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!

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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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Peakbagging the Arctic Apocalypse – The Arctic Circle, Wright Pass & Peak 3850, Yukon & NWT Border, Canada (8-8-23)

Part 2 of Day 17 of Lupe’s 2nd Summer of 2023 Dingo Vacation to Canada & Alaska!

1:37 PM – The Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood was back!  Her paws still partially streaked black with soot from the charred tundra on Corbett Hill (2,497 ft.) near Eagle Plains, Lupe laid resting on the wooden platform supporting the Dempster Highway‘s Arctic Circle display.  Once again, she’d made it to the true Arctic, although it sure didn’t seem like it today.

As usual, she saw no sign of the Richardson Mountains.  Unlike the other times the American Dingo had been here, though, this time the reason wasn’t fog, freezing rain, or near blizzard conditions.  It was 71ºF, and the air was full of smoke.

At the Arctic Circle, 37 km beyond Eagle Plains.
Dempster Highway map.
The Arctic – Land of the Midnight Sun

Despite the ongoing Arctic apocalypse, the Arctic Circle was busy.  People kept coming and going.  SPHP swapped stories with quite a few of them while seeking information on conditions ahead.  Like Lupe, everyone was either on their way to, or coming back from, Tuktoyaktuk.

Conditions farther N?  As before, the unanimous response was “smoky the entire way”!  35 KM N of Inuvik a huge fire was making the situation so bad that quite a few people had given up on Tuk and turned back there.  Only one couple had a different story.  They’d just driven N from Tombstone Territorial Park, where heavy rains had fallen last night.  When they left the park this morning, the sky had been beautiful.

Figures.  If we’d stayed put yesterday, everything would be lovely, Looper.

We can go back, SPHP.

Yeah, but we’re not going to, Loop.  Not until we’ve been to Tuktoyaktuk.

Why so stubborn, SPHP?  Finally some clear blue skies!  It’s the news we’ve been waiting for!

I know it, but it’s a long way back, Looper, and who knows if those clear skies will last?  Could just be a local phenomenon that will be erased the moment the wind shifts.  Still, it’s a good sign that there’s finally been rain somewhere.  Maybe the Arctic apocalypse is starting to weaken?

After hanging around the Arctic Circle for nearly 2 hours, the long drive N continued.  As forewarned, there certainly wasn’t any sign of rain up this way.  Stopping in at the Rock River campground, White Fox Creek was a mere trickle compared to the near flood stage torrent it had been the last time Lupe had seen it in 2018.

Yeah, maybe going back S would have been the better choice.

Along White Fox Creek at the Rock River campground. Photo looks SW.

6:17 PM – Smoke, smoke, and more smoke!  Because of it, Lupe missed out on all the incredible scenery on the way to Wright Pass (3,150 ft.).  The Carolina Dog stood next to the “Welcome to Northwest Territories” sign, smoke, instead of snow or fog, streaming by on a 20 mph SE wind.

At Wright Pass on the border of the Yukon & Northwest Territories. Photo looks NE.

S of the pass, a mountain that had been on Lupe’s list of possibilities for 5 years was visible through the haze.

Peak 3850 (L) from Wright Pass. Photo looks SSE.

That’s Peak 3850 right on the Yukon/Northwest Territories border, Loop!  A mere 700 feet of elevation gain, and we can be on top.  Want to try it?

In the midst of the Arctic apocalypse, SPHP?  We won’t see anything except smoke.

I know, it sucks, Loopster, but I’m revising my thinking.  We’ve never been here before when the weather wasn’t absolutely abysmal – frigid, windy, foggy, snowing!  Impossible conditions.  It’s 65ºF today!  Maybe in the midst of an Arctic apocalypse is the only way we’re ever going to have a shot at any of these peaks in the Richardson Range?

That’s a depressing thought.  Not sure that’s such fabulous news, SPHP.

Fabulous?  No, it isn’t.  Suboptimal at best, Loop.  However, we’ve got a chance to tag Peak 3850 yet this evening.  Never had one before.  We may never get another one, even on our way back S from Tuktoyaktuk.  We’re thousands of miles from home.  It’s not like we can drop by any old time we when it’s supposed to be a perfect day.

Adventure was in the American Dingo’s blood, and she’d been cooped up in the RAV4 a lot lately.  Lupe agreed.  Peak 3850 was on!

Striking out for Peak 3850 (L of Center). Photo looks SE.

Due to the incredible amount of talus visible on the mountain’s N slopes, heading for the lower end of the NW ridge seemed a good idea.  Maybe it wouldn’t be quite so rocky up on top?  At the very least, there was no reason to think it would be any worse.  Roaming SSW across a somewhat boggy, tussocky region, despite the prevailing drought conditions, Lupe encountered a few wet spots.  Most were easily avoided.

Heading for the lower end of Peak 3850’s NW ridge. Photo looks SW.

Upon reaching the base of the NW ridge, an awful lot of rock was ahead.  As the Carolina Dog started scrambling up, SPHP began to realize that Peak 3850 might not be such an easy undertaking.

Contemplating a mighty long rock hop. Photo looks SE.

After an initial steep talus climb, Lupe waited for slowpoke SPHP on a convenient patch of tundra.  Despite the smoke, she had a fairly decent view of Wright Pass from here, although the mountain N of the pass was barely visible through the haze.

At a comfy spot on the lower NW ridge. Photo looks SE.
Wright Pass (Center) after gaining a bit of elevation. Photo looks NNE.

Unfortunately, gaining the NW ridge hadn’t changed the talus situation.  The rocks weren’t huge, and the rate of climb wasn’t all that ambitious as Lupe began following the ridge higher, but there was no escaping, what was for SPHP, a tedious rock hop.

On the other paw, the American Dingo seemed to enjoy it.

Scrambling higher. Photo looks SSE.

Happily, Peak 3850 didn’t turn out to be entirely a giant mound of talus.  After gaining some additional elevation, more tundra eventually came into view among all the rocks, which were tending to get smaller.  Soon enough tundra was present to turn climbing Peak 3850 into a game of seeking out the longest continuous lanes of vegetation possible.

Improving prospects after gaining some elevation. Peak 3850 (Center). Photo looks SE.
Getting easier. Photo looks SE.

With SPHP’s speed improving, what had started out looking like a very long, tedious trek suddenly didn’t seem like such a big deal.  A series of cairns came into view, perched along the edge of a steep drop on the NE side of the ridge.

Not that far to the top now. Photo looks SE.
Approaching some of the first cairns along the NE edge. Photo looks ESE.

One of the cairns had a metal pole sticking out of it.  Upon reaching it, Lupe checked out the limited views available on such a smoky evening.

By the well-constructed cairn with the metal pole. Photo looks NE.
Peering back down the NW ridge (L). Photo looks NNW.

Although the terrain was beginning to level out, these first cairns were not at the summit, which wasn’t even in sight yet.  As Lupe kept going, the edge of the mountain turned S along a line of small E-facing cliffs.  Beneath the cliffs, steep talus slopes led down to a broad, dimly-seen, tundra-covered bench hundreds of feet below.  In the smoke, nothing more could be seen beyond it.

By now, it was clear that Peak 3850’s summit region was just ahead.

The broad bench of tundra (Center) seen faintly below from cliffs along the E edge. Photo looks ENE.
Entering the summit region. Photo looks S.

7:38 PM, 58ºF, Peak 3850 Overhead, the cloudless sky was tinged blue when Lupe reached an unimpressive cairn right along the E edge of the mountain.  To SPHP, this seemed to be the true summit, but several other high points away from the edge were at least in contention for that title.

At another high point with the true summit (L) ahead. Photo looks SSE.
Along the E edge near the true summit. Photo looks S.
At the true summit. Photo looks NNE.

The summit region was spacious.  Consisting mostly of relatively small rocks, there were scattered patches of tundra, too.  Toward the W, there was no sharp edge, just a rounded slope.  After visiting the little cairn and hitting the other most obvious high points, Lupe retreated SSW down and away from the windy E edge.  A big patch of tundra provided a comfortable spot to lay down.

From here, Peak 3850’s S ridge sloped gradually away until it became lost in the smoke.

Relaxing on Peak 3850. Photo looks S.

Marvelous job of scrambling, Loopster!  Congratulations on reaching Peak 3850.  We finally did it after all these years!

SPHP shook Lupe’s paw, then shared a chocolate coconut bar, beef jerky, and water with her.

The wind, which seemed to be out of the NNE up here, wasn’t nearly as strong as along the E edge.  Still chilly, though.  SPHP threw a jacket over Lupe, then sat facing that S ridge sinking into oblivion.  The American Dingo had displayed great energy and enthusiasm on the way up, but comfortable now with nothing but rocks and smoke to contemplate, her eyes grew heavy.

Snoozing a little below the summit. Photo looks NNE.
In Dingo Dreamland.

Gazing S, SPHP let Lupe snooze.  The panoramas from Peak 3850 should have been fabulous, but the smoke was pretty bad.  Frustrating, yet just being here was incredible.  The same drought and heat that brought on this Arctic apocalypse had also made this ascent possible.  Why not keep taking advantage of it?

Roughly 8 miles N of Wright Pass was another mountain, a higher, named peak that had been on Lupe’s list of possibilities for years.  Before now it had always seemed more of an impossibility, but this was Lupe’s chance to get there, wasn’t it?  Two days might do it.  Backpacking in the Richardson Mountains, wouldn’t that be something!

Given how awful the weather had always been whenever Lupe was at Wright Pass before, the mere thought of backpacking in the Richardsons had always seemed not only daring, but an almost suicidal notion.  Not now, though.  Not under these conditions.  While Lupe dozed, staring down the S ridge into all that wretched smoke, SPHP was getting excited.

8:28 PM–  Welcome back, Looper!  How were your adventures in Dingo Dreamland?

Awesome, as usual, SPHP!  And I always wake up feeling better.  Doesn’t look like the situation has improved any while I’ve been napping, though.

No, unfortunately it hasn’t, Sweet Puppy, but I’ve been thinking.

Uh-oh!  About what, SPHP?

If things aren’t any worse tomorrow morning, maybe we can have an epic adventure not only despite, but even because of, the Arctic apocalypse.

Really, SPHP?  Sounds like you’ve finally lost your last marble.  Almost afraid to hear the details, but do tell!

Your traditional summit hour is just about up here, Loopster.  Let’s have a final look around, tag Peak 3850’s true summit again, and be on our way.  I’ll explain during our return to the RAV4.

Back along the E edge. Photo looks NNW.
Near the first cairns again. Photo looks NW.

Since it was easier to see where the patches of tundra were from above, descending the NW ridge went faster than the ascent had.  However, the lower end remained an unavoidable rock hop.  Once off the ridge, the rest was easy.

Returning to Wright Pass, several people were in the flat, boggy region gathering buckets full of pale pink or orange berries shaped sort of like raspberries or blackberries.  After telling SPHP that these edible berries were called cloudberries, they expressed amazement that Lupe had climbed Peak 3850.

Think how they’d react if they knew what we had planned for tomorrow, SPHP!

Hah!  Yeah, maybe.  Don’t count your cloudberries before you’ve picked them, Looper.  We’ll just have to see what morning brings.  (End 9:49 PM)

On Peak 3850, Yukon Territory & Northwest Territories border, Canada 8-8-23
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