Day 5 of Lupe’s 2nd Summer of 2021 Dingo Vacation to Wyoming!
Six miles up the spectacular Shoshone River canyon W of Cody, the RAV4 emerged from the last of 3 tunnels along Hwy 16/20/14. Immediately off to the L was the Buffalo Bill Dam Visitor Center. SPHP drove another couple of miles to the first pullout along the big reservoir.
C’mon, Looper! Let’s have a look at Cedar Mountain(7,880 ft.)!
Happy to escape the RAV4 for a while, Lupe accompanied SPHP down to Buffalo Bill Reservoir’s shoreline, a rocky beach littered with driftwood bleached white by the sun. The beautiful lake consisted of two big arms, one extending miles W near the highway and another off to the S.
Along the E shore loomed a mighty triangular-shaped mountain, it’s rugged W face composed of a series of cliffs overlooking the lake.
That’s Cedar Mountain, SPHP?
Sure is, Loop! Don’t worry, though. We won’t be going up that way!
As waves rolled in, the Carolina Dog enjoyed a sniff along the N shore before SPHP suggested checking out the visitor center. 10 minutes later, Lupe was hopping out of the RAV4 at a paved parking lot right across a narrow channel from Cedar Mountain. The visitor center was a short stroll away.
The visitor center was not Dingo friendly, but Lupe was free to look around outside. A walkway over the dam, which was right next to the visitor center, provided a stunning view of the Shoshone River canyon.
It’s all very scenic, SPHP! Wonder what the views are like from way up on Cedar Mountain? Must be incredible!
Oh, I bet they are, Loopster! Let’s go find out!
Driving E back down the Shoshone River canyon into Cody, SPHP missed the sign for Spirit Mountain Road, mostly likely because there wasn’t one. The turn eventually proved to be about 2 miles W of Walmart, on the L (S) from that direction, just before Cedar Mountain Trail Rides. SPHP parked the RAV4 at a large trailhead 150 feet from the highway.
11:59 AM, 67ºF – Ready to go! The American Dingo left the trailhead on a dusty path which soon joined an even dustier trail used by the trail ride horses. Cedar Mountain’s lower slopes were sparsely dotted with cedars, alright, but Sagebrush Mountain might have been a better name. The horse trail quickly led to Spirit Mountain Road, which could be seen switchbacking ever higher up the NE slope.
The road hike wasn’t very exciting, but at least it was easy, just a steady climb winding up the mountain. The predominate sagebrush didn’t block the views, which inevitably improved as Lupe trudged higher. Cumulus clouds sailed overhead providing shade, but whenever the sun came out, so did the Carolina Dog’s tongue. Starting to get hot!
At a sharp turn where there were some rock formations, Lupe left the road for water promised by SPHP and a look around. Nearby, stretches of the Shoshone River could be seen. McCullough Peaks(6,547 ft.) were visible off to the NE beyond Cody. The most dramatic view was due N of Heart Mountain(8,123 ft.).
Continuing on, the day grew sunnier. Loopster plodded along behind SPHP, panting hard, clearly not too into this baking hot trek. Whenever SPHP paused for a look at the tremendous views or to gasp for air, the Carolina Dog sought the shade of the nearest cedar tree.
After many switchbacks, the road straightened and leveled out. Towers could be seen ahead up on Cedar Mountain’s E summit. It wasn’t much farther to a vacant parking area near a trail to Spirit Mountain Cave.
A key had to be acquired in advance in order to visit Spirit Mountain Caverns. Since SPHP hadn’t bothered to get one, there was no point in taking this side trail. Looper continued along the road. Soon she came to another vacant parking area near a blue gate.
This blue gate was as far as the public was supposed to drive along Spirit Mountain Road. Beyond this gate were 2 miles of private property. It was SPHP’s understanding that continuing on paw was acceptable, as long as one stayed on the road. In any case, the gate was standing wide open when Lupe reached it.
The American Dingo pressed on, coming to a brown gate, also open, 15 minutes later. Beyond the brown gate the road resumed its climb. Lupe passed through a short stretch of much thicker cedar forest. Beyond the forest, she entered more open territory again. This region was grassier with far less sagebrush.
By now, Lupe was getting quite high on the mountain. A short break was taken beneath a big cedar tree near a sharp bend in the road. Water and a shared chocolate coconut bar. Clouds were again providing relief from the sun, but these clouds were darker, and so many had moved in that the weather suddenly seemed iffy.
However, the sky brightened again. Loopster kept going. The towers of Cedar Mountain’s E summit came back into view, still several hundred feet higher. Lupe passed a house on the R before reaching a green gate. It was open, too.
Shortly after passing the green gate, Loopster started coming to the first of many towers scattered over the E summit region. The weather now seemed ominous. The sky had darkened again, and a strong breeze blew out of the NW. Rain, possibly hail, appeared imminent. Hurrying on, SPHP looked for shelter.
A gray concrete block building appeared on the L just prior to a fork in the road. Looked like it would do in a real emergency, but things weren’t that dire yet. Staying L at the fork, Lupe went a bit farther, ultimately seeking refuge in another patch of cedar forest as a gale suddenly swept over Cedar Mountain. Huge raindrops pelted Loopster as she reached the trees in the nick of time.
Or so it seemed. Not really, though. No sooner had the Carolina Dog reached the forest, which was a little way from the road, than the storm passed. The rain stopped. The wind died away. A squall, nothing more.
That’s it? Hah! I thought we were in for it, Loopster!
Maybe we ought to hang out here for a while yet, SPHP. Just to make sure we’re in the clear again.
I suppose that makes some sense. Sure, why not?
Another chocolate coconut bar would help to pass the time, SPHP! Got any more?
Oh, I see! Yes, but we only have one left. Don’t you want to save it for the summit?
No.
Silly me. Asking questions I already know the answer to.
The last chocolate coconut bar helped to pass all of about 10 seconds, and that only because SPHP took 9 to tear it into bite-sized pieces rather than one great wolf-it-down gulp. Re-energized, Lupe returned to the road.
Although Cedar Mountain’s E summit region incorporated quite a large area, Lupe didn’t have much farther to go to get to the top. After passing W through another stretch of forest, the road climbed a small rise. Here, several more towers and sheds were scattered along a narrow ridge.
A small rock outcropping proved to be the high point. For the first time during her ascent, Lupe had a view to the W, quite a spectacular one overlooking the Shoshone River canyon and the N shore of Buffalo Bill Reservoir. Rattlesnake Mountain(9,116 ft.) was just across the canyon, and Trout Peak(12,244 ft.) was visible among others on the horizon.
Cedar Mountain’s true summit, still 0.75 mile off to the WSW, was now in sight, too.
The best view was from the E summit’s far W end, only a short distance past the high point. The road went right to it.
From this grand viewpoint, the road went S down a steep open slope, then turned WSW toward the W summit. Lupe lost 250 feet of elevation before the road bottomed out in yet another forest and began to climb again. At the very end, a shorter steep slope led to a collection of small antennas.
The true summit of Cedar Mountain(7,880 ft.) was a 12 foot diameter platform of rock just beyond the antennas. The views of Buffalo Bill Reservoir 2,500 feet below, and the mountainous territory beyond it were stupendous!
A 20-25 mph NW wind was sweeping over the exposed platform when Lupe arrived. Clouds raced by, but except for occasional stronger gusts, the weather never really threatened again. Loop didn’t care for the wind at all, and spent nearly her entire summit hour either hunched down on the rock, or curled up on SPHP’s lap. Most of the time she was in shadow, but there were moments of sunshine, too.
Cedar Mountain was an awesome vantage point, but the NW wind was relentless. Lupe was ready when it was time to go. The American Dingo had one more thing to do up here, though! She was all the way back at the fork in the road at the E summit, when SPHP had a surprise for her.
Loopster, want to see a buffalo?
A buffalo? Up here? Sure!
Taking the fork to the R (N) that Lupe hadn’t explored earlier on the way up, it was less than 0.2 mile to a tombstone near cliffs overlooking the Shoshone River canyon. Nearby, on a platform of rock at the brink of the precipice, a buffalo stood alone in a gale.
A white buffalo! You were right, SPHP!
Awe and a touch of trepidation soon turned to disappointment when the buffalo did nothing, and a cautious sniff test subsequently revealed it to be a mere statue, not the real thing. In fact, the poor buffalo was a little worse for the wear, missing its horns and in need of fresh paint. Still it was a pretty cool buffalo, and certainly enjoyed a magnificent view.
Next to the buffalo, at the base of the platform, was a green metal box. Opening it, SPHP found another box of orange plastic tucked into foam padding. This box contained an elegant leather bound registry. Due to the fierce wind, SPHP read only one or two entries before adding Lupe’s name, and putting it all away again.
So, who was Breck Moran, SPHP? Was he a friend of the buffalo?
Don’t really know much about Mr. Moran, Loop. Says here that he was a crusader for Wyoming’s development. The buffalo is actually in honor of Buffalo Bill, who founded the town of Cody among many other exploits during a long, adventurous life.
So, Buffalo Bill was a friend of the buffalo?
No, not really. He was a famous buffalo hunter who killed thousands of them to supply Kansas Pacific Railroad workers with meat in the late 1860’s. But he must have liked buffalo. His 1906 will said he wanted to be buried up here on Cedar Mountain with a statue of a buffalo. However, in 1917, Buffalo Bill died while on a trip to Colorado, and his wife had him buried on Lookout Mountain(7,374 ft.) in Golden instead.
So, Buffalo Bill liked buffalo, but killed thousands of them? That doesn’t make any sense, SPHP!
Humans can be funny that way, Loopster.
Funny peculiar, maybe, SPHP! Not funny haha, especially for the buffalo!
Think of Buffalo Bill and the buffalo like Dingoes and squirrels. You love squirrels, but if it weren’t for trees, you’d be known as Squirrel Loop!
Evidently the American Dingo wasn’t sure what to say to that. She made no response. Taking leave of the white buffalo on it’s windy platform with the spectacular view high on Cedar Mountain, perhaps it was food for thought as Lupe returned to the road and started the long, winding trek back down to the RAV4. (End 8:01 PM, 75ºF).
Days 14-16 of Lupe’s 3rd Summer of 2020 Dingo Vacation to Wyoming & Montana!
8-18-20, 4:35 PM, 72ºF, Kings Hill Pass, Hwy 89 – As Lupe sniffed her way around the Kings Hill campground loop, sad thoughts. A few years ago, this had been a popular place. The campground was open again after being closed the last couple of times the Carolina Dog had visited, but hardly anyone around now. Most of the beautiful trees had been cut. A sign said water was no longer available due to the spring drying up.
Along the road to nearby Porphyry Peak(8,192 ft.), the situation wasn’t much better. Trees cut way back from the roadside were heaped in ugly brown piles. At least it only turned out to be this way near the start. After the first curve, the forest hadn’t been touched.
Looper trotted along keeping an eye out for squirrels. She’d spent much of the day relaxing by Jefferson Creek while SPHP caught up the trip journal. That had gotten mighty dull after a while, so she was happy just being on the move again.
Didn’t take long to reach Porphyry Peak’s summit. The sky was the clearest the American Dingo had seen it up here in years. Miles to the NE, Long Mountain(8,621 ft.), Big Baldy Mountain(9,177 ft.), and Yogo Peak (8,801 ft.), 3 of the highest peaks in the Little Belt Range, were all looking good!
8-18-20, 7:32 PM, 71ºF, Kings Hill Pass – Porphyry Peak hadn’t taken all that long. Loop had been back for an hour already. She was surprised, but all for it when SPHP suggested heading up to Kings Hill(8,008 ft.), too. With the air so clear and a few clouds around, maybe there would be a fabulous sunset?
Lupe arrived at the summit just in time. Eh, not super spectacular, but not bad, either.
8-19-20, morning, Hwy 89, S of White Sulphur Springs – Wet pavement was all the G6 encountered as an isolated storm drifted off to the E, but the sky still looked stormy ahead. After a brief stop in Livingston, SPHP drove S a couple of miles to a L turn (Hwy 89, MP 49.8) onto East River Road (Hwy 540). After crossing a bridge, East River Road curved SE.
Hey, SPHP! Wasn’t that the Carter bridge? We spent some time here down by the Yellowstone River not too long ago, didn’t we?
Yup! That’s right, Loop! We stopped at the river after checking out the Suce Creek trailhead, remember?
Isn’t that the trailhead for Livingston Peak(9,314 ft.)? Are we going to do that next?
Yes, and yes!
Having scouted it out before, SPHP drove right to the trailhead.
8-19-20, 11:10 AM, 64ºF, Suce Creek trailhead – A small thunderstorm passed through shortly after Lupe reached the trailhead, resulting in a 15 minute delay waiting in the G6 for the rain to stop. Quite a few clouds still around, but plenty of blue sky to the W, so maybe it was going to be OK? SPHP had a look at a posted map of area trails before Loop started up Suce Creek trail No. 44.
Heading SE, Lupe crossed a meadow. The trail then curved N, climbing into a region of tall bushes. Loop gained 100 feet of elevation before the trail leveled out. Here a junction appeared on the R with North Deep Creek trail No. 45, but the American Dingo ignored it and went on.
The Suce Creek trail soon curved back to the W and started downhill. After losing 280 feet of elevation, Lupe came to a large half-rotten log with a wooden handrail serving as a bridge over a small stream.
Just beyond the log bridge was another trail intersection, this time with West Suce Creek trail No. 450, which went off to the L. Directly ahead was Suce Creek itself. Lupe went R, sticking with Trail No. 44.
Staying SE of Suce Creek, the trail went NE up a long leafy valley. Due to the dense vegetation, Suce Creek was often heard, but seldom in sight. Before long, Lupe started coming to more signs. The first one mentioned an actual Livingston Peak trailhead 4 miles ahead. 9 or 10 minutes past this sign the trail forked.
The L branch quickly led to a bank overlooking Suce Creek where the trail simply ended, apparently eroded away. Returning to the R branch, there was a small “NF TRAIL” sign. Loop continued on this way.
45 minutes from the trailhead, Suce Creek trail No. 44 finally crossed Suce Creek. No bridge here, but the stream was merely a rock hop. Up to this point, Lupe had been gaining elevation quite slowly. However, the incline now steepened somewhat as she started up into the Lost Creek valley.
Lost Creek was just a tiny thing. The trail crossed it several times, often as little more than dry washes, or a mud hole at one point. Farther up the valley, Lost Creek actually had better flow. 45 minutes after crossing Suce Creek, Lupe crossed Lost Creek at a point where the stream was deepest, which still wasn’t saying much.
Beyond this final Lost Creek crossing, Trail No. 44 left the valley floor. Lupe climbed a short, steep slope. Curving sharply back to the SW, the trail promptly leveled out. Soon occasional breaks in the forest were providing first glimpses of Livingston Peak(9,314 ft.) and Mount Delano(10,138 ft.).
Loopster followed this nice, flat switchback for 0.5 mile before reaching a clearing at Pass 6420. A crude wooden bench offered a good view of Mount Delano. The top of what might have been Mount McKnight(10,310 ft.) was even in sight.
This clearing was a major intersection with a number of other trails. The upper end of West Suce Creek trail No. 450 went off to the SW from here. Just around a corner to the NE, was a spur going NW to the official Livingston Peak trailhead. Lupe had no reason to visit that destination, though. Instead she headed NE on Livingston Peak trail No. 449.
Lupe had traveled 4 miles in 2 hours to get to the clearing, but only had a net gain of 800 feet of elevation to show for it. Still 3,000 feet to go! Even so, the first part of the Livingston Peak trail still wasn’t steep. The trail wound NE on a broad, forested ridge gaining elevation at an easy to moderate pace.
SPHP began hearing a sound like the faint jingling of bear bells, but Lupe seemed oblivious to it. Turned out that the sound was actually water trickling through a rusty 4″ diameter pipe half buried along the edge of the trail. This pipe followed the trail for quite a long way, even after the trail left the ridge to traverse the same steep slope Lupe had been on earlier, but now well above that first long switchback.
From up here, Lupe had a much better view of Livingston Peak.
This upper switchback was also long and flat. Easy traveling! Loopster made rapid progress. Soon she could see a big rock formation 1.5 miles off to the ENE. Checking the topo map, SPHP suspected Pass 8300 was over in that vicinity.
Continuing NE, the terrain was changing. Somewhere along the way, Lupe left the moss-covered water pipe and upper switchback behind, as the steepness of the slope the trail was on began to decrease. The trail eventually turned E, crossing a fairly large meadow before returning to the forest where the Carolina Dog went over minor Pass 7060.
On the E side of Pass 7060, Livingston Peak trail No. 449 curved N, but soon gradually swung around to the E, then SE. For a little way, Lupe was on the NE side of the upper Lost Creek drainage. As soon as the trail dipped to cross the dry stream bed, the situation changed.
Up to this point, both the Suce Creek and Livingston Peak trails had been easy to moderate (at worst) climbs virtually the entire way. The couple of long switchbacks had been been quite flat, and beyond Pass 7060 there had been a stretch where Lupe had even lost a little elevation. However, on the SW side of Lost Creek, Trail No. 449 started climbing much more aggressively, pinned tightly between a steep forested slope and the creek bed.
On the NE side of the valley, large rock formations formed the crest of a long ridge rising to the SE.
At first, Lost Creek seemed to be completely dry this high up, but that wasn’t entirely true. Now and then a trickle of water surfaced, enough for Lupe to get a drink, but little more than that. The trail soon crossed back over to the NE side of the valley, where it remained from then on continuing relentlessly higher. Meanwhile, views of the rocky ridge to the NE became more and more impressive.
The last water in Lost Creek was seen right before the trees gave out. Ahead, a meadow stretched all the remaining distance up to Pass 8300. Another 200+ feet of elevation gain ought to about do it!
Pass 8300 was a broad grassy region. A large cairn sat out in the middle of it. Although the topo map showed a trail continuing over the SE side of the pass into East Baldy Basin, Lupe saw no sign of it. The view of the canyon on the other side was impressive, though, and so was the sight of a massive forested slab of rock on Livingston Peak’s N slope.
The N side of Pass 8300 was bordered by a grassy hill topped by a strip of forest above which a distinctive crest of solid rock curved like the brim of a giant old-fashioned bonnet. Back to the NW was a hazy view of Livingston, Montana, fully 3,800 feet lower way down in the Yellowstone River valley.
The S side of Pass 8300 was bordered by a steep forested slope. The N face of Livingston Peak(9,314 ft.) looked about 300 feet high, but only part of it could be seen from here. In reality, Loopster still had another 1,000 feet to go. After a short rest break, the American Dingo headed for the trees at the base of the slope.
Fortunately, a use trail went up Livingston Peak’s N face. The slope was so steep that SPHP kept grabbing branches and tree trunks for support, as Lupe charged practically straight up the mountain. Nearly the entire route was forested, but toward the top, the trees shrank in size and began to thin out.
Rock slides appeared, a few cairns showing the route higher. Above the rocks, Lupe found the trail again on a grassy slope dotted with young pines, but it soon played out, vanishing 50 feet below the top.
The rest was easy! Lupe reached a stony NW/SE oriented summit ridge. A cairn with boards and a metal pole sticking out of it at weird angles was visible a short distance to the SE. From the cairn, the true summit appeared to be over at a collection of rocks 25 or 30 feet farther SE, but they were only marginally higher.
5:08 PM, Livingston Peak – Whew! From Suce Creek, Livingston Peak had been a long march followed by that 1,000 foot very steep climb at the end. SPHP dumped the backpack by some stunted pines near the true summit. A couple photos of a survey benchmark attached to one of the largest rocks, and it was time for a break.
Too bad the sky wasn’t as clear as it had been earlier! Only weakly sunny now. Plenty of general murkiness, but still some blue sky to the N. A small thunderstorm rumbled 25 miles S, dropping heavy rain as it drifted NE. SPHP kept an eye on it as Looper relaxed. No worries. Gonna miss Livingston Peak by a wide margin.
The best views were to the S where Black Mountain(10,941 ft.) soared well beyond Mount Delano(10,138 ft.), which was connected by a long ridge of lesser peaks to Peak 10228 farther E.
The highest part of Livingston Peak’s summit ridge was 600 or 700 feet long. The N slope Lupe had come up had been very steep, but the S side of the mountain was even steeper, nearly a precipice. The true summit was much closer to the NW end of the summit ridge than the SE end, and the cairn even more so.
Another thunderstorm appeared W of the first one, but observation led merely to the conclusion that this storm was destined to miss Livingston Peak, as well. After enjoying a decent break, Loopster set off to explore the longer part of the summit ridge to the SE. Small pines concentrated along the S edge were easily bypassed by staying a bit to the N.
From the entire ridge, Lupe had a clear view of Peak 8631 and HP8460 to the NE. After traveling SE far enough to get past most of the trees, she also had a panoramic view of everything that way, too.
If Lupe had had the time, she could have explored Livingston Peak’s SE ridge for miles, but she went only 400 or 500 feet from the true summit to where the highest part of the ridge began to drop off appreciably. Doubling back to explore the much shorter section of the ridge NW of the true summit, SPHP kept a close eye on events to the SW where rain showers could still be seen beyond the lower Suce Creek valley and Yellowstone River.
Lupe went only 200 or 300 feet beyond the cairn to where the NW ridge got kind of rocky. Beyond this point, the ridge started dropping off much more steeply. Unfortunately, conditions to the W were deteriorating. What should have been a great view of Livingston, Montana was very hazy. Prairies, hills and mountains beyond it were barely visible. Far to the N was a dim view of the Crazy Mountains.
By the time Lupe had been up on Livingston Peak for 40 minutes, not a speck of blue sky remained. A third thunderstorm was now off to the SW. Not wanting to leave before her traditional hour at the top was over, Loop headed back to the stunted pines near the true summit to relax a while longer.
The entire S horizon darkened as the Carolina Dog watched a gray wall of heavy rain creep steadily closer, sweeping from vision everything in its path. Raining almost everywhere to the S now. Lupe and SPHP hung in there, enjoying a few last precious moments of rest, solitude, and quiet contemplation.
8-19-20, 6:12 PM, Livingston Peak – Alright! Hour’s up! Better get with it. A final stroll about the true summit area, and Lupe stood by the cairn on top of Livingston Peak(9,314 ft.) for the last time. The wall of rain to the S was only a few miles away now. Impact seemed certain.
Onward! Puppy, ho!
Might have waited too long! Hurry, hurry! Livingston Peak’s steep N slope would be extremely slick and super treacherous, if it got soaked. Bad enough when it was dry! In a rush, Lupe and SPHP left the summit heading NNW down the grassy slopes leading to the rock slides.
Uh, oh. Where’s the trail? SPHP couldn’t find it. Loop sniffed about, but didn’t seem to know where it was, either. A couple of minutes marching back and forth looking for some sign of it, and SPHP spotted a cairn down among the rocks. There we go!
Below the rocks, the trail was easily picked up again. The race was on, such as it was. SPHP had to proceed at least somewhat cautiously. Just too steep! Meanwhile, Lupe decided to play a game. The crazy Carolina Dog kept stopping and letting SPHP go on ahead. She just sat there until SPHP was completely out of sight before she’d even consider following. SPHP often had to call her again and again before she’d reappear.
Not a good time for these Dingo shenanigans!
Down, down, down! For some reason the rain was holding off. Ought to have been here by now. A few scattered big drops hit. Thunder rumbled closer and closer. Any moment now!
Yet it didn’t happen. Started sprinkling a few times, but kept quitting. Lucky! Would be great to get down to Pass 8300 before the rain really hit. Lupe finally got the idea that down was the place to be. The waiting and stalking game apparently over, she zipped on by SPHP.
Hah! Made it! There was Loopster waiting down at the pass.
Somehow the rain must have missed Livingston Peak? Even so, the race was still on. The way the sky looked, likely a temporary reprieve. Once SPHP joined Looper at Pass 8300, she led the way, turning NW down into the upper Lost Creek drainage on Livingston Peak trail No. 449.
The Luck of the Dingo held! The trail seemed longer than SPHP remembered, but Lupe got clear down past the steep part along Lost Creek, too. Still no rain, but storms were now squeezing in from both S and N. Making great progress here, though! The path was now level or a slight downhill slant most of the time.
The forest grew dim. Hard to tell what the storm situation was. Lupe made it over minor Pass 7060, and through the meadow! The American Dingo reached the long straightaway of the upper switchback, but trouble was inevitable. Trapped! Raining to the N! Raining to the S! Thunder and lightning to the W! Livingston Peak was the only place where it wasn’t raining. Not gonna last.
Toward the end of the upper switchback, it began. Light rain at first. Reaching the ridge leading down to the trail junction where the wooden bench was, SPHP stopped to put on the ancient tattered blue Cookie Monster look-alike rain poncho. Flashlight on! An already damp Dingo resumed the trek. Moments later, the deluge hit.
Not exactly a cloudburst, but it rained hard. Lightning flashed, thunder boomed. Totally drenched, Loopster was miserable and worried sick. Scary close! Again and again the impenetrable black forest suddenly lit up in a blinding blaze, momentarily illuminating dripping trees and pouring rain. An instant later black as death again, only the feeble beam of the flashlight revealing the muddy trail ahead.
30 minutes, and the rain abated. Thunder and deadly lightning drifted E. Occasional light showers, then nothing. No way to dry off, though. Sopping wet vegetation overhung the trail in too many places.
8-19-20, 10:08 PM, Suce Creek trailhead – The Livingston Peak adventure was finally over. SPHP opened the door of the G6, and a mighty weary American Dingo leapt inside. Atop a pile of gear and pillows, Lupe curled up on her pink blankie and started licking herself dry. Too tired to even eat much, she closed her eyes after only 0.5 can of Alpo. Lights out, totally zonked.
8-20-20, 7:22 PM, SW of Meeteetse, WY – Light already fading, Lupe stood alongside the W end of Hwy 431. Parched sagebrush and a white sky. Off to the W, a pink-orange sun had just sunk into the murk.
The Carolina Dog’s 3rd Dingo Vacation of the Year of Perfect Vision was over. Livingston Peak had been the grand finale. Lupe was going home.
August 20th! Wasn’t supposed to be like this. So many mountains yet to climb this summer! But the sun had been pink-orange at the Suce Creek trailhead this morning, too. SPHP hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Rained again for an hour. About mid-morning when it started getting sunny and hot, Lupe and SPHP had driven down to the Yellowstone River access point, and hung out down there for a few hours.
However, yesterday’s rains were merely local. By mid-afternoon, the air was hazy again. The plan was to go climb mountains in the Beartooths next, but when Lupe got there, the air was thick with smoke. Only a dim outline of the mighty Beartooths could be seen.
No sense in going to all the trouble of climbing big mountains smothered in smoke! Eh, no worries. The Beartooths aren’t the only mountains in the American West. Time for Plan B! Lupe could just slip down into Wyoming and head for the grand and glorious Wind River range.
Wyoming was no better. In fact, it was worse. Not a cloud in the sky. Ought to have been a perfect day. Looking straight up Lupe could see a blue tinge. Everywhere else, a dirty white sky. A uniform dirty white for hundreds of miles.
Somewhere out W, countless wildfires were raging. The Livingston Peak rain had been a lucky, local fluke. Almost everywhere else, the W was in drought. Come to think of it, the sky had been hazy only a few days ago even at West Butte(6,983 ft.) way up in the Sweetgrass Hills by the Canadian border.
SW of Meeteetse, SPHP came to the realization that the Wind River range wasn’t going to be any different. Not much chance of finding clear skies anywhere else out W either. Prime time to be in the mountains, yet maybe the season was effectively over? Significant, widespread rains weren’t likely this time of year. Not out W!
That’s what it was going to take, too, wasn’t it?
The Year of Perfect Vision felt cursed. Was climbing season really, truly over already? Was Lupe done? Enormously disappointing, but sure felt like it. Maybe the Carolina Dog’s grand day at Livingston Peak really was the end. (Home, 8-21-20, 1:35 AM)