Atlantic Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 1: The Christina Lake Trail & Beyond to Atlantic Lake (9-14-20)

Days 1 & 2 of Lupe’s 5th Summer of 2020 Dingo Vacation to Wyoming!

9-13-20, 3:20 PM, 85ºF, Lander city park – Only 6 days ago, Lupe had left Lander intent upon climbing Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.).  Instead, she’d wound up fleeing S into Utah in a futile attempt to avoid a freak Labor Day blizzard.  Well, guess what?  85ºF!  Summer of 2020 was back, and the American Dingo was, too!

“Police Line Do Not Cross” said a plastic yellow streamer cordoning off most of the deep green lawn beneath the big old cottonwood trees.  Piles of broken branches, damage from the recent storm, were heaped up throughout the park awaiting removal.

Didn’t matter.  Loopster loves Lander City park!  Free camping and squirrels!  Going to be home for tonight.  Tomorrow morning she would head up into the SE end of Wyoming’s mighty Wind River Range.

Return of the Dingo! Back at Lander city park.

9-14-20, 9:49 AM, Christina Lake trailhead just off County Road No. 300 – The W was still on fire.  The blizzard may have cleared the air for a while, but smoke was already drifting back into the Wind River Range.  Didn’t seem to be too bad.  Nothing to be done about it in any case.

Smoky or not, Looper was doing this!  Just getting to the trailhead this morning was as close to Atlantic Peak as she’d made it this summer.  Her first “attempt” had been back in July, when it turned out that the access road, County Road No. 300, had been closed for repairs.  Then, of course, there was the Labor Day blizzard, which had once again forced a retreat before the Carolina Dog ever even left the highway.

3rd time’s a charm, Loopster!  C’mon, let’s hit it!

At the Christina Lake trailhead off County Road No. 300, just S of Fiddlers Lake.

Near a small corral, Christina Lake trail No. 721 left the trailhead as a stony path heading N up into the forest.  The trail turned W after a brief climb, leveling out before getting quite to the top of a minor ridge.  The topo map showed Fiddlers Lake nearby, likely just on the other side.

Here now!  Might as well take a look!  Lupe left the trail, angling NW up onto the ridge.  Sure enough!  There was Fiddlers Lake.  A rocky dam was visible not too far away along the SW shore, which ought to be a good viewpoint.  Loop sniffed her way over to it.

Near the dam, Fiddlers Lake was calm and weedy.  Looked like there were lots of lily pads farther out before reaching truly open water.  Nice, but not super impressive.  Fiddlers lake resembled an overgrown pond.  Most of it probably wasn’t very deep, but maybe the fishing was good?

Carolina Dogs don’t fish much.  Lupe returned to the Christina Lake trail.

Leaving the Christina Lake trailhead. Photo looks N.
Sign at the start.
Fiddlers Lake. Photo looks NE.

Morning sunlight streamed through the trees.  The air was humid and fresh.  Scattered patches of snow melting in the forest made it feel more like spring than mid-September.  Easy to follow, the Christina Lake trail bounced along neither gaining nor losing much elevation.  Less than 0.5 mile from the trailhead, Lupe reached Fiddlers Creek.  No bridge, but Fiddlers Creek was too small to present any difficulties.

Feels like spring with all this melting snow! Christina Lake trail No. 721.
Fiddlers Creek.

After crossing Fiddlers Creek, Lupe gained 200 feet of elevation before the trail leveled out again.  Proceeding SW, a gradual downhill section led to several more streams, all mere trickles.  After another modest climb, the trail straightened and flattened well up on the side of a steep slope.  At the end of this straightaway came a curve to the R.  Beyond it, Loop arrived at a junction.

Silas Lake trail No. 722 headed off to the W (R) here on its way to Upper Silas Lake, a popular destination judging from the registry 1.5 miles back at the trailhead.  Lupe, however, didn’t need to go to Upper Silas Lake.  Sticking with the Christina Lake trail, she continued on.

At the junction with the Silas Lake trail.

Occasionally, small clearings had been visible off to one side or another, most of which looked like boggy regions.  20 minutes past the Silas Creek trail junction, the largest clearing yet appeared on the L.  A little beyond it, Lupe reached Silas Creek, the biggest stream she had come to so far.

Glimpse of the big clearing on the L side of the trail. Photo looks S.
Silas Creek.

Silas Creek wasn’t all that big, either, but was fairly wide where the trail crossed it.  Many rocks were in the stream, both upstream and down, but a quick check didn’t reveal any spots where they were arranged quite fortuitously enough to permit a rock hop.  Oh, well!  Shedding boots and socks, SPHP waded across.  Lupe followed after.

That was easy enough!  However, the American Dingo didn’t get much farther before coming to an even larger stream.  Atlantic Creek had twice, maybe triple, the flow that Silas Creek did.  The bottom of Silas Creek had been sand and gravel, but Atlantic Creek was rocky.  As much as 2 or 3 feet deep, the prospect of wading across Atlantic Creek’s stony bottom wasn’t too attractive.  Fortunately, the water was just low enough to permit a rock hop on stones barely protruding above the surface.

Atlantic Creek.
SPHP’s such a tenderpaw! Nothing to it!
Looking back after crossing Atlantic Creek. Photo looks NW.

Shortly after leaving Atlantic Creek, the Christina Lake trail went over a minor rise, passing through a clearing strewn with rocks and several large boulders.  Beyond this clearing, the trail re-entered the forest going gradually downhill.  At a low spot, the Carolina Dog came to the edge of an enormous field.  This field looked grassy and dry, but was actually quite soggy.

While looking upstream back at Atlantic Creek, Loopster had caught a glimpse of a high mountain.  SPHP had wondered at the time if it might have been Atlantic Peak?  A much better view of that same mountain, plus a number of peaks along a ridge S of it, was now available.  A quick check of the topo map convinced SPHP that the high mountain probably really was part of Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.).

Crossing the rocky clearing.
That’s HP12261, the E end of Atlantic Peak behind me! Photo looks WNW.
HP12261 (Center). Photo looks WNW with help from the telephoto lens.

Staying near the edge of the damp field, the American Dingo followed the Christina Lake trail through a boggy depression before returning to drier ground in the forest.  For a little way, the trail paralleled the field closely enough to still see it between the trees.  After that, Lupe roamed SW at will for another mile.  Meanwhile SPHP had an easy time, making good progress on a gradual incline.

Enjoying an easy trek through the forest.

Christina Lake trail No. 721 ended as a single track at a “T” junction with the Christina Lake 4WD trail, a dirt road liberally endowed with plenty of protruding boulders and an ample assortment of mud puddles.

Signage at the junction with the Christina Lake 4WD trail.
Not exactly G6 territory! Christina Lake 4WD trail.

This junction was very close to where the 4WD trail crossed the Little Popo Agie River.  SPHP had originally intended for Lupe to get here by taking Louis Lake trail No. 724 to the Christina Lake 4WD trail, but had ultimately decided against it, leery of what Loop might have to face in order to get across the Little Popo Agie.  The Christina Lake trail avoided this necessity entirely, and also had the additional advantage of saving an extra 800 feet of elevation gain required coming from Louis Lake.

Ditching the backpack for the moment, SPHP led Loop down to the Little Popo Agie River, 150 feet away.  One look, and SPHP was thrilled!  The decision to come by way of Christina Lake trail No. 721 had been a great call.  No bridge, and the Little Popo Agie River was 5 to 10 times the size Atlantic Creek had been.

Hah!  Don’t get too used to it, Looper, but every now and then I do manage to do something right!

You know what they say, SPHP!  Even a broken clock is … well, never mind.  Good call, SPHP!

Never would have rock hopped this baby! Little Popo Agie River. Photo looks SSW.
Of course, maybe crossing that little log jam would have worked! I could have done it!

Since Gustav Lake was only a little farther upstream, Lupe might as well have a look at it, too.  However, Gustav Lake proved to be surrounded by bushes and marshy ground.  Getting all the way to the shoreline wasn’t going to be possible.

Gustav Lake. HP10669 (Center) beyond it. Photo looks SSW.

Returning to the junction, SPHP grabbed the pack.  Lupe now headed W on the Christina Lake 4WD Trail.  The road would have been a G6 killer, but was fine as a hiking trail.  Only 0.5 mile to Christina Lake!

9-14-20, 1:31 PM, Christina Lake – A spur off the 4WD trail led to a long rock dam at the NE end of Christina Lake.  It was immediately apparent that the big lake was far below capacity.  The shoreline wasn’t even close to the dam.  Christina Lake was surrounded by a broad swath of sand and boulders exposed below the normal high water mark.

Arriving at Christina Lake. HP10669 (Center). Dam (L). Photo looks SSE.

A little off to the W along the N shore was an open flat region with a great view.  SPHP stashed the backpack against a sun-bleached log here.  About time for a rest break, but Lupe was going to do a little exploring first.  As soon as SPHP was ready, she wandered down to the beach.

At capacity, Christina Lake is more than a mile long, and still must have been close to that big even now.  Flanked by mountains to the S and W, Christina Lake was much larger and far more impressive than Fiddlers Lake had been.

Christina Lake. Peak 11448 (R) beyond Lupe. Photo looks SW.

Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.) was in sight.  However, it was clear that Loop would be able to get a better look at it if she went farther SE.  Continuing in that direction, she soon came to a narrow channel that the Middle Popo Agie River was surging through.  Following the channel E toward the dam, the whole river disappeared into a hole.

Christina Lake was being drained like a bathtub!  Up on top of the dam, a valve could be seen, no doubt used to control the flow.

Atlantic Peak (R). Photo looks WNW.
By the Little Popo Agie River as it drains out of Christina Lake. Photo looks SW.
Approaching the dam. Flow control valve (R of Center) up on top. Photo looks E.

Once S of the Little Popo Agie River channel, Lupe ventured down to the lake again.  From here she could see the true summit of Atlantic Peak, still 4 miles away.

Atlantic Peak (Center) from Christina Lake. Photo looks NW.
Atlantic Peak (straight up from Lupe) with help from the telephoto lens.

Satisfied with having gotten about as good a look at Atlantic Peak from Christina Lake as possible, Lupe and SPHP returned to the backpack.  A pleasant half hour was spent having lunch and resting in the shade of a couple of large pines while enjoying the view.

Christina Lake as seen during a break for lunch. Photo looks SW.
Relaxing in the shade.

Nearly an hour after arriving at Christina Lake, it was about time to press on.  Lupe hopped up on a boulder for a final look around before returning to the Christina Lake 4WD Trail.  Heading W, the road forked almost immediately.  Loop took the L branch paralleling Christina Lake’s N shore.  However, the lake was seldom seen, since the road stayed back in the forest as much as several hundred feet from the shoreline.

After nearly 0.5 mile, the road curved N away from Christina Lake shortly before ending at a sign for Atlantic Lakes trail No. 723.

About to depart from Christina Lake.
Start of the Atlantic Lakes trail.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the sign said it was 2 miles to Lower Atlantic Lake, or 4 miles to Upper Atlantic Lake.  Hmm.  SPHP didn’t remember seeing more than one Atlantic Lake on the topo map.  A quick re-check confirmed the existence of only one lake named “Atlantic Lake” as far as the map was concerned, which had to be the lower one referred to by the sign, since it wasn’t any more than 2 miles away.

Heading N deeper into the forest as a faint single track, the Atlantic Lakes trail was a bit worrisome at first.  Before long, though, the route became clearer and stayed that way, the trail ultimately proving to be easy to follow.

Gradually gaining elevation, the trail soon curved NW.  Lupe came to a sign for the Popo Agie Wilderness.  She’d barely left the sign behind, when a last glimpse of Christina Lake appeared.

Entering the Popo Agie Wilderness.
The only glimpse of Christina Lake from Atlantic Lakes trail No. 723. Photo looks S.

The Atlantic Lakes trail continued NW through a featureless forest, still slowly gaining elevation most of the time.  The forest contained many dead trees.  Plenty of rounded light-gray boulders were scattered about.  Small plants provided a bright green ground cover.

After a while, the trail passed a rocky depression on the R, then leveled out.  A dip led to a tiny stream, the only water seen along the way.

Dead trees and scattered boulders along the Atlantic Lakes trail.
Exploring the forest.

9-14-20, 3:54 PM, Atlantic Lake – Between the trees on the N (R) side of the trail Lupe could see a clearing, and beyond it, water.  This must be it!  Leaving the trail, Loop and SPHP went down for a look.  A little under 0.5 mile long, and not nearly as wide, Atlantic Lake wasn’t anywhere close to being as large as Christina Lake had been, but tucked in among big mountains at the SE end of Atlantic Canyon, it was even more scenic.

2 miles to the NW, the summit of Silas Peak (12,248 ft.) was sight.  From the shoreline, Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.) was also visible to the WNW.

Atlantic Lake. Silas Peak poking up L of Center. Photo looks NW.
Atlantic Peak (L) and Silas Peak (R) from Atlantic Lake. Photo looks WNW.

Returning to the trail, Lupe continued W.  A few hundred feet farther, the Atlantic Lakes trail appeared to end at a clearing.  Back from the lake a little way, this clearing would have been an ideal spot to pitch Looper’s tiny house, but SPHP was surprised to see that it was already taken.

With the exception of a forest ranger riding an ATV, Loop hadn’t seen anyone at all since leaving the Christina Lake trailhead this morning.  No one was here at the moment, either.  After a brief search, SPHP settled on another spot to pitch the tiny house.

What a great spot! Atlantic Peak (R). Photo looks WNW.
No one around at the moment, but they’ll be back sooner or later!
Not as nifty as that clearing was, but this will work!

After dinner, Lupe was free to enjoy the rest of the evening.  She spent most of it exploring, or just relaxing along the S shore of Atlantic Lake.

On Dingo Island! Photo looks NW.
E end of Atlantic Lake from the S shore. Photo looks NE.

What a fun day this had been!  Atlantic Lake was roughly 7 miles from the trailhead where Lupe had started out this morning – 5 miles to Christina Lake, and another 2 miles to get here, yet this had been about as easy a mountain trek as the American Dingo had ever been on.  Only 800 feet of net elevation gain, good trails the entire way, and no steep sections at all.

Tomorrow would be different.  More than 2,200 feet of elevation gain in a little over 2 miles to get to Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.)!

Watching the sun sink behind her ultimate destination as she rested by Atlantic Lake’s S shore, Lupe didn’t have to think about that yet.  Dusk was deepening when a man appeared a few hundred feet away.  The other campers must have returned!  Whether he saw Looper or not, wasn’t certain, but he gave no indication of it.

Evening repose at Atlantic Lake. Atlantic Peak (R). Photo looks W.

Shortly after the man disappeared again, Lupe retired to her tiny house, hoping for blue skies in the morning.  Not too likely with all the wildfires out W, but hope springs eternal.  With a little luck, sometime tomorrow an American Dingo would stand atop Atlantic Peak!

That’s where were going next! Hope you will return to join us for Atlantic Peak!

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The Year of Perfect Vision Strikes Again! (9-5-20 to 9-9-20)

Days 4-8 of Lupe’s 4th Summer of 2020 Dingo Vacation to Montana & Wyoming!

9-5-20, 9:32 AM, Pass 10140, Beartooth Mountains, Montana – For once, SPHP had been the one to wake up early.  After the American Dingo’s witching hour return from a hugely successful journey to the Froze to Death Plateau and Tempest Mountain yesterday, Lupe was the one still zonked in the tiny house.

As SPHP packed for the journey back to the West Rosebud trailhead, Looper snoozed as long as she could.  Not until a bee flew into the tiny house did she decide to emerge to lay on the grass, permitting SPHP to roll up her sleeping bag and begin disassembly, a task soon completed.

At Pass 10140. Mount Wood (12,660 ft.) (L). Photo looks NW.

A final contemplation of Froze to Death Mountain (11,760 ft.), where she’d been only yesterday, and Lupe set out across the broad plain of Pass 10140.  Picking up Phantom Creek trail No. 17, she started the long trek down to Mystic Lake.

Farewell, Froze to Death Mountain (Center)! Photo looks SW.
About to head down Phantom Creek trail No. 17. Photo looks WNW.

Saturday, first day of Labor Day weekend!  The weather was perfect, the single track trail in great condition, and the scenery stupendous!  Going down was so much faster and easier than coming up had been.  Upon reaching the trees, Lupe kept an eye out for squirrels.  SPHP was in a cheery mood, and often spoke to hikers on their way up.

By the time Loop made it Mystic Lake, she’d passed 18 people intent upon climbing Granite Peak (12,799 ft.), the Montana state high point.

Scenic Phantom Creek trail No. 17. Photo looks SW.
Pausing for refreshment.

9-5-20, 12:16 PM, Mystic Lake – Mystic Lake was busy!  Lots of people around and more arriving all the time.  And why not?  What a jewel!

Loop and SPHP found a relatively quiet spot along the S shore.  No real rush to get back to the West Rosebud trailhead.  For a serene half hour, Lupe rested next to Mystic Lake, enjoying a cool breeze while watching the waves roll in.  SPHP sat nearby, soaking a couple of sore paws in the Oh, so refreshing! water.

Mystic Lake in the Beartooth Mountains! A new favorite place! Photo looks WNW.
Ahh! This is the life!

SPHP’s paws comfortably numb, the Carolina Dog hit West Rosebud trail No. 19.  Before heading through the gap on top of the wall of rock E of the lake, Lupe paused for a final look.  What a gorgeous mountain lake!  Easily accessible, too!  Only 3 miles and 1,000 feet of elevation gain from the West Rosebud trailhead.

Mystic Lake, Beartooth Mountains. Photo looks WSW.
Exquisite! What a setting! Photo looks WSW.

Mystic Lake was no big secret.  Hordes of people were coming up the West Rosebud trail.  Many canines to sniff with, too!  Lots of kids and people with fishing gear.  Everyone was in fine spirits.  The march down Trail No. 19 was rockier than SPHP remembered, but it all went fast.

9-5-20, 3:00 PM, 90ºF, West Rosebud trailhead – Hoo-eee!  Summer ain’t over yet!  Baking hot down here!  SPHP had noticed a picnic area during the drive in 3 days ago some miles back along the washboardy road to the trailhead.  Once all the gear got stashed in the G6, Lupe enjoyed some AC on the slow, bumpy ride to it.

Although everywhere else was overrun with people, the picnic ground was empty.  Good spot to spend the rest of the day!  West Rosebud creek, a lovely stream back up at the trail, was a full-fledged river here.  Beef stew, rest, relaxation!  Despite 91ºF heat, Lupe refused to leave her pink blankie in the G6.  SPHP rolled all the windows completely down, and gave her plenty of food and water.

Crunching away, the American Dingo complained between mouthfuls.

I can’t believe it, SPHP!  You really did have a bag of Fritos in the G6!

Told ya!

Why didn’t you bring them with when we went into the mountains?  I sure could have used them to entice those salt-starved mountain goats!

Never really considered that angle, Loop.  Besides, Fritos don’t travel well jammed into a backpack.  All we would have gotten up there with would have been some salty roasted corn flour.

Still would have worked, SPHP!  Those goats were desperate!  They lick pissed-on rocks for salt!  Do you really think they would be too fastidious to munch a little corn flour?

OK, OK!  My bad!  Next time, alright, Looper?  Can we just forget it?

Oh, I suppose.  Too late now, anyway!  Any more Fritos left?  Pass me some more, would ya?  And fill my water bowl again, too, please.

9-6-20, 6:40 AM, West Rosebud trailhead overflow parking – The sun was just rising.  SPHP immediately saw how lucky Lupe had been the past several days.  2020, the Year of Perfect Vision, had struck again!  Smoke of distant forest fires filled the air, obscuring the Beartooths.  Deja vu!  Getting to be a tiresome theme, but one likely to keep repeating unless the W got some serious rain.  Fat chance of that this time of year!

A rest and positioning day, anyway.  The Carolina Dog was done here.  Smoky or not, no sense in sticking around.  Loopster had a grand time barking at cows and horses as the G6 went on the prowl, searching for the next big adventure.  Reasonably clear skies were now the primary criteria.

9-6-20, 9:47 AM, Clarks Fork of the Yellowstone River, Hwy 120 – Driven out of Montana by the haze, Lupe stood on the bank of the Clarks Fork of the Yellowstone River shortly after entering Wyoming.

This was the same river she had a favorite camping spot next to with a view of Pilot Peak (11,699 ft.) high in the Beartooths, E of Yellowstone National Park.  Up there, it was a lively mountain stream with rapids and a chilly swimming hole, just on the verge of becoming large enough to be worthy of the designation “river”.  Down here in the sagebrush desert, the Clarks Fork was much wider, still rippling along, but also far more placid and ordinary.

Along the Clarks Fork of the Yellowstone River. Photo looks SE.
Wyoming Hwy No. 120 bridge 8 or 9 miles S of the Montana border. Photo looks N.

The Edelweiss Bar & Cafe, along with its mostly deserted campground and picnic area, was just a quick sniffing stop, a chance to get out and stretch.  Quiet today, but once upon a time this had been an exciting spot, an integral part of one of those heroic, dramatic events so common in the tragic history of the world.

In 1877, the Nez Perce tribe under Chief Joseph made a daring, desperate escape from the U.S. Army in this area.  Sadly, their success did not last.  The army caught up with them shortly before they reached the Canadian border, where they’d hope to join up with Sitting Bull’s band of Sioux.  A series of plaques at the bar’s parking lot related the story.

Less than a mile SW, Hwy 120 went over the Clarks Fork a second time.  A primitive dirt road on the R (NW) provided a less developed access point.  Why not?  Lupe had all day.  SPHP nursed the G6 along a rutty road before finding a spot to stash it near the river.

The Clarks Fork of the Yellowstone is running a little low, but after all, it is September! Would look a lot different during the spring runoff from the Beartooths!
Looks like Wyoming to me! See the Beartooths on the horizon? No? They’re in the haze.

The only thing clear about the Beartooths, which still ought to have been easily visible from here, was that they were much too smoky to entertain the notion of remaining anywhere in the general area.

Out on the sagebrush plains of Wyoming, Lupe kept a close watch as SPHP drove S, but even cattle were scarce.  Lacking entertainment, the Carolina Dog’s eyes grew heavy.   Soon she was snoozing in AC’d comfort as the miles rolled by and temperature soared.

9-6-20, 1:24 PM, Wind River Canyon, Hwy 20/789, S of Thermopolis – Not much of a water Dingo, Lupe preferred to rest on the bank of the Wind River while watching SPHP swim, but SPHP had carted her out to the white rock she sat on now for a photo.  She didn’t know it yet, but there wasn’t going to be a free ride back to shore.  Looper was going to have to wade, SPHP’s diabolical plot to force her to get thoroughly cooled off, but she wouldn’t mind.  In fact, since it wasn’t deep, she’d linger a minute or two, enjoying the cool water.

Oh, the Wind River Canyon is beautiful! Not quite so smoky, either! Maybe we’re headed the right way?

SPHP had just enjoyed a refreshing half hour swim in Rattler Whirlpool, an enormous eddy in the Wind River with a gentle current along the near bank that consistently flowed upstream, greatly reducing any prospect of being swept down river.

This was the second time Lupe had been here this summer.  SPHP had gone swimming in this exact same giant eddy back in July, too, but the name “Rattler Whirlpool” was a new one.  No one had been here when Loop first arrived today, but a Jeep had soon come down the access road, parking 40 feet away.  Whoever was in it stayed inside for a while, then suddenly leapt out to shout the news that there was a rattlesnake over there and to be careful, before leaping back in and driving off.

Neither Loop nor SPHP saw the rattler before walking back up to the G6.  Probably for the best.

9-6-20, 4:00 PM, 90ºF, Lander city park – Nearly a week into September, and still 90ºF!  Actually a little cooler now than it had been earlier.  93ºF on the way over from Riverton!  There’d been one more stop, a brief one to examine a herd of wild horses racing through the desert beneath a stormy sky – a mural painted on the Hudson town hall.

Snazzy mural on the side of the Hudson, Wyoming town hall.

Like Rattler Whirlpool, Lupe had been here before, too, this summer.  At the S end of 3rd Street right across from the beautiful Middle Popo Agie River, Lander city park was awesome!  Free camping on a soft green lawn beneath shady old cottonwoods.

The park was going to be home for the evening.  Normally, small streams flow in a couple of ditches running through the park, but they were bone dry now.  A stroll over to the Middle Popo Agie River revealed that it was almost gone as well, a trickling remnant of its normal self.  Shocking!  Lupe had never seen the Popo Agie so low before.  Fortunately, that didn’t interfere with a thrilling evening of squirrel watching.

Riveting times on the soft green lawn of Lander city park.

Unfortunately, still pretty smoky out.  Maybe tomorrow would bring good news on that front?  SPHP tried to be optimistic, but, in truth, felt mighty skeptical.  Attempts to evade smoke hadn’t worked on Looper’s last Dingo Vacation.  There wasn’t much reason to believe they would pan out this time around, either.

Labor Day, 9-7-20, 11:56 AM, Lander city park – Actually got chilly last night.  Breezy and definitely cooler this morning.  Apparently not going to be another scorcher.  Encouragingly, not quite so smoky either!  After walks through the park, Lupe had spent the morning dozing whenever there was a lull in the squirrel watching action.

Hey, Loopster!

What’s up, SPHP?

Got the trip journal caught up.  About ready for the next big adventure?

Sure!  Where we going, SPHP?

Thinking we’ll head up to the trailhead for Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.) here in the Wind River Range.  We were going to climb it back in July, but the access road was closed due to road construction, remember?  The repairs were supposed to wrap up back on August 20th.  Ought to be open by now.

Sounds good!  Are we leaving right away?

Yeah, in just a few minutes.  Need to make a quick stop at Safeway to pick up some supplies before we leave town.

Heading SE out of Lander on Hwy 287/28, Lupe was just getting psyched up for some much anticipated barking at cows and horses, when SPHP made a sudden U-turn.

Forget something, SPHP?

No.  Did you see that big lighted sign next to the road, Loop?

Umm.  Can’t say that I did.  Wasn’t paying much attention to signs.  What about it?

It was unbelievable!  Gotta take another look.  Maybe I read it wrong?

Making another U-turn, SPHP drove slowly past the sign again.  No doubt about it.  Alternating with a “High Fire Danger” message was another one saying “Heavy snow, poor visibility, 9PM to 6PM Tuesday”.

“9PM to 6PM Tuesday”!  That must mean they’re expecting this storm to hit at 9PM on Monday, Loop.

Today is Monday, isn’t it, SPHP?

Yeah, it’s Labor Day, and Labor Day is always on a Monday.

How can that sign possibly be right, SPHP?  Not even 8 hours until 9PM right now, and it’s 77ºF!

I don’t know.  A blizzard tonight?  Seems impossible.  Maybe the highway department is just testing the sign?  It was 93ºF only yesterday!

Just keep going, SPHP.  Maybe another sign will say something different?

Loopster was right!  Along Hwy 28 on the way up into the SE end of the Wind River Range, more lighted signs appeared.  All bore exactly the same message, different from the first sign’s message.  Unfortunately, not much different.

So what now, SPHP?

What now, indeed?

Sheesh!  The Year of Perfect Vision strikes again!  Sure knows how to throw us one curve ball after another, Loopster!

Are we still going to the trailhead, SPHP?  Do you think it’s wise?

Umm, no.  That’s all we need, to wake up tomorrow morning in a blizzard already snowed in at 9,400 feet, miles from the highway.  Time for Plan B, Looper!  Or maybe it’s Plan C or D by now?

What’s Plan B, or C or D, or whatever?

I’ll let you know, as soon as I think of it, sweet puppy!

SPHP kept driving right over the Wind River Range.  81ºF at Farson, but more signs bearing the same message had been seen along the way.

OK, Loop, here’s the deal!

Do tell!  I’m all ears, SPHP!

Well, not entirely, but they are pretty big.  Apparently some freak storm is moving in tonight.  I mean, who has ever heard of a blizzard on Labor Day?  We’ve never even run into one clear up in Alaska this time of year.  Anyway, this goofy storm will clear the air out, and the temperature will likely rebound within a few days.  However, if it drops a lot of new snow as expected, might be very difficult to do anything among the high peaks until some big portion of it melts, which might easily take several more days.

Logical enough, SPHP.  So what do we do about it?

Plan B, which probably makes the most sense, is to cut and run right now.  Just call it good, and head for home.  We could be there late, late tonight!  No sense hanging around here for nearly a week waiting for a blizzard to hit, and then for the snow to melt.  At least we got lucky and got to have a grand time in the Beartooths for a few days.

Pathetic!  So, our Dingo Vacation is over already?

Afraid so.

What about Plans C & D, SPHP?

Plan D, I haven’t come up with yet.  Plan C is to head S trying to out run the storm.  Maybe it won’t get past the Uinta Range, or miss it to the E?  Don’t really have anything planned down there, but we could probably come up with a few peaks to climb somewhere in Utah.

I like Plan C better, SPHP!  Can we do that?

I suppose.  If that’s what you want.  Sort of a long shot, but who knows, it might work out fantastically!  Sometimes it pays to be flexible.

If you don’t mind then, SPHP, let’s go for it!  What have we got to lose?  It’s an adventure!  Onward!  G6, ho!

Well, there was all that money wasted on fuel to lose, if Plan B didn’t pan out, but SPHP complied.  The whole situation was surrealistic.  Driving S on Hwy 191, the G6 registered 86ºF.  Fleeing snow?  Tonight?  Absurd!  Ridiculous!  The only indicator of any big change in the weather was that it was getting windy.  And off to the N, (Yes, the N!), the formerly smoky sky was turning blue.

Even if Plan B proved futile, which remained to be seen, the scenic drive was fun!  After entering Utah, SPHP briefly dropped by the visitor center at the Flaming Gorge dam.  Personnel inside confirmed that the forecast was for 2 days of snow.  Might possibly be able to do something around here tomorrow morning before it hit.

A N wind was blowing during a brief stop at Flaming Gorge reservoir, Utah.

Tomorrow morning?  That wouldn’t be enough time to accomplish much.  Onward!  The drive S continued.

Not windy S of the Uintas!  At least, not yet.  Instead, it was back to the same old problem.  At Steinaker Reservoir, N of Vernal, the air was thick with smoke.  A sickly orange-pink sun glimmered through a choking haze, it’s light reflecting on the still large, but half-withered lake.

Not looking so good, is it, SPHP? Steinaker Reservoir, N of Vernal, Utah.

Vernal was the land of Mordor, suffocating in a dense blanket of smoke.  Off to the W, though, the sky was brighter, as if there was a definite edge to the cloud.  A check of the atlas.  Hmm.  There was a Gray Head Peak (9,496 ft.) and an Indian Head Peak (9,959 ft.) shown SW of Duchesne.  Maybe Lupe could climb one of them tomorrow?

Potentially promising!  Definitely less smoke, and not so stifling hot (68ºF), when SPHP parked the G6 for the night in the Ashley National Forest SW of Duchesne.

9-8-20, 7:17 AM, 32ºF, Hwy 191, Ashley National Forest – Lupe hopped out of the G6, ready for adventure.  Sleet, borne on a cold, raw breeze!  Must have just started, only a little clinging to the G6 so far.

Well, at least the smoke is gone!

Sorry, Lupe.

Not happening, is it, SPHP?

Nope.  No way we’re going to climb Gray Head or Indian Head today.  Gotta face the music, Loop.  We could keep going, but it doesn’t make any sense.  If we go far enough to escape the storm, we’ll just run into smoke.  Umpteen fires blazing away out in California, and we’d just be getting closer to them.

Seems the Year of Perfect Vision has us cornered, doesn’t it?

In a way, but our little fiascos are nothing compared to what others have had to deal with this year.  So shake it, off Lucky Dingo!  Your summer of 2020 adventures might be over and done with, but others will be heading your way soon enough.

That last part turned out to be true enough.  Having given up on this Dingo Vacation, just getting home proved to be an adventure in itself.

9-8-20, 10:38 AM, 32ºF, Hwy 40, NW Colorado – Vernal had been a balmy 44ºF this morning as SPHP drove through it, but snow had been visible on the foothills of the Uinta Range, and dark clouds hung low obscuring the mountains.  Maybe best not to go back that way!  As a result, SPHP had kept driving E.  However, conditions had rapidly deteriorated E of Dinosaur, Colorado.

Now Lupe stood out in the gale at a “Point of Interest” 4 miles W of the little town of Maybell.  What the point of interest might pertain to was a mystery.  Signs were all plastered in snow and ice.  The Year of Perfect Vision was putting an emphatic end to any notions of “Summer of 2020 Dingo Vacations”.  Substitute “winter” for “summer” and maybe Lupe would be on to something.

So much for the summer of 2020!

Craig, Colorado was in a low spot.  No snow, just rain.  Turning N, Hwy 13 climbed back into a winter wonderland.  Reaching Hwy 789, flashing lights on a sign near the Wyoming border indicated that I-80 was closed 50 miles ahead.  Through piles of slush, the G6 pressed on despite the warning, bucking a strong NW wind.  Snowing only lightly here, but 27ºF and the wind was building drifts.

I-80 was open at the junction with Hwy 789.  No problem getting onto it.  Heading E, only one lane was partially clear.  Crusty, half-frozen slush on the rest of it.  SPHP tailed several vehicles going E at 35 to 40 mph.  No traffic at all going W.  A lighted sign soon explained.  I-80 was closed at Sinclair, 16 miles ahead.

Heading E on I-80.

At Rawlins, Hwy 789/287 going N to Muddy Gap was closed, too.  With no routes open to the N or E, Lupe was stuck.  She really didn’t mind.  Half a foot of snow, 28ºF, and a frigid wind meant one thing.  About time for that cheapskate SPHP to break down and get the Carolina Dog a motel room.  Ahh, yes!  Pillows, blankets, and a big soft bed to stretch out on.  Now we’re talking!

9-9-20, 8:55 AM, 27ºF, Hwy 73 E of Baroil, Wyoming – Why on earth they had closed Hwy 789/287 yesterday was beyond SPHP.  A 10 or 12 mile long section of patches of snow and ice N of Rawlins, then the highway had been completely clear after that.  Snow in the fields, but the road was smooth and dry.

Loop was out of the G6 for a quick sniff.  Off to the NW stood an old friend, Whiskey Peak (9,225 ft.), decked out in white.  The American Dingo had been up there once, in June, 2017.  Fun to see it again.

Whiskey Peak from Hwy 73 E of Baroil. Photo looks NW.
Whiskey Peak with help from the telephoto lens.

The day warmed up.  In the 40’sºF!  Perhaps one last attempt to salvage something more from this Dingo Vacation?  Maybe Lupe could climb Mile High Hill (5,280 ft.)?  At MP 37.1 along Hwy 450 on the way to Newcastle, SPHP turned S on Lynch Road.  Good gravel for a mile to a junction with Piney Creek Road where the old Darlington School stood vacant, its last students having abandoned it countless years ago.

A pickup truck on Piney Creek Road was coming this way.  The driver turned out to be a friendly young guy who worked for the coal mine.  He’d never heard of Mile High Hill, but his phone showed the region it was in as BLM land.

However, 6 inches of snow were melting up in the Rochelle Hills, and he pronounced the remote dirt and gravel roads leading into the area a quagmire impassable to the G6.  His formerly white truck, covered in mud from wheels to roof, spoke eloquently in support of this assessment.

Oh, we’ll be back someday! Just you wait and see! Photo looks NW.

So that was it.  The last gasp, the final straw.  Smoke and blizzards!  The Year of Perfect Vision had put a screeching halt to Lupe’s summer of 2020 Dingo Vacations.  Might as well go home.  (End 3:41 PM, 54ºF)

Point of Interest, Hwy 40, 4 miles W of Maybell, Colorado, 9-8-20

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