Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 331 – Waterfalls, Trails, A Lake & A Trip Down Memory Lane with Cousin Dixie (5-24-24 to 5-26-24)

5-24-24, 1:00 PM – It was still mighty early to call it a day, but after the Ponderosa Hike along Centennial Trail No. 89, Uncle Joe’s right foot was feeling a little sore.  What to do?  SPHP recommended a scenic drive to Cheyenne Crossing for some hamburger therapy.

This suggestion proved to be a hit, and seemed to work.  Uncle Joe and Aunt Andrea both pronounced their hamburgers delicious, and Joe’s foot must have recovered to some degree, because no more complaints were heard about it.

From Cheyenne Crossing, easy hikes to a couple of the biggest and most popular waterfalls in the Black Hills were only a short drive away.

5-24-24, 3:00 PM – Enthused by the prospect of another outing, Lupe and Cousin Dixie scrambled to the top of the landscaping rocks out in front of the Latchstring Restaurant at Savoy.  The beautiful limestone cliffs of Spearfish Canyon were in all directions.

Lupe, Dixie and Andrea out in front of the Latchstring Restaurant (L) at Savoy in Spearfish Canyon. Photo looks NE.

From the N (L) side of the restaurant, a 0.3 mile long trail wound down to a bridge over Spearfish Creek before ending at Spearfish Falls.

Spearfish Creek.
Spearfish Falls.

A large deck near the base of Spearfish Falls offered the best view, but the falls could be seen from other angles, too.

Lupe, Dixie, Joe & Andrea on the Spearfish Falls view deck.
From a bit farther downstream.

Spearfish Falls is where Little Spearfish Creek plunges to the bottom of Spearfish Canyon and joins Spearfish Creek.  Only 1.25 miles upstream, Little Spearfish Creek boasts another iconic Black Hills waterfall.  While certainly possible to drive to Roughlock Falls, an excellent trail starts from behind the Spearfish Canyon Lodge right across Hwy 14A from the Latchstring Restaurant.

Naturally, Lupe and Cousin Dixie were both eager to explore the trail.

Crossing the Spearfish Canyon Lodge lawn on the way to the Roughlock Falls trail. Photo looks NE.

Shortly after picking up the Roughlock Falls Trail, it went past a dam on Little Spearfish Creek.  Beyond the dam, the trail paralleled the creek as it wound up this side canyon, ultimately leading to a deck with a view of a mossy cascade below Roughlock Falls.  From here, Roughlock Falls was only partially visible in the dark recesses of a narrow slot canyon.

The dam on Little Spearfish Creek. Photo looks NE.
Roughlock Falls (R) from the lower deck. Photo looks SW.

From the lower deck, a bridge over Little Spearfish Creek connected to a sidewalk that continued on up to the Roughlock Falls picnic area where 2 upper decks provided closer views of the falls.

Roughlock Falls (R) from one of the upper view decks. Photo looks SSW.
An unobstructed view from the same spot.
Zoomed in.

The upper deck situated closest to Roughlock Falls was accessible from another bridge over Little Spearfish Creek.  This deck provided a view from the very brink of the falls.

Joe, Dixie & Andrea (L) on the deck right next to Roughlock Falls. Photo looks SSE.
Both upper decks (L of Center & R) from the upper bridge. Photo looks ENE.
Roughlock Falls upstream view from the closest deck. Photo looks WSW.

Before heading back, a short hike through the Roughlock Falls picnic area led to a small scenic rapid along Little Spearfish Creek.

By the scenic rapid at the far end of the picnic ground. Photo looks WSW.
Lupe enjoying a fun day with Aunt Andrea, Uncle Joe & Cousin Dixie.

On the way back to the RAV4, still parked at the Latchstring Restaurant, a stroll along the walkway over the small dam was necessary so Uncle Joe could observe all the trout lurking in the deep water near the spillway.

Crossing the dam while Uncle Joe peers into deep green waters full of rainbow trout. Photo looks N.

5-25-24 – With Cousin Dixie, Aunt Andrea, and Uncle Joe still at Hotel Lupe for a couple more days, the American Dingo was certain more Black Hills adventures were ahead.  However, things got off to a slow start this morning, due to some business that had to be taken care of.  Mush and David showed up at 11:00 AM for the Green Metal Box party.

The Green Metal Box contained some of Grandma’s old valuables, and today was the day SPHP intended to distribute them among Grandma’s heirs.  The party took only an hour before everyone seemed satisfied with the result, but the humans all went to the Pizza Ranch for lunch when it was over.

During this excursion, Lupe and Cousin Dixie were both abandoned at Hotel Lupe, which was a bummer, but the humans did eventually return from their high calorie experience in need of some exercise.  Something not too strenuous, though, so soon after the damage was done.  SPHP suggested a trek on Centennial Trail No. 89 to Mount Warner (5,880 ft.).

Since no one objected, or expressed any other preference, that became the plan.

5-25-24, 5:08 PM, Samelias Trailhead – It was a lovely late spring evening as Cousin Dixie, Uncle Joe, and Aunt Andrea started up USFS Road No. 531.  This wasn’t the official Centennial Trail No. 89 route, which actually winds up into the forest SW of Samelias Peak (5,860 ft.) before joining No. 531, but it was a bit of a shortcut on the way to Mount Warner.

Andrea, Dixie, and Joe start up USFS Road No. 531. Photo looks NW.
Centennial Trail No. 89 joins the No. 531 route. Photo looks N.

After heading up to the pass between Peak 5741 and Samelias Peak, the road leveled out and turned ESE, soon leading to another pass between Samelias Peak and Mount Warner.  From here, Centennial Trail No. 89 lost some elevation traversing Mount Warner’s lower S slopes.

On a level stretch in the region between the passes. Photo looks ESE.

A little over halfway to Mount Warner’s summit, Uncle Joe was ready to turn around.  Maybe his right foot was feeling a little sore again?  In any case, it was time to head back to the trailhead.

At the turnaround point. Black Elk Peak (L) in the distance. Photo looks SW.
What? You’re going back already? Lupe and Dixie can’t believe the humans are bailing before reaching Mount Warner’s summit. Samelias Peak (L). Photo looks W.

The jaunt along Centennial Trail No. 89 wasn’t the day’s final adventure, though.  On the way back to Hotel Lupe, Uncle Joe had a thought.  Why not stop somewhere near Grandma’s former home just for old time’s sake, and take a walk up to the cul-de-sac?

It was a great idea!  Over the years, Lupe and SPHP had walked up to that cul-de-sac more than 1,000 times, but had never returned once the sale of Grandma’s house closed on 5-1-20 during the pandemic, more than 4 years ago.  Lupe hadn’t even seen Grandma’s house since then where she’d spent so many happy days so long ago.

5-25-24, 6:58 PM – Joe’s suggestion worked out even better than anyone might have expected.  Approaching Grandma’s former home, the new owners came walking out the driveway along with their dog.  Turned out they were going to the cul-de-sac, too!

Approaching Grandma’s former driveway by the white mailbox (R). Photo looks WSW.

Meeting the new owners after they turned around at the cul-de-sac, Joe struck up a conversation with them.  They promptly and very graciously invited everyone to come and take a look at what they’d done with the house since purchasing it on the way back.

Back at the familiar cul-de-sac at the end of the road past Grandma’s house for the first time in more than 4 years. Photo looks SSW.

Well, why not?

Stopping by Grandma’s house, Dixie got tied up by the old apple tree, but everyone else, including Lupe, got the grand tour both inside and out.

The new owners had done a fabulous job making many improvements.  Everything was beautifully remodeled.  Grandma’s house had never looked better, but it wasn’t the same.  It didn’t feel like Grandma’s house anymore, and it wasn’t.  Those days were long gone.

Aunt Andrea (Center) and one of the new owners in the completely remodeled living, dining, and kitchen area.

One thing hadn’t changed, and did feel the same.  Out back, in the little yard where Lupe used to bark at squirrels, watch deer, and make wild turkeys fly, the red cliffs of Spring Creek canyon were still glowing in the evening sun.

The red cliffs of Spring Creek canyon from Grandma’s former backyard. Photo looks SE.

The new owners couldn’t have been nicer, and seeing that view again was truly awesome.  Lupe was happy, yet SPHP left feeling a little sad.

5-26-24, 3:52 PM – Cousin Dixie, Aunt Andrea, and Uncle Joe’s last day at Hotel Lupe!  Unfortunately, the morning had been unseasonably cold and rainy, although the weather was supposed to improve after noon.  However, the sky was still rather gloomily overcast upon arrival at the picnic ground along the SW shore of Deerfield Reservoir.

At Deerfield Reservoir in the W central Black Hills. Photo looks W.

After a short romp along the lake near the picnic area, SPHP suggested doing a segment of Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L.  This 11 mile long trail goes clear around the entire reservoir.  Way too far for this late in the day,  however, setting out from the Gold Run trailhead, it might be possible to get to the dam, which is seldom seen except by boat.

Approaching Deerfield Reservoir (Center) after setting out along Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L from the Gold Run trailhead. Photo looks NW.

Hmm.  Not to be!  SPHP realized too late that it would have been much better to start out from the road to the Dutchman campground, or even the Kinney Canyon trailhead along Deerfield Trail No. 40.  The dam was just too far from Gold Run.  Nevertheless, Lupe and Cousin Dixie both had a wonderful time roaming the forest along the trail.

Near the end, the sky began to clear.  The sun was shining when the last adventure of Dixie, Joe, and Andrea’s visit to the Black Hills reached its turnaround point.  Tomorrow morning they would be leaving Hotel Lupe and returning home to Colorado.

End of the line with Joe, Andrea, and Dixie for this Black Hills visit.

Oh, it had all been such fun!  And, best of all, more adventures together were in store in the not too distant future.  In just a few short weeks, Lupe and SPHP would be visiting Hotel Dixie in Arvada!

Links:

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Centennial Trail No. 89 Map & Brochure

Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L – Map & Brochure

2020 – The Year of Perfect Vision!

Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 240 – Deerfield Lake Loop Trail No. 40L & Hat Mountain (11-14-18)

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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 317 – Minnesota Ridge to Greens Gulch (10-7-23)

10:31 AM, 57ºF – It was the 2nd day of Cousin Dixie, Uncle Joe, and Aunt Andrea’s stay at Hotel Lupe.  As usual, once Andrea left to spend the day with Grandma; Joe, Dixie, Lupe, and SPHP had all piled into the RAV4.  Now it was parked near the N end of USFS Road No. 203, a little S of the junction with No. 256.

Near the N end of USFS Road No. 203, aka Minnesota Ridge Road. Photo looks SSW.

Although signed as Minnesota Ridge Road, No. 203 wouldn’t actually get anywhere near the summit.  Didn’t really matter, since today’s romp didn’t necessarily envision a peakbagging goal, anyway, although that was obviously an option.  Greens Gulch was the chosen destination, an easy road hike all the way.

It was a beautiful, bright, warm early fall day, as everyone set off across a flat region heading SSE along No. 203.  The road then began a gradual descent before bottoming out 0.5 mile from the RAV4 at a junction with No. 203.1B.  Here, 5 month old Cousin Dixie was amazed to see large black animals roaming the forest.

Lupe knew what they were!  Cows!  For some reason these cows were wandering through the forest instead of hanging out in some grassy meadow.  Dixie was keenly interested in this phenomenon, prompting Joe to leash her up lest any real excitement ensue.  The cows themselves didn’t seem all that eager to make any non-bovine acquaintances, and hastily ventured off even deeper into the forest.

Dixie discovers cows (center). Photo looks S.

No. 203 wound E from here over a small rise, soon leading to a glimpse of the gently sloping N end of Minnesota Ridge (6,240 ft.).  Beyond this view, the road dipped again heading SE into another stretch of forest.

A glimpse of the N end of Minnesota Ridge (Center). Photo looks SE.
Another nicely shaded stretch of USFS Road No. 203. Photo looks SE.

Before long, the road was regaining elevation again as it broke out of the forest into a giant meadow dotted with aspens sporting yellow leaves.  A larger herd of black cows was sensibly busy grazing in this field.  Most of these cows were far enough away to pay little attention to Lupe and her new Aussie Shepherd cousin side-kick.

Cows grazing on the NW slopes of Minnesota Ridge. Photo looks E.

The road turned S, and flattened out.  A lone ghoul tree stood ominously in this area.  Lupe went over to investigate.  In broad daylight, the ghoul tree didn’t seem that scary, but Halloween was only a few weeks away.  No telling what frightening events might take place here then!

Custer Peak (6,804 ft.) was now in sight nearly 5 miles back to the N.

By the ghoul tree. Custer Peak (far L). Photo looks N.

Somewhere in the vicinity of the ghoul tree, USFS Road No. 203 turned into No. 203.1C.  It was all quite odd.  Maps showed No. 203 continuing SSE, but from an unconnected point nearly a mile E.  Perhaps there had once been a connecting road segment?

In any event, this minor mystery hardly mattered.  After continuing SSE across another large, flat region on No. 203.1C, another gradual descent began.  Nearly a mile from the ghoul tree, a junction with USFS Roads No. 203.1D and No. 203.1E was reached.

This intersection was in the upper regions of Greens Gulch.  No. 203.1C turned SW here, heading farther down the valley.  That was the way to Silver Creek in the prettiest part of Greens Gulch.

Approaching the intersection in upper Greens Gulch. USFS Road No. 203.1E (L) continues S going uphill. No. 203.1C turned R farther into Greens Gulch. Photo looks SSE.

As the valley broadened out during the stroll on No. 203.1C deeper into Greens Gulch, Lupe trotted along sniffing wherever she pleased.  Dixie alternately explored, or tried to herd Lupe without much success.  As a geologist, Uncle Joe often paused to stare at the ground.

Heading farther into Greens Gulch on USFS Road No. 203.1C. Photo looks SSW.
Greens Gulch starts widening out. Photo looks SW.

0.5 mile from the intersection, the start of the widest, most scenic part of Greens Gulch began coming into view.  By now, a diminutive tributary of Silver Creek ran alongside No. 203.1C.  There was more to see ahead, but unfortunately, it was already about time to take a break before heading back.  Checking out a couple of hillside spots on the N side of the valley, the second one proved to be the better choice.

N end of the most scenic part of Greens Gulch. Photo looks W.
Near the tiny tributary of Silver Creek. Photo looks W.
With Uncle Joe and Cousin Dixie at the break spot on the N side of Greens Gulch.

12:32 PM, Greens Gulch – Not a cloud in the sky!  Warm in the sun, Dixie and Lupe both appreciated the shade of a few pines along the edge of the forest.  Downfall provided seats for Joe and SPHP.  Although no peak had been climbed, for the 2nd day running, Lupe, Joe, and SPHP all enjoyed chocolate coconut bars while Dixie had to settle for Taste of the Wild.  Joe generously also provided SPHP with a tasty fruit and nut bar from his selection.  Water for all, of course!

Far, far away, another war had started in the Middle East this morning.  No such strife here!  Serene and lovely, Greens Gulch was indisputably a much better place to be.

The inevitable return was another pleasant trek, although mostly uphill this time.  Retracing the same route, a little snake, somewhat rare in the Black Hills, was sunning itself on the road.  A dangerous pleasure!  Sadly, farther on, another young snake had been run over by one of the ATV’s that occasionally roared by.

Returning to USFS Road No. 203.1C. Photo looks SE.
The little snake, a completely harmless variety.

The herd of black cows N of the ghoul tree had gone elsewhere by the time Lupe got back to where they’d been.  While Dixie, Lupe, and SPHP entered their pasture to get a better look at Custer Peak, Joe stood quietly contemplating the scene from a gate close to the road, unaware that he was solving a mystery in the process.

Custer Peak (L) from the field where the cows had been. Photo looks N.
Joe pondering the scene. Photo looks NE.

Why, of course!  SPHP still didn’t realize it until much later, but that gate was obviously a USFS gate.  Even though only the faintest signs of a road remained now, that gate must have been where the missing connecting portion of USFS Road No. 203 had once split off to join the rest of No. 203 E of Minnesota Ridge.

Not exactly an earthshaking discovery.  The return trek resumed, and later that evening Aunt Andrea brought Grandma over to Hotel Lupe to partake of the spaghetti dinner SPHP whomped up for everyone, human or canine, that might be so inclined.  (End 1:53 PM, 64ºF)

Links:

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Lupe & Dixie’s Scrollable GPS Track

Expedition No. 203 – Gimlet Creek to Minnesota Ridge (5-6-17)

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

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