Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 280 – Peak 6361 & Peak 5802 (10-17-21)

11:20 AM, 58ºF – W of Custer SPHP turned off Hwy 16, parking the RAV4 along Lightning Creek Road (USFS Road No. 288).  Lupe bounded out.  Blue skies, warm and sunny!  A superb day for a Black Hills expedition!

Snow left over from last week’s storm was melting away in the forest as Loopster trotted NW along Lightning Creek Road.  The Carolina Dog had barely gotten started, when she suddenly noticed movement down the steep bank to the E.

SPHP, look!  A buffalo!

Setting out on Lightning Creek Road. (USFS Road No. 288). Photo looks NW.

Yup!  There’s a bison ranch down there, Loop.

You mean to say that’s a tame buffalo, not a wild one?

Tame?  Hmm.  Don’t know I’d go that far.  Used to seeing people and traffic maybe, but bison have minds of their own.

I bet it’s delicious!

Delicious?  I’ll say!  Don’t go getting any ideas, though, Loop.  That buffalo is even bigger than it looks from up here.  Easily more than a match for any pipsqueak American Dingo, no matter how feisty.

Pipsqueak!

Yeah, pipsqueak, so leave that buffalo alone!  Come on, let’s go!  We’ve got mountains to climb!

Lupe hesitated.  The buffalo was fascinating!  When it just stood around for several minutes, though, the Carolina Dog finally decided she might as well move on, and went running off after SPHP.

Where the pines shaded it, Lightning Creek Road was sloppy with mud and slush from melting ice.  Loop soon came to a partial view of a long forested ridge.  Near the top, a seemingly unbroken line of limestone cliffs ran along its entire length.

Wow, might be harder than I thought, Looper!

Is that the mountain we’re going to climb, SPHP?

Yes.  One of them.  That’s Peak 6361!

Oh!  Another one of your numbered Lists of John peaks with more than 300 feet of prominence, SPHP?

Yup.  Figure we might as well do some of them, since you’ve already been to all the named peaks we can climb in the Black Hills, most more than once.  These Lists of John peaks are something new and different.  Never know what we might see!

Or not see, like a way up!

Eh, don’t worry about that yet, Looper.  Topo map looks like Peak 6361 might be easier from over on the other side of the mountain, so let’s head over that way to check it out.

Peak 6361 from Lightning Creek Road. Photo looks N.

As Lupe continued NW along Lightning Creek Road, SPHP kept an eye on Peak 6361.  There really didn’t seem to be any way up from the S.  Not too worrisome yet.  Loop probably really could climb it from the N.

Peak 6361’s true summit was near the E end of the mountain, but the biggest, most impressive cliffs were clearly way over at the SW end.  After summiting, Lupe ought to visit those cliffs!  The best views Peak 6361 had to offer might well be from up there.

Enjoying the trek along Lightning Creek Road. Photo looks NW.
Peak 6361’s SW cliffs (L). Photo looks N.

A mile from Hwy 16, Lupe came to some corrals shortly before reaching a junction with USFS Road No. 288.1A.  Taking a shortcut through a big parking area for horse trailers W of the corrals, she reached No. 288.1A NE of the junction.

Approaching the corrals near the junction with USFS Road No. 288.1A. Photo looks NNW.

More than 0.25 mile N on No. 288.1A brought Lupe to another junction, this time with No. 288.1B.  The Carolina Dog was now due W of Peak 6361.  A short section of No. 288.1B headed right for the base of the mountain, where the road forked again.

From here, No. 288.1B veered R (S), destined to curl around to the S side of Peak 6361, an approach that wasn’t going to work.  Loopster went L instead, taking No. 288.1C N.  To access this route, she had to go under an odd single strand bungie rope gate in a barbed wire fence.  Suspecting the rope might be electrified, SPHP was a little leery, but passed through without incident.

W end of Peak 6361 from the junction with USFS Road No. 288.1B. Photo looks ENE.
Heading for the N side of Peak 6361 on USFS Road No. 288.1C. Photo looks N.

As No. 288.1C swung around to the ENE, the N slopes of Peak 6361 began coming into view.  This side of the mountain was a lot snowier, but the terrain was otherwise much more favorable for an ascent.  No line of cliffs visible near the top!

Lupe stuck with the road, slowly gaining elevation, until she reached what appeared to be a favorable spot.  The Carolina Dog then left the road, plunging into the forest climbing SSE through 4″ to 6″ of snow.

Ridges across the valley from Peak 6361. Photo looks WSW.
N of the mountain. Lupe left No. 288.1C near this point. Photo looks E.
Heading up Peak 6361’s N slope. Photo looks SE.

The snowy ascent through the forest never got very steep.  Near the top, Lupe saw a yellow cliff off to the E, but never came to one herself.  A steady romp higher, and that was about it.

As the American Dingo gained Peak 6361’s main E/W ridge, she made an unexpected discovery.  A road was up here!  Apparently it originated somewhere farther E along No. 288.1C than Lupe had been.

On the unexpected road near the top of Peak 6361’s main ridge. Photo looks E.

Lupe had come up near the low point of the main ridge about a third of the way E along the mountain from the cliffs at the SW end.  Saving the views from those cliffs for last, Loop headed E looking for Peak 6361’s true summit.

The main ridge was plenty wide and almost flat.  Travel was easiest S of the crest where there wasn’t much snow.  Forest effectively hid the views, although there were tree-broken glimpses.  The terrain rose slowly as Lupe roamed E.  The ridge eventually narrowed somewhat.  Loop came to a path which began climbing a little more aggressively.  It soon brought her to the base of a small hill at Peak 6361’s far E end.

An easy stroll higher, and Lupe was at true summit of Peak 6361.

Up on the main ridge close to where Lupe first reached it. Photo looks E.
Exploring the forest on the way to the true summit. Photo looks ENE.
On the use trail where the ridge narrowed somewhat. Photo looks E.
Approaching the summit. Photo looks E.

12:57 PM, 64ºF, Peak 6361 summit –  Peak 6361’s summit had 3 lobes.  From a central high point, which was grassy and partly covered with old deadfall, an uninteresting NW lobe extended only a short distance into the forest.  Another short lobe went E, also into the forest.  As the top of a limestone outcropping, this lobe was more scenic.

The most interesting lobe was the SW one, which was somewhat larger than the others.  The SW lobe featured two cairns sitting next to each other near the best viewpoint, which was where Lupe first came up.  After venturing briefly over to the true summit, Loopster returned to this viewpoint to bask in the warm sunshine, and help SPHP polish off a chocolate coconut bar, a task effortlessly completed in nanoseconds.

Lupe followed up the chocolate coconut bar with some Taste of the Wild, while SPHP munched an apple.  Northeast Cicero Peak (6,240 ft.) off to the SE was the big view on display.

By the twin cairns where Lupe first reached the true summit region.
At Peak 6361’s true summit. Photo looks NNE.
The summit regions’ SW lobe from the true summit. Photo looks WSW.
Northeast Cicero Peak (Center) on the horizon. Photo looks SE.

By getting up and moving around the summit region a bit, other decent views were on offer from various gaps between the pines.  Lupe saw the plains of Wyoming far to the SW, and both Twin Sisters (5,920 ft.) and Peak 5802 to the SSE.  Loop had been to Twin Sisters before.  The plan was to climb Peak 5802 later on today.  It didn’t look very big from here.

Looking SW.
Twin Sisters (L of Center) and Peak 5802 (R of Center) are visible beyond the snowiest field. Photo looks SSE.
Peak 5802 (Center), which Lupe would be climbing later on today. Photo looks SSE with lots of help from the telephoto lens.

Since Lupe still intended to visit the viewpoint from the cliffs 0.5 mile away way over at Peak 6361’s far SW end before heading down the mountain, she spent only 35 minutes at the summit.  Before departing, she toured all 3 summit lobes, and briefly returned to the true summit.

SW summit lobe from the E lobe. Photo looks W.
Back at Peak 6361’s true summit. Photo looks NW.
Final moments up on the SW lobe before departure. Photo looks E.

As she headed back W, Lupe explored more of the main E/W ridge.  NE of where she’d first reached it earlier in the day she came to a fairly open area featuring just about the only view to the N from Peak 6361.  Nothing too dramatic, just some even higher forested ridges beyond the next valley.

View to the NW from the open area N of Peak 6361’s main ridge.

The far SW viewpoint was considerably lower than Peak 6361’s true summit, but did turn out to be a great vantage point.  Approaching it, Lupe discovered another trail heading that way.  As anticipated, this trail ended at a big flat spot, but instead of the expected exposed limestone, the ground was covered with pine needles.

Approaching the SW viewpoint. Photo looks S.
Surprise! Pine needles instead of exposed limestone. Photo looks SW.

Turned out that the limestone platform was actually a bit lower beyond the initially visible edge.  A short easy slope led down to it.  Venturing out onto the platform for a look around, the views were certainly worth the effort expended to get here!

Out on the limestone platform of Peak 6361’s far SW viewpoint. Photo looks SW.
USFS Road No. 288.1A is visible down in the valley. Photo looks W.
Looking SW with help from the telephoto lens.
Intersection of USFS Roads No. 288 and No. 288.1A (L). Photo looks W.
Looking SE.

Satisfied with her SW viewpoint experience, Lupe returned to the road she’d found earlier, following it all the way back down the mountain.  Sure enough, it linked up with USFS Road No. 288.1C well E of where she’d left it.  Enjoying a pleasant, easy return, Loop retraced her former route back to the RAV4.  (3:12 PM, 71ºF)

Back on USFS Road No. 288.1C during the return. Photo looks W.

Mid-afternoon on a short October day, Peak 5802 was too far away to simply hoof it on over there from where the RAV4 was parked, so SPHP had to drive a bit to get closer.  On the way, 3.5 miles S of Hwy 16 along Pleasant Valley Road (USFS Road No. 715), there was a curious site – a pullout by a big rock with a plaque on it.

Eh, why not?  SPHP stopped so Lupe could take a look.  The plaque and a wooden sign nearby both bore a distressing message.

It’s a lie!  A complete and total lie, SPHP!  We both saw the proof just a few hours ago!  Why is this here?  Who would ever do such a terrible thing?

At Buffalo Rock.
The evil plaque.
Collaborated by this fading sign.

Says right here on the plaque, Loop – Joe Heumphreus, Bob Patterson and Charley Sager.

Well. that’s awful!  It’s not true, either, SPHP!  We saw that buffalo on the way to Peak 6361 today!  Remember?  It was alive!  We’ve seen plenty of other buffalos in the Black Hills, too!  Custer State Park has hundreds of them, maybe thousands!

About 1,300 to 1,500, I think.  The sign is probably right, though, Loop.  The last native buffalo in the Black Hills probably was killed here in 1884, but there were still some buffalo left in Yellowstone and a few other spots.  Wind Cave National Park eventually acquired 14 buffalo in 1913, and Custer State Park brought in another 36 buffalo the following year.

Oh!  Really?  That’s why we still see buffalo?

As far as I know, yes.  The parks aren’t the only places with buffalo these days.  There are private herds owned by ranchers, too.  The bison we saw this morning was part of a private herd.

Well, however they got here, I’m glad there are still buffalos in South Dakota, SPHP!  Hope no one ever kills the last one again!

Me, too, Looper! 

3:37 PM, 68ºF – Roughly 0.6 mile S of Buffalo Rock, SPHP turned off Pleasant Valley Road onto USFS Road No. 715.3L, parking the RAV4 on a grassy slope.  Getting a little late in the day, but Peak 5802 was only about a mile NW as the crow flies.  Lupe could start for it from here.

About to set off for Peak 5802! Photo looks W.

In the shadow of a mountain to the W, USFS Road No. 715.3L was sloppy with mud and slush as Lupe followed it NW.  0.5 mile brought her to a fork where No. 715.3M split off heading WNW.  Peak 5802 was already in sight, but looked quite steep from here.

A check of the topo map showed that the easiest route up was likely from the E on a slope N of the mountain.  Since No. 715.3L would go right past the base of that slope, Lupe stuck with it, staying to the R.

Peak 5802 dead ahead! USFS Road No. 715.3M (L). Lupe went R sticking with No. 715.3L. Photo looks NW.

No. 715.3L now went N avoiding a ranch to the E.  The road gradually lost elevation, reaching a low point less than 0.25 mile NW of Buffalo Rock, which wasn’t visible from here.  No. 715.3L then turned NW going up a narrow valley.  A small herd of cattle, concerned by the unexpected appearance of an American Dingo, led the way.

Near the low point of USFS Road No. 715.3L as it heads around a ranch. Buffalo Rock is out of sight just beyond the hillside L of the buildings. Photo looks SE.
Starting up the narrow valley. Photo looks N.
Following cows, much to Lupe’s delight! Photo looks NW.

About a mile from the fork where No. 715.3M had split off, No. 715.3L flattened out.  Lupe left the road here heading W up a forested slope, gradually curving SW as she climbed higher.  The slope steepened and became snowier as she approached a saddle on the ridge to the W, but getting up there was no problem.  A short break was taken up on the ridgeline, which was sunny and snow-free.

Heading higher shortly after leaving USFS Road No. 715.3L. Photo looks WNW.
Up on the sunny ridgeline. Photo looks SE.

Loop was now 0.25 mile N of Peak 5802, already at 5,700 feet.  Heading SE after her break, she climbed a rock outcropping where the ridge was very narrow.  These rocks provided a view of Twin Sisters (5,920 ft.) to the NNE.  Sylvan Hill (7,000 ft.) and Black Elk Peak (7,231 ft.) were also visible in the distance.

Twin Sisters (L), Sylvan Hill (R of Center), and Black Elk Peak (R). Photo looks NE.

Beyond the rocky viewpoint, the ridge broadened out.  Lupe started up a gently-sloping forested hill.  Angling S to avoid having to go all the way to the top, she was soon past the hill on a shallow descent toward the saddle leading to Peak 5802.

At the saddle N of Peak 5802 (Center). Photo looks S.

Crossing the saddle, a moderately steep trek 100 feet up Peak 5802’s N slope, and the American Dingo was there.

5:11 PM, 66ºF, Peak 5802 – The true summit, which was right where Lupe came up, was a small knoll a few feet higher than than anywhere else on a 500 foot long summit ridge that curved away to the SE.  To the W, the ridge extended only another 25 feet.  Ponderosa pines blocked the views to such an extent that there really wasn’t much to see.  A narrow view of Parker Peak (4,848 ft.) far to the S was about it.

Arriving at the true summit of Peak 5802. Photo looks SSE.
Parker Peak, the high point of Fall River County, is the distant barren hill at Center. Photo looks S with help from the telephoto lens.

The sun was already getting quite low.  After tagging the high point, Lupe explored the SE ridge.  A single large boulder sat at the far end next to where the ridge began dropping off steeply.  Loop got up on it briefly before returning to the true summit.

Exploring the SE portion of the summit ridge. Photo looks N.
On the boulder at the S end. Photo looks SE.

Shall we take a break here, Loopster?  Just to absorb a little Peak 5802 ambiance?

Sure, SPHP!  Kind of quiet up here, though, and not much to see, either.

Sometimes that’s just the way it goes, Loop.  Not every mountain is going to turn out to be a scenic wonder.  They are all unique, though, and simply being up here together sharing the experience makes it a special place.  How many other Dingos have ever been to Peak 5802?  Hardly any, I bet!

You’re right, of course, SPHP!  We like the peace and solitude, don’t we?  Still, the ambiance could be improved.

How so, Loop?

Got another chocolate coconut bar in the pack?

As a matter of fact, I do!  Hang on, I’ll get it!

The sun was about to set when Lupe started down.  At the saddle just N of the true summit, SPHP peered down the steep slope to the W.  Looked doable, and would be a bit of a shortcut back to the RAV4.  The Carolina Dog gave it a go.

Turned out that a jeep trail must have come up this way once upon a time.  As Lupe lost elevation, the faint old road became more and more apparent.  Hundreds of feet lower, the road faded away again, the slope of the hillside diminishing as Loopster entered a big valley.  Gradually turning SW, the Carolina Dog eventually reached a much better road.

USFS Road No. 715.3M?  Probably.  Following the road SE for nearly a mile confirmed SPHP’s suspicions.  Lupe arrived back at the fork where No. 715.3M left No. 715.3L.  Still 0.5 mile to go to get back to the RAV4.

Splish-splash!  At the end of a perfect day, her belly dirty and wet, Lupe trotted along the muddy, slushy road in the gathering gloom happy as could be.  (End 6:41 PM, 42ºF)

Peak 5802, Black Hills of South Dakota, 10-17-21

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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 279 – Devils Bathtub, Spearfish Falls, Roughlock Falls & Roubaix Lake (10-11-21)

10:13 AM, 56ºF – A gorgeous morning, comfortably cool and clear as a bell!  Lupe paused on the Cleopatra Place bridge for a look at Spearfish Creek.  SPHP was surprised by how much water there was even after a summer of drought.  Squaw Creek, a tributary joining in immediately upstream of the bridge, was another matter.  Squaw Creek did look low.  Not a bad thing, since it would have to be rock-hopped a bunch of times on the way to the Devils Bathtub.

Spearfish Creek from the Cleopatra Place bridge. Squaw Creek visible at lower L.

The Carolina Dog had attempted to visit the Devils Bathtub a couple of times in recent years, but had never made it all the way there.  The first time, SPHP thought she had, and didn’t figure out until later that the Devils Bathtub actually must have been farther up Squaw Creek.  The second time, ice and snow had made the rock-hopping so treacherous that SPHP had given up on it.  Lupe wound up climbing Spearfish Peak (5,800 ft.) and Little Crow Peak (5,885 ft.) instead.

Third time a charm?  Hopefully!  Lupe continued on across the Cleopatra Place bridge.  The Devils Bathtub trail, which goes up the Squaw Creek canyon, started just off to the R.  The Carolina Dog quickly arrived at the first and only bridge over the little creek.

On the first (and last) bridge over Squaw Creek.

Although the Devils Bathtub trail would cross Squaw Creek numerous times, right after the bridge it stayed on the SW side of the creek for a while.  Even here near the start, the canyon Lupe was venturing into was fairly narrow and steep-sided.  The entire canyon was full of trees and bushes sporting fall colors.  Loop enjoyed prowling among dead leaves and mossy stones looking for squirrels.

Among the leaves and mossy stones.

It didn’t take too long to get to the first stream ford, a crossing forced by a pinch point where Squaw Creek flowed right next to a wall of rock.  With the water so low this time of year, the ford was an easy rock-hop for SPHP.  Lupe didn’t bother rock-hopping, she just waded on through.

At the first ford.

As Loop continued up the canyon, the cliffs forcing many of the stream crossings became taller and more impressive.  In some places the trail was braided, with viable paths on both sides of Squaw Creek.  None of the frequent fords presented any real difficulties.  Slick, damp stones were the biggest worry for SPHP.  Lupe didn’t worry at all.

The rock walls forcing the stream crossings kept getting taller.
Father upstream at another ford. One of many.

Less than a mile from the start, the canyon narrowed some more.  Lupe reached a spot where Squaw Creek flowed over bedrock at the base of a long cliff.  Hugging the cliff, the Devils Bathtub trail went over shelves of solid rock right next to the stream.

Approaching the start of the continuous rock wall on the NE side of Squaw Creek.
The Devils Bathtub trail goes over these shelves of bedrock along the base of the cliff.

Lupe soon came to a series of waterfalls plunging into pools several feet deep.  Between these pools Squaw Creek raced through narrow chutes carved into the bedrock.  The overall effect was very beautiful.  In lots of places Lupe could leap over Squaw Creek in a single bound.  Even SPHP could just step across.

It didn’t take long to reach the large pool SPHP had mistakenly taken for the Devils Bathtub during Lupe’s first attempt to find it 2 years ago.

Continuing upstream along the cliffs.
On a midstream rock.
Looking downstream.
As far as Lupe had made it on her first attempt to find the Devils Bathtub back in 2019. She’d turned around here when SPHP mistook this pool for the real deal.

A little bit of scrambling around on the rocks had been required shortly before reaching this point.  Somewhat more challenging scrambling was required to go any further.  Nothing too daunting, but Lupe did have to traverse short stretches on narrow ledges 15 or 20 feet above the creek.

Up on a ledge above the Fake Devils Bathtub (L). Photo looks downstream.
Continuing past Fake Devils Bathtub (R).
Just past the Fake Devils Bathtub near the small waterfall that pours into it.

As it turned out, Lupe had almost made it to the real Devils Bathtub two years ago.  Only a few hundred feet upstream of the Fake Devils Bathtub, there it was!

On the ledges approaching the real Devils Bathtub, the upper pool seen here.

Trotting along narrow ledges with complete confidence, Lupe arrived in jig time.  SPHP, on the other paw, crept cautiously along the skinniest parts, but even that delayed arrival only momentarily.

At the Devils Bathtub. The official one!

Congratulations, Loopster, you made it!

So this is the Devils Bathtub, SPHP?  The real one?

Yes, the official one!  No doubt about it this time.

I’m not seeing any devils.  Can’t sniff them, either.  Are they invisible?

Hmm.  Well, I’m not sure, maybe so?  Or maybe it isn’t bath time?  I hear they like to play dirty tricks, so they probably don’t bathe very often.  Maybe just on Saturday nights?

Saturday night doesn’t make much sense to me, SPHP.  I doubt the devils dress up and go to church on Sunday morning!

Good point, Looper.  I really don’t know.  Anyway, this is a beautiful spot, isn’t it?  Let’s have a look around.

The Devils Bathtub wasn’t very big, so the “tour” didn’t take long at all.

Except close to the waterfall that raced down a slippery chute shaped like a waterslide into the Devils Bathtub, most of the pool wasn’t all that deep, just a few feet.  That was plenty deep for a Carolina Dog, though.  Lupe was not inclined to take a bath.  She waded along the edge of the shallow downstream outlet getting her paws wet, but otherwise did not go in.  SPHP avoided the water completely.  July or August was really the time to be here.

The water was cold and clear.  SPHP looked for fish, but they seemed to be just as scarce as devils.

Not all that much to the Devils Bathtub, is there, SPHP?

No, but it’s a scenic spot at the end of a nice hike, and quite a popular place to cool off in the summer.

I suppose its more exciting when the dirty devils show up.  Want to go up by the waterfall, SPHP?

Sure!

To get to the waterfall meant scrambling up on another narrow ledge, but it was no big deal and gave a different perspective.

On the ledge leading to the waterfall that feeds the Devils Bathtub.
Looking down the waterslide chute.

Neither Lupe nor SPHP was inclined to test the waterslide concept.  Might not be as smooth and as slippery a ride as it looked, and it was October, after all.  Would have been an exceedingly brisk experience.

Are we going any farther up the canyon, SPHP?  Looks like we could!

No, think this is it, Loop.  I went up there once a long time ago, before you were even around.  Don’t really remember too much about it.  There was a big old mine high on a steep hillside, the Cleopatra Mine, if memory serves, but the structure was crumbling away and dangerous even back then.  From what I can remember, the Devils Bathtub is the last of these scenic larger pools along Squaw Creek.

If we aren’t going any farther then, SPHP, why don’t we relax right here for a while?  Maybe we’ll get to see a devil!

Fine with me, but do you actually want to see a devil?  They’re evil you know.  Might be pretty dangerous if one comes along.

Oh, don’t worry about that, SPHP!  I’ll bite any devils that try to give us a hard time.

That’s why I always travel with a Carolina Dog!  You’re the best, Loopster!

A chocolate coconut bar, the American Dingo’s portion instantly inhaled, was shared at a sunny spot overlooking the Devils Bathtub.  Sadly, not a single devil turned up for Lupe to do battle with before it was time to start back down the canyon.

At the outlet from the Devils Bathtub, ready to head back to the RAV4.

12:10 PM, 61ºF, Devils Bathtub trailhead along Hwy 14A, Spearfish Canyon –  The return trek was just as gorgeous as the journey to the Devils Bathtub had been, but seemed to go even faster.  It was barely even lunchtime when Lupe arrived back at the RAV4.

What now, SPHP?  We aren’t done for the day already are we?

Oh, no!  Want to visit Spearfish Falls and Roughlock Falls while we’re in the area?  The trailheads aren’t that far away, just a few miles up Spearfish Canyon at Savoy.

The American Dingo was fine with that.  SPHP was soon parking the RAV4 at the Latchstring Restaurant.  The restaurant grounds bordered Spearfish Falls, but to actually get a good look, it was necessary to take a short trail down to the bottom of Spearfish Canyon.

A huge bald eagle was sitting on a stump out in front of the restaurant.  Before hitting the trail, Lupe went over to take a look at it.

Checking out the bald eagle in front of the Latchstring Restaurant in Spearfish Canyon.

Although a handsome specimen, the eagle proved none too lively, sitting completely motionless on its stump.  The action-oriented Carolina Dog quickly lost interest.  Heading over to the Spearfish Falls trail, she started the short journey down to the canyon floor.

The Spearfish Falls trail leaves the Latchstring Restaurant grounds just ahead on the L.
Sign at the trailhead.
View from a bench along the descent to the canyon floor.

The sign posted at the trailhead claimed that the Spearfish Falls trail was moderate difficulty and 1.5 miles round trip.  Both were exaggerations.  The wide, well-beaten path was mighty easy for Lupe, and it hardly seemed possible that it could have been 0.75 mile one way to the falls.  Once down to the canyon floor, a short trek brought Lupe to a bridge over Spearfish Creek.  The falls were only a little farther.

Spearfish Falls.
Spearfish Falls is on Little Spearfish Creek, which joins Spearfish Creek at the base of the falls. Got that?

Spearfish Falls may well be the tallest and most impressive waterfall in the entire Black Hills region.  Certainly worth the minor effort required to go see it!  Even at SPHP’s relaxed pace, the round trip took just a half an hour.

Next up was Roughlock Falls, only a mile away on USFS Road No. 222, which took off from Hwy 14A over by the Latchstring Inn across from the restaurant.  The Carolina Dog still had plenty of time left in the day, though.  Instead of driving all the way, SPHP merely moved the RAV4 over to the Roughlock Falls trailhead just past the inn.

The Roughlock Falls trail was broad and smooth.  Most of it was flat, or nearly so.  Super easy!  It went up the scenic side canyon carved by Little Spearfish Creek.  The trail generally wasn’t all that close to the creek, but shortly after Lupe set out, there was an opportunity to head down to it.

Little Spearfish Creek was cold, clear, and several feet deep.  Below the surface, dark green plants swayed in a swift current.  Small trout darted from one hiding spot to the next.

By Little Spearfish Creek. Photo looks upstream.
Same spot, looking toward the limestone cliffs across the creek. Photo looks N.

A mile went by fast.  Loop was soon standing on the boardwalk next to the cascades below Roughlock Falls.  From down here there was a great view of the cascades, but only a glimpse of the main waterfall could be seen at the far end of a narrow gorge.

On the lower boardwalk with a view of the cascades below Roughlock Falls.

For the best views of Roughlock Falls itself, Looper needed to get to the upper viewing platforms.  Crossing a nice bridge over Little Spearfish Creek, a short stroll along a sidewalk quickly brought her to the first of the upper viewpoints.

Looking downstream from the bridge over Little Spearfish Creek.
Roughlock Falls from the first upper viewpoint.

To get to the final viewpoint, Lupe crossed another bridge just upstream of the falls.  This viewpoint overlooked the brink of the falls.

Crossing Little Spearfish Creek again, this time just upstream of the falls.
Near the brink.

After enjoying Roughlock Falls from all these different vantage points, Loopster completed her tour by wandering through the picnic ground immediately upstream.

Little Spearfish Creek from the Roughlock Falls picnic area.

It was mid-afternoon when Lupe got back to the RAV4.  The sky had been clouding up on the way to Roughlock Falls, but it was getting sunnier again now.  The Carolina Dog had completed everything planned in the Spearfish Canyon area for today, so what now?  Tomorrow snow was in the forecast.  It would be a shame to just go home instead of enjoying what remained of this beautiful day.

This Black Hills Expedition seemed to be all about water.  Since Lupe had never been to Roubaix Lake before, SPHP decided a relaxing drive through the central hills to go see it might be just the ticket.

On the way, a stop was made up on Minnesota Ridge (6,240 ft.).  Lupe enjoyed a short romp looking for squirrels while SPHP had a look at the fall colors.

Enjoying a romp on Minnesota Ridge.
Fall colors.

Then it was on to Roubaix Lake!

Roubaix Lake wasn’t very big, sort of a glorified pond, but it did feature a campground with a sandy beach, plus a trail that went about halfway around the lake.

Arriving at Roubaix Lake, which is just a mile off Hwy 385 in the central Black Hills.

The trail started at a bridge over the outlet for Middle Box Elder Creek.  After crossing both the bridge and the dam, the trail headed SW right along the shoreline.

On the bridge over the outlet for Middle Box Elder Creek. Photo looks SE.
Along the SE shore after crossing the dam. Photo looks W.
Getting a drink not far from the dam. Photo looks N.

Middle Box Elder Creek enters Roubaix Lake over at the far SW end.  The trail began to fade away as Lupe drew near.  This part of the lake looked very shallow, full of mud and thick stands of tall reeds.  Late afternoon sunlight highlighted the reeds’ colors, making them glow.

By the colorful, glowing reeds. Photo looks SW.
SW end of Roubaix Lake. Photo looks W.

The trail went on, but appeared destined to disappear entirely.  Probably about time to call it a day by now, anyway.  A squirrel provided several minutes of excitement on the way back to the RAV4.

Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 279 had been a success!  Getting all the way to the Devils Bathtub for time ever had been the main objective, and Lupe had made it.  Third time had been a charm!  Really hadn’t been hard at all.  Spearfish Falls, Roughlock Falls, and Roubaix Lake were all just icing on the cake.

A lovely Black Hills autumn day, but tomorrow, a first taste of winter!

Roubaix Lake, Black Hills, SD 10-11-21

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