified.  SPHP grudgingly called a halt to dig the plastic rain poncho out of the pack.

Putting on the rain poncho worked wonders.  Within 10 or 15 minutes the rain showers were kaput.  Nada.  No more the rest of the day.  No doubt failing to have put on the rain poncho would have caused a cloudburst.  Life can be like that.  Anyway, the rain poncho had done its job.  Back in the pack it went.  Lupe and SPHP began the process of regaining the 1,000 feet the American Dingo had just lost, and started up the next steep ridge.

Lupe just past the saddle area. Photo looks W up the valley leading to the base of Mount Saint Paul (L). Lupe needs to climb the lovely little ridge on the R to get there.
Looking back at Summit Peak (R) and the ridge Lupe followed down to the saddle seen below to get here. That whiner, SPHP! Doesn’t look bad at all from this angle! Photo looks SE.
Starting to get high again! Summit Peak on the L. The ridge going down from Summit Peak to the R toward the far end of the valley is NOT the same S ridge Lupe climbed. That ridge is out of sight beyond the one seen here. Anyone interested in climbing only Mount Saint Paul might do well to skip Summit Peak entirely, and come up the valley on the R. Photo looks SSE.

At first, the climb up onto the ridge beyond the saddle was steeper and more challenging than anything on the way up Summit Peak had been.  Part of the way, SPHP found some use of hands advisable, even necessary.  Lupe regained a lot of elevation before the situation improved.

The ridge beyond the saddle didn’t become an easy trek until Loop was back up even with Summit Peak again.  She was still gaining elevation from here, though, because this ridge went higher than Summit Peak.

On the way up. The first part of the climb up this ridge beyond the saddle was steeper and more challenging than the S ridge Lupe had climbed going up Summit Peak. It’s starting to get easier here. Photo looks NW.
Lupe (a tiny brown speck not far from the green patch on the R) up on the easier, more level part of the ridge. Mount Saint Paul is not pictured, still off to the L of this photo. Photo looks WNW.
In addition to grand views all around, there was beauty in miniature, too. The delicate, colorful tiny plants of the tundra are always fascinating.
Way up high again! The high point of the ridge beyond the deep saddle coming from Summit Peak is seen on the L. However, a 2nd saddle Lupe would have to go over was still ahead beyond that high point. Photo looks W.

A second saddle existed along this ridge leading to Mount Saint Paul.  Even if Lupe followed the very top of the ridgeline the entire way, she wouldn’t lose nearly so much elevation going down to this second saddle from the next high point as she had on that first enormous drop from Summit Peak.  However, there didn’t seem to be any reason to gain more elevation than necessary only to lose and regain it again.

Lupe climbed far enough to get a little higher than the second saddle, which she could see ahead.  Here a faint, nearly level animal trail went directly across the slope S of the ridgeline straight to the saddle.  Following this trail allowed Loop to skip the next high point she’d been approaching on the ridge.

Once Lupe reached the second saddle, only the final steep climb to the summit of Mount Saint Paul remained.

Way up in NE British Columbia in Stone Mountain Provincial Park, intrepid American Dingo explorer Lupe continues up the ridge. Summit Peak is now far behind her on the R. Photo looks SE.
The second saddle is seen ahead on the R. Lupe headed straight for it from here following a faint animal trail across the rocky slope, enabling her to skip going all the way up to the high point on the far R. Mount Saint Paul, her ultimate objective, is on the L. Photo looks WSW.
Loopster getting close to the second saddle. Mount Saint Paul on the L. On the final climb to the summit, Loop would stay slightly to the L (SE) of the ridge leading to it. Photo looks WSW.
Lupe pauses at the second saddle for a look back at beautiful Summit Peak (Center). The ridge she has been coming up is on the L. Photo looks SE.

The final climb to the summit of Mount Saint Paul from the second saddle was steep enough so it wasn’t entirely clear if Lupe and SPHP would even make it to the top.  At last that happy moment arrived when Lupe popped up onto the summit plateau.  The Carolina Dog had made it!  SPHP was ecstatic!

An easy stroll brought Lupe to a cairn along the W edge of the summit plateau.  This was it, the summit of Mount Saint Paul (6,985 ft.)!

Made it! Lupe on the summit cairn on Mount Saint Paul. Photo looks SW.
Looking WNW. High Point 6831 (2,082 m) is nearby at far R.
Looking N.
Oh, yeah! I made it! All the way up Mount Saint Paul! Photo looks NW.

Reaching the summit of Mount Saint Paul was cause for celebration!  And a break, a fantastic hour long break.  Lupe relaxed by the summit cairn.  She had water and Taste of the Wild.  She toured all around the whole roomy summit plateau, which was highest toward the NW, but relatively level overall.

And of course, Lupe and SPHP gazed long upon the splendid glories of the Muskwa Range on display in every direction of the compass in Stone Mountain Provincial Park way up here in NE British Columbia.

Looking down the valley to the SW. A little section of McDonald Creek is seen way down at the far end. Photo looks SW.
Loop at the SW end of the summit plateau. Photo looks N back toward the true summit.
Loop still at the SW end of the summit plateau. The triangular high spot (R) at the end of the near ridge is High Point 6752 (2058 m) Photo looks SSW.
High Point 6722 (2,058 m) is now on the L. Photo looks SW with help from the telephoto lens.
Zoomed in on High Point 6752 (2,058 m) in the foreground now. Next we’ll zoom in on some of those distant snowy peaks. Photo looks SW.
Zoomed way in on the high peak straight out beyond High Point 6752 (2,058 m). Photo looks SW.
Now zoomed way in on the distant peak slightly more to the R (W). SPHP has no idea what the names of these gorgeous peaks are. Photo looks SW.
Two nearby ridges rise up to meet at Center of this photo. A more level sharp ridge continues farther from the meeting point sweeping around toward the R. The high point at the far R end is the summit of Mount Saint George (7,402 ft.). Photo looks SSW.
Zoomed in on Mount Saint George’s summit ridge. Tomorrow Lupe would try to climb Mount Saint George (7,402 ft.). She would go up the ridge seen at lower L to the meeting point reached with the ridge coming up from the lower R. From there, she would follow Mount Saint George’s sharp summit ridge as it sweeps around to the summit at the far end on the R. At least, that was the plan. Photo looks SSW.
SPHP no longer remembers what direction this distant snowfield was from Mount Saint Paul, but believes it was likely toward the W.
Looking back up toward the summit of Mount Saint Paul from near the SE edge of the summit plateau.
The ridge Lupe came up from Summit Peak is highlighted in sunshine (Center). The first deep saddle from Summit Peak is at far R. The second saddle before the final ascent up Mount Saint Paul is on the far L. Photo looks NE.
Beautiful Lupe taking it easy on Mount Saint Paul.
At the summit. Photo looks NW.

Lupe’s beautiful, joyous hour on Mount Saint Paul passed by.  It was a long way back to the G6.  Best get a move on.  Looper wasn’t going to return using the same route she had come up.  It was late afternoon now, and she didn’t have time to go all the way back to Summit Peak.

Back on Summit Peak, Dave Leckschas and SPHP had commented that Mount Saint Paul’s SE ridge looked like it ought to serve as a good shortcut back and a reasonably easy route down.  Now looking down on it from above, it didn’t look quite so amenable.  Most of the SE ridge was fine.  Getting down to the easy part was the problem.  The upper end of the ridge near the top of the mountain was steeper and more challenging than SPHP expected.

Lupe relaxes near the E edge of the summit plateau. Here she’s got a fantastic view of Summit Peak (6,611 ft.) (Center L) and High Point 6500 (1,981 m) (Center R) leading to it. The distant ridge on the R is the one Lupe climbed on the way up Summit Peak. The near ridge at lower R is part of Mount Saint Paul’s SE ridge SPHP had expected Lupe would be able to take back to the G6.
The upper end of Mount Saint Paul’s SE ridge is in the foreground. Doesn’t look bad from this angle. Photo looks E.
At the top of the long SE ridge (foreground) leading down from Mount Saint Paul. Summit Peak at Center. Photo looks SE.

Lupe and SPHP started down Mount Saint Paul’s SE ridge.  The upper ridgeline was pretty ragged with drop offs that had to be negotiated around.  Lupe always stayed on the less steep R (SW) side of the ridgeline when she couldn’t make progress right on it.

SPHP is always terribly, terribly slow on steep rocky descents like this.  After a while, SPHP became discontent with the rate of descent.  Everything was fine, Lupe would have gotten there, but it seemed like it was taking forever to reach the lower, easier part of the ridge.  SPHP got the numbskull idea that things looked easier off to the SW away from the ridgeline.

They weren’t!  Soon Lupe found herself far from the ridgeline heading down a slope so steep and rocky that even the Carolina Dog was becoming alarmed.  Lupe begged SPHP to stop.  She wanted to be held, petted, comforted, reassured.  SPHP periodically obliged her, but never for long.  It was imperative to get down to the easier terrain far below.

Zigzagging ever so cautiously down the slope trying to avoid drop offs at a series of horizontal rock bands was incredibly slow, and Lupe had to go a lot farther down this way to reach more reasonable terrain than she would have staying on the ridge.  The American Dingo made it, though.  Anxious to be out of the rocks, she sped ahead long before SPHP was able to move freely.

Deep in the shadow of the mountain, SPHP finally reached the floor of the upper valley.  How long had that descent taken?  It seemed like hours.  Crazy!  Pathetic!  Nerve-wracking!  Thankfully, it was all over now.  To SPHP, the trek ahead down the huge valley was just a relaxing end to the long day of peakbagging.  To Lupe it was the best part of the whole journey.

Lupe ran and ran, far from SPHP, wherever she pleased.  She sniffed, played, explored.  SPHP had to keep an eye on that fleet brown and white speck dashing across the countryside, to make sure it never disappeared from sight for very long.  Loop periodically returned, grinning ear to ear, panting hard.

It was still a long way back.  Lower down, Lupe came to hillsides full of bushes nearly as high as SPHP.  Pushing through them threatened to become a difficult, hopefully not impossible, task.  The sun was down, and the long twilight of the N country was slowly fading when finally a deep ravine appeared ahead.  A creek was at the bottom.  Lupe scouted the edge of the ravine until she found a way down to cross the creek.

A 75 foot descent and subsequent higher ascent up a steep embankment on the other side of the creek brought Lupe to a much anticipated link to civilization.  The trail!  Yes it was here!  Lupe was at the base of Summit Peak’s S ridge.  No worries now.  Puppy ho!  Onward!  Back to the G6.  What a fabulous day!  (9:50 PM)

Summit Peak (L). Mount Saint Paul’s SE ridge (Center). Lupe’s playground on the way back, the vast valley on the R. Photo looks SE.

Related Links:

Mount Saint George, Stone Mountain Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada (8-5-17)

Stone Mountain Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada

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