Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 308 – Peak 5240 & Tetro Rock (12-4-22)

9:12 AM, 37ºF, junction of Maitland Road & USFS Road No. 195.2A – Snow!  Lupe was ecstatic, rolling enthusiastically in it as soon as SPHP let her out of the RAV4.  Even though it was early December, it had been so dry for weeks that most of the Black Hills had scarcely any snow at all.  The morning actually had a bit of a wintery feel to it here as the Carolina Dog set out.

At the start of USFS Road No. 195.2A.

SPHP was surprised by how snow-packed and slick No. 195.2A was.  Must get more traffic than expected.  Following the road N up a gradual incline, the reason became clear once the road flattened out and curved SE.  Lupe hadn’t reached the Black Hills National Forest yet.  There were homes up here.

Coming to a private home (R). Photo looks SE.

Winding E for 0.25 mile beyond the first home, No. 195.2A gained a bit more elevation.  A high forested ridge was now visible to the SE.  Lupe left the road to get a better look at it.

Off-road for a better look at the high ridge on the R. Photo looks SE.

Pretty sure that must be Peak 5240, Looper.

I take it that’s where we’re going then, SPHP?

Yes.  It’s another Lists of John peak with at least 300 feet of prominence in the Black Hills that we haven’t been to yet.

I thought we were running out of these Lists of John peaks, SPHP?

We are, Loop, but there are still a few left, and that’s one of them.

Flat on top and heavily forested, Peak 5240 didn’t look all that exciting, but Loopster was going to check it out, anyway.  Returning to the road, the American Dingo followed No. 195.2A as it wound SE, an easy trek with minimal elevation change.

More than 0.5 mile from the viewpoint, the road curved sharply N after crossing a ravine.  Another 0.25 mile brought Lupe to a junction where an old road split off heading E.  A home was visible up in the pines on a small hill overlooking this road, but there didn’t seem to be any reason why Loop couldn’t follow it.

Approaching the sharp curve where No. 195.2A turned N. Photo looks SE.
The road E. Photo looks ENE.

Climbing gradually, the old road went E only a little way before turning SE up a snowy slope.  Part of Peak 5240 was visible across a valley just ahead.  The road curved SW here, which was the wrong way to go.

We’ll to have to abandon the road, Loop.  Head E!

Down into the valley, SPHP?

Yes, we’ve got to cross it before we can climb Peak 5240.

About to descend into the Tetro Creek valley. Peak 5240 (R). Photo looks SE.

Lupe led the way down a snowy slope full of bushes that orange leaves still clung to.  Crisp snow crunched, and twigs and branches snapped, as SPHP zig-zagged after her through the maze.  The burning question was how big Tetro Creek would be when Loopster got down to it?

Heading down to Tetro Creek. Photo looks ESE.

SPHP needn’t have worried.  Losing 200 feet of elevation, Lupe came to only a foot of snow where Tetro Creek was supposed to be, no running water at all.  Crossing the snowy creekbed, Loop found herself at the S end of a spur off USFS Road No. 195.2A.

In the snow where Tetro Creek should have been. Photo looks E.
At the S end of a spur off USFS Road No. 195.2A. Photo looks NW.

We took a shortcut, SPHP?

Yeah, we did!  Wasn’t too bad, was it?  There’s another one ahead.  Keep going E up this side valley.

Before she could do that, Looper had to wait while SPHP gathered up pieces of an abandoned, disintegrating TracFone.  Once she started up the valley, it quickly proved to be more V-shaped than anticipated.

Staying toward the N where there was less snow, Lupe traversed a slope steep enough to cause minor traction issues for SPHP.

Heading up the side valley. Photo looks ENE.

The valley eventually broadened out.  Approaching a flat region at the upper end, Lupe encountered logs cut into sections left over from an old logging operation.

Easier terrain as the valley widens out. Photo looks E.
Near the upper end of the valley. Photo looks E.

Upon reaching the flat region, Lupe came across USFS Road No. 195.2A again.  The road was much more primitive here than where she’d left it.  Following No. 195.2A only far enough NE to get a look at the views in that direction, the top of Bear Butte (4,422 ft.) could be seen off to the E, but trees prevented her from seeing much more than that.

Back on USFS Road No. 195.2A again. Photo looks SW.

SPHP’s shortcuts had saved some distance, but whether any time had been saved versus simply following No. 195.2A was debatable.  In any case, Lupe was now in position to start climbing Peak 5240’s N slope.  Turning back, the American Dingo left the road and headed S.

Starting up Peak 5240’s N slope. Photo looks S.

Close to a foot of snow was on this N slope, which was otherwise a fairly easy climb without many obstacles.  Lupe’s first objective was a narrow, 5160 foot ridge shown on the topo map.  The terrain steepened as she drew near it, but getting onto the ridge wasn’t difficult.

At the NE end of the 5160 foot ridge. Photo looks WSW.

The ridge remained nearly level as Lupe followed it SW.  Having seen Peak 5240’s heavily-forested summit from a distance early on, chances were the Carolina Dog wouldn’t get to enjoy much in the way of views up there, so SPHP kept an eye out for any that might be had from this narrow ridge.

Lupe came to a glimpse of a fairly high peak to the SE.  SPHP suspected it might be Mount Theodore Roosevelt (5,680 ft.).

Mount Theodore Roosevelt (Center). Photo looks SE.

There were no more clear views until Loop reached a dip at the W end of the ridge.  Spearfish Peak (5,800 ft.) and Crow Peak (5,787 ft.) were in sight from a couple of narrow gaps between the trees.

Continuing along the ridge. Photo looks SW.
Spearfish Peak (Center). Photo looks W.
Spearfish Peak (L) and Crow Peak (R of Center). Photo looks WNW.

At least, Lupe had seen something!  Continuing SSW, a surprise was only a short distance ahead.  Several limestone knobs provided perches along the edge of small cliffs.  Terry Peak (7,064 ft.) was in sight.

Spearfish Peak (L). Photo looks W.
Terry Peak (R). Photo looks S.

These knobs were right along the W edge of the mountain.  Going SSE from here, Lupe ventured down a bigger dip, followed by a climb up to another rocky high point that wasn’t cliffy.  Taking a short break, Loop enjoyed a more sweeping view of Spearfish Peak and Crow Peak than she’d had earlier.

Heading into the dip beyond the limestone knobs. Photo looks SSE.
Spearfish Peak (Center) and Crow Peak (R of Center) from the next rocky high point. Photo looks W.

By now, Peak 5240’s true summit was only 125 feet higher, somewhere up the forested slope to the E.  Lupe took off in search of it.

Approaching the final ascent. Photo looks E.

The slope was an easy climb.  The terrain soon leveled out.  Loopster had reached a broad, forested summit region, from which it appeared quite certain she’d have no views as earlier surmised.  The ground was clearly a little higher toward the N, so the Carolina Dog headed that way.

On Peak 5240. Photo looks SSW.

12:18 PM, 43ºF, Peak 5240 – Beyond a big snowdrift, a fallen tree in a sunny clearing leaned over what appeared to be the true summit.  A hop up onto the tree trunk, and Lupe claimed her peakbagging success!

At the true summit, or more accurately, a couple of feet above it. Photo looks NNE.
Peak 5240 summit region. Photo looks S.
The dynamic Dingo scores another Lists of John Black Hills 300+ foot prominence peak! Photo looks SSE.

Congratulations were in order!  After all, Peak 6170, the last new Lists of John peak the American Dingo had attempted, had been a complete flop.  By comparison, Peak 5240 was a glorious success!  After retreating S to a snow-free spot beneath a tree, SPHP shook Loopster’s paw, then split a chocolate coconut bar with her.

A W breeze sighed in the trees as Lupe had a little Taste of the Wild, too.

Well, what now, SPHP?  Peak 5240 was easy!  Such a nice day, only lunch time, and I’m loving the snow.  Anything else we can do around here?

Been years since we’ve been to Tetro Rock (5,562 ft.), Loop.  Wanna go there?  Might be fun!  We could make a big loop back to the RAV4.

Fine with me, SPHP.  What’s at Tetro Rock?  I don’t really remember it.  Sounds like there ought to be some big views!

Scarcely remember Tetro Rock myself, Looper.  Just another flat, forested summit, I think, but there was a view of Terry Peak.  I seem to remember something big and red, too, but couldn’t tell you now what it was.

Oh, a mystery!  We ought to investigate.  See if whatever it is, is still there!

It was as good a plan as any.  Half an hour after arriving at Peak 5240’s true summit, Lupe headed S, exploring the rest of the summit region as she began the journey to Tetro Rock.

This led to an amazing discovery!  Peak 5240’s summit region sloped down a fair amount, but was much more open toward the S end.  The Carolina Dog had stumbled onto Peak 5240’s best viewpoint!

Tetro Rock (Center). Photo looks SW.
Mount Theodore Roosevelt (L). Photo looks SSE.
Terry Peak (L) on the horizon, Tetro Rock (R). Photo looks SW.
Spearfish Peak (L), Crow Peak (Center). Photo looks WNW.

Good thing we’re going to Tetro Rock, SPHP!  If we’d just gone back to the RAV4, we would have missed the best part of Peak 5240!

Leaving the S end of Peak 5240’s summit region, Lupe ventured down a rocky escarpment.  Below it, a long forested slope finally bottomed out at a wide, flat saddle.

Descending the escarpment at the S end of Peak 5240. Photo looks WNW.
At the saddle S of Peak 5240. Photo looks SE.

This quiet saddle seemed like a very remote place.  A 200 foot high ridge now blocked further progress S.  Decision time!  Climb over, head W to Tetro Creek, or E into the Miller Creek drainage?

Let’s go E, Loop.  Probably easiest.

The gradual descent into the Miller Creek drainage while searching for a way around the E end of the ridge was reminiscent of the earlier descent to cross Tetro Creek.  In the shadow of the ridge, a foot of snow covered the ground.  Lupe wandered a wilderness of bushes with orange leaves again, while twigs and branches snapped as SPHP brought up the rear.

Exploring the Miller Creek drainage. Photo looks SE.

This wandering was longer, though, the sense of seclusion stronger.  Took a while before Lupe was able to turn the corner on the ridge to head S.  By then she was slowly gaining elevation on a fairly steep slope.  Pausing to check the map, SPHP looked down and saw a small clearing.

Is that a road?  Let’s go down there, Looper!

The map didn’t show anything at all here, but there was an old road, a long forgotten lane through the snowy woods.  Going the right way, too!  Soon Lupe was around the E end of the 200 foot high ridge, apparently climbing toward a pass.

On the snowy road E of the blocking ridge. Photo looks SSW.
Heading up to a pass. Photo looks SW.

1:45 PM, Pass 4980 – At the pass was another surprise, a junction with a better road, also not shown on the map.  This pass was the dividing point between the Miller Creek and Tetro Creek drainages.  Taking the better road W, Lupe went down to a curve in a shallow valley where the road crossed Tetro Creek.

At Pass 4980, about to descend to Tetro Creek. Photo looks W.

Tetro Creek had no flow up here, either, but a Bush of Gold grew along its bank right at the curve.  Lupe and SPHP paused to admire it.

The Bush of Gold by Tetro Creek. Photo looks ENE.

Beyond Tetro Creek, the road climbed SSW.  Lupe soon went by another road on the R.  This road went counter-clockwise 3/4 of the way around Peak 5270, and actually was shown on the map, but that was the long way.  Ignoring it, Loop stuck with the road she was on a while longer.  However, it soon seemed destined to continue S, and Tetro Rock was W.

Leaving the Tetro Creek valley. Photo looks S.

Abandoning all roads, the American Dingo climbed up onto a long, snowy ridge, following it SW.  The ridge led to the same road around Peak 5270 that Loop had by-passed.

Third shortcut of the day.  Clever, SPHP!

Every now and then, something works, Looper.  Even for me!

Taking the road SW, Lupe trotted almost directly into the blazing sun, which was starting to get quite low.  0.25 mile got her to a junction with Paradise Gulch Road, which was snow-packed and had been plowed.

On Paradise Gulch Road. Photo looks WSW.

Paradise Gulch Road was the way to go!  It swept N around the upper E end of Peak 5420, then turned WSW.  Tetro Rock was now just to the NW across a deep valley.

Tetro Rock (R) from Paradise Gulch Road. Photo looks WNW.

The saddle leading to Tetro Rock was farther W, so Lupe stuck with the road.  As she got close to where she would have to cross the valley, a gated driveway with a big “P” appeared, evidently access to some fancy private home.  The good news was that Paradise Gulch Road curved N.

Gated driveway (L), Paradise Gulch Road (R), and Tetro Rock (far R). Photo looks W.

Paradise Gulch Road went clear to the saddle leading to Tetro Rock.  So much for any difficulty crossing the valley!  Lupe passed equipment that looked like it had been here a while.  It was sort of sad to see that the saddle was so torn up.

Approaching the saddle leading to Tetro Rock. Photo looks N.

From the saddle, more primitive roads continued N into the forest.  Lupe climbed along one of them a little way, then left it, veering NW through the trees.  Passing through some deadfall, she reached a fairly flat area.  Turning WNW, Loop soon discovered a road lined with pines leading W.

Following the pine-lined lane. Photo looks W.

Late day sunlight filtered through the trees as Lupe entered a clearing covered with snow.  A sense of deja vu immediately swept over SPHP.

Entering the clearing. Photo looks SW.

3:05 PM – How long had it been?  SPHP couldn’t remember, but Lupe had been here before.

This is it, Loop!  Tetro Rock (5,562 ft.).  I haven’t recognized a single spot from our journey here years ago until now, but this place seems familiar.

Seriously, SPHP?  This shady clearing is “Tetro Rock”?  How can that be?

Nevertheless, we’ve arrived, Looper.

Whoever named this place had a real sense of humor, SPHP!  Or maybe they’d never been here?  Not even a rock in sight!  Or a tetro, either!  By the way, what is a tetro, anyway?

I suspect the mountain looks more impressive from the SW, Loop.  A big cliff may give Tetro Rock its name.  If not, I have no clue.  Tetro is Italian, I believe, for gloomy, dark, dreary, dismal, that sort of thing.

Sounds depressing!  Speaking of things, let’s see if we can find the big red thing you were talking about earlier, SPHP.  And there’s supposed to be a view of Terry Peak, too, right?

Heading S from the clearing, 2 mounds less than 3 feet high appeared to be the only contenders for the title of true summit of Tetro Rock.  Lupe got up on the first one she came to, just to make things official.

On the N “true summit” with the S one (L) in sight beyond. Photo looks S.

Continuing S to the edge of the mountain, by golly, there it was!  The big red thing was still here!  Even looking right at it, SPHP still didn’t know what it was.  The paint job had held up remarkably well, though.

The big red thingamajig of Tetro Rock. Photo looks S.

A little lower, back to the NNW, was the viewpoint SPHP remembered.  A limestone outcropping covered with low bushes and pine needles jutted 10 feet out toward the SW.  That was enough to provide a great view of the deep False Bottom Creek valley that Maitland Road runs through, and Terry Peak (7,064 ft.).

False Bottom Creek valley (L). Spearfish Peak (R) with Crow Peak in the distance. Photo looks WNW.
Terry Peak (Center). Photo looks SSW.

With the sun sinking into a bank of clouds to the SW, a colorful sunset clearly wasn’t in the cards.  Lupe sat next to SPHP.  She wasn’t going to have much time to enjoy this view she hadn’t seen in years.  A paw shake to congratulate Loop on her return to Tetro Rock, and it was chocolate coconut bar and Taste of the Wild time.

15 minutes, maybe 20.  The sun wasn’t quite gone yet when the Carolina Dog left the viewpoint.  Going past the big red thing one more time, Lupe went up to sit on the S mound of the true summit for a moment before returning to the snowy clearing.

On the S mound. Photo looks NNE.

Heading N from the clearing, the American Dingo quickly came to a place SPHP had long forgotten.  A collection of 4 foot high gray boulders covered with lichens and snow sat amid young aspens and deadfall.

Oh, I remember these rocks, Loop!  Hard to say for certain, but this might even be the true summit of Tetro Rock!

Well, at least there are some rocks up here, after all, SPHP!

Naturally, Loopster had to get up on the highest rock.

On the rocks N of the clearing. Photo looks NNW.

Light was already fading as Lupe left the rocks and vanished N into the woods.  For a long way, there was a foot of snow in the trackless forest.  The Carolina Dog found an old road, but it ended soon after she reached it.  A little W of the road’s end, a long, tetro valley went N, forested until almost the very end.

Stars were shining, and a nearly full moon cast the Dingo’s shadow on the hard-packed snow when Lupe finally reached USFS Road No. 195.2A again.  Still a mile to go.  Lupe led the way.  It had been an interesting day.  (End 5:20 PM, 28ºF)

Peak 5240, Black Hills of South Dakota 12-4-22

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Indian Peak, Snake River Range, Wyoming (6-26-22)

Day 11 of Lupe’s Summer of 2022 Dingo Vacation to Wyoming!

9:02 AM, upper Dog Creek valley, Snake River Range – Another gorgeous morning!  The American Dingo was off to kind of a late start after her big success getting to Observation Peak (9,960 ft.) yesterday.  For the second day in a row, Lupe trotted across the big meadow in the upper Dog Creek valley, crossing small streams before reaching Trail No. 009.

Entering the big meadow in the upper Dog Creek valley. HP9582 (R). Photo looks W.

Following the trail to where it climbed NW up a bare slope, this time when it turned SW heading into a forest full of snow, Loop abandoned the trail to climb due S along the ridgeline, enjoying a beautiful view of the Dog Creek valley and Wolf Mountain (9,483 ft.) along the way.

Heading up the ridge. Photo looks S.
Dog Creek valley (Center), Wolf Mountain (R). Photo looks ENE.

As Lupe continued S, the rate of climb soon diminished.  Up here, the ridge was forested, with big snow drifts slowly melting away in the shade.  Turning SW, Lupe came to a snow-free clearing.  Blanketed in snow, a mountain and part of an enormous ridge N of it were in view.

Indian Peak (L) from the clearing. Photo looks SSW.

There it is, Loopster!  Indian Peak (9,683ft.)!

I know!  We saw it lots of times yesterday, remember, SPHP?  Not very far away, is it?  We’re almost there already!

Yup!  Maybe 0.5 mile as the crow flies.  Looks like we could almost head straight for it, and climb right on up.  Might be easier, though, if we can get back up onto the ridge N of it again.

Heading W toward the enormous ridge, Loopster re-entered the forest.  Climbing a hill, she trotted over snow drifts hidden among the trees.

Heading W through the forest. Photo looks W.

This little hill wasn’t much of a climb.  The terrain soon leveled out again.  The Carolina Dog came to a second snow-free clearing providing an even better look at Indian Peak and the ridge N of it.

Indian Peak (L) and its N ridge (Center & R) from the second clearing. Photo looks SW.

The scene was as snowy as ever, the terrain steep enough to discourage SPHP from encouraging a direct assault.

Keep going W, Looper!  Let’s see how things look over that way.

Crossing the second clearing, Lupe reached and passed through another band of trees, quickly emerging at the top of a rocky slope leading to the base of Indian Peak’s N ridge.  Toward the NW, the big ridge was nearly snow-free, and didn’t appear to be as high.  This was the same region where the topo map showed Trail No. 009 heading up onto the ridge.

Emerging from the trees near the base of the ridge. Photo looks SW.
Much less snow to the NW. Photo looks NW.

Looks easier to go up over there, doesn’t it, SPHP?

Sure does!  Head that way, Loop.  Maybe we’ll even find the trail again?

Going down the rock-strewn slope to the base of the ridge, the Carolina Dog found a small, icy tarn, but no sign of Trail No. 009.  The snow-free part of the ridge was considerably steeper than the snowfield right next to it.  When the snow generally held not only Lupe’s, but SPHP’s weight as well, venturing up the snowfield seemed the best option.

Near the icy snowmelt tarn. Photo looks NNW.
Heading up the snowfield. Photo looks W.

After a fair amount of progress up the slope, the snowfield steepened.  Loop was still doing fine, but SPHP decided to abandon the snow for the bare ground, which despite being even steeper, provided better traction.  Only a short trudge higher was now required to reach a bench bordered by a line of large, blocky boulders.

Up by the boulders. Photo looks N.

The boulders provided a good spot to take a breather, but Lupe was still only partway up the huge ridge.  Another big climb, a snow-filled bowl, was to the W.

Another snow climb ahead! Photo looks SW.

Happily, although just as long, most of this climb wasn’t quite as steep as what the American Dingo had just done.  Lupe enjoyed a pleasant romp in dazzling sunshine the rest of the way up.

Once on top, Loop found herself at a meadow near the low point of the entire ridge connecting Indian Peak and HP9582.  This was about where Trail No. 099 ought to have come up from the E, and where Trail No. 056 should have begun its descent into Lake Basin to the W, but she saw no sign of either one.  However, upon turning S to head for Indian Peak, the Carolina Dog quickly discovered a pile of trash beneath the first spruce trees she came to.

Another break was taken while SPHP gathered up all the miscellaneous trash for disposal later on.  Sadly, a pile of 10 aluminum and tin cans had to be left behind due to a lack of space in the pack.

Up on the ridge. Someone had left a pile of trash beneath the closest spruce trees. Photo looks S.

The ridge narrowed and steepened as Lupe continued S past the dump.  In some places, tightly-packed trees growing right along the crest of the ridge forced her to stay E out on the snow to get around them.  The ridge eventually turned SE, and broadened out.  Loopster traipsed up a bare, rather rocky, slope.

Climbing Indian Peak. Photo looks SE.

As she approached Indian Peak’s summit, the rate of climb diminished.  Gnarled, old trees, many of them dead, were scattered along the upper W slope.  Reaching the top, Lupe strode onto a huge snowbank wrapped around the N and E edges that covered most of a summit region 200+ feet long N/S, and 40 feet wide E/W.

Approaching Indian Peak’s summit. Photo looks SE.

11:37 AM, 63ºF, Indian Peak (9,683 ft.) – This snowbank was currently the mountain’s temporary true summit.  The American Dingo stood at the high point near the N end.  Far to the N, Grand Teton (13,770 ft.), Wyoming’s most famous mountain, soared into the blue.

Grand Teton (R of Center) from Indian Peak. Photo looks N.
Grand Teton (Center) with help from the telephoto lens. Photo looks N.

Tremendous views in all directions!  After a quick glance around, Lupe headed for a cairn visible at the S end.

The summit region from the snowbank. Photo looks SSE.

The cairn proved to be a loosely assembled pile of light-colored rocks.  No sign of any registry or survey benchmark.  Loopster laid down near the cairn, SPHP sitting beside her.

Relaxing by the loosely assembled cairn (L). Photo looks N.

Guess, this is it, Loop!  Congratulations on climbing Indian Peak, your last summit in the Snake River Range on this Dingo Vacation.

Smiling broadly, Lupe gently offered her sweet paw.  SPHP shook it.

Too bad this is the last one, SPHP!  This was the easiest mountain so far around here.  Didn’t take us long at all, and the views are just as good!

Yeah, but we’re about out of supplies now.  After this, we’re going to have to head back to the RAV4.  So, let’s enjoy Indian Peak while we can!  Chocolate coconut bar?  Last one!

Chocolate coconut bars are never a tough sell.  The last one vanished PDQ.  Looper also polished off the last of the Taste of the Wild supply.  SPHP munched away at the last apple.

Yet another perfect day!  For quite a while, Lupe curled up on SPHP’s lap, enjoying the splendid view of now familiar mountains to the S from a slightly different perspective.  Red Peak (9,771 ft.) was lined up almost directly behind Peak 9708.  An easy ridge walk led to both of them.

In the distance, Peak 9736 and Deadhorse Peak (9,783 ft.) were more to the R, Bradley Mountain (9,292 ft.) and Stewart Mountain (10,103 ft.) even more distant to the L.

Stewart Mountain (L), Peak 9708 with Red Peak (Center) beyond it, Peak 9736 (R) and Deadhorse Peak (far R.) Photo looks S.

To the SW was a great look at the South Fork of Indian Creek valley, with Caribou Mountain (9,803 ft.) on the horizon.

Peak 9736 (far L), Deadhorse Peak (L), South Fork of Indian Creek valley and Caribou Mountain (Center). Photo looks SW.

Eventually getting up to move around a bit, SPHP saw something shiny 40 feet down the SE slope.  Turned out to be a bottle of Koala Springs beer, still half full.  Emptying it onto the ground, the bottle got added to the rest of the trash stuffed in the pack.

Mount McDougal (10,780 ft.) and Triple Peak (11,127 ft.) could be made out far to the SSE, the Wind River Range, NE.  Obs Benchmark (9,935 ft.) was only 2 miles due W, and Observation Peak (9,960 ft.), where Lupe had been only yesterday, a similar distance NW.

Obs Benchmark (L) and Observation Peak (R). Photo looks WNW.

At a leisurely pace, trying to savor every moment, Lupe and SPHP toured the entire summit region.  As always, time flew.  Another short rest back at the S end by the cairn, and sadly, it was time.

Been up here over an hour, Looper.  Hate to say it, but we better move on.  Got a long way to go.

Do you really think we’ll get all the way back to the RAV4 tonight, SPHP?  Don’t you remember how long it took us to get up into this country?

Oh, don’t worry about that, Looper!  We’re going to take a different route.  This time, we’ll just find Trail No. 069, and follow it down the Dog Creek valley.  Downhill all the way!  Ought to be a snap.  You’ll see!

12:44 PM, Indian Peak – Lupe headed N along the W edge of the summit region.  A final glance back at the cairn where she’d spent most of her time up here, and she started down the NW slope, bound for the ridge leading N to HP9582.

Glancing back at the cairn (Center) before leaving Indian Peak. Photo looks S.
Obs Benchmark (L) and Observation Peak (R) as the descent begins. Photo looks WNW.
Heading down. HP9582 (Center), Grand Teton (far R). Photo looks N.

The descent was fantastic!  Everything was so beautiful!  Loop loved the snowy trek back to the icy tarn.  Varying her earlier route, she continued NE past the tarn, making rapid progress across a meadow.

About to leave the N ridge. Wolf Mountain (R). Photo looks NE.
Approaching the tarn. Photo looks NE.

Beyond the meadow, Lupe entered the snowy forest.  Losing elevation, she eventually found Trail No. 009 again, following it back down to the upper Dog Creek valley.  The Carolina Dog returned to the glen where the tiny house had been set up last night, so SPHP could retrieve it and the sleeping bags, already packed up and stashed among the trees.

Then it was back to the upper Dog Creek valley.  Following Trail No. 009 SE, it was bound to lead to Trail No. 069.

All was well!  Everything was going great, exactly as expected.  No snow down here to hide the trails.  Lupe roamed as she pleased, stopping to sniff wildflowers and anything else of interest, while SPHP made great strides on the downhill march.  After a while, an unmarked trail left an abandoned horse camp, heading NE deeper into the Dog Creek valley.

Had to be Trail No. 069, right?  No doubt about it!

Wildflowers in the Dog Creek valley.
Delicate purple flowers.

However, Trail No. 069 soon began to exhibit unexpected behavior.  Rather than staying down along the N bank of Dog Creek as shown on the map, the trail ran along slopes S of the stream, often well above it.

Worse, every time another tributary had to be crossed, there was a drop, followed by a steep 40 foot climb.  Not such a big deal, but enough to be annoying, when tired and a nice, smooth, easy march down the valley had been anticipated.

On the S bank, temporarily close to Dog Creek. Photo looks SW.

The trail crossed Dog Creek a couple of times early on while it was still small, but the stream grew fast as tributaries added to the flow.  There was so much up and down, that SPHP mentally began to keep a running total of Lupe’s estimated extra elevation gain.

2 miles from the horse camp, Lupe was on a steep slope S of Dog Creek, about 200 feet above it, when Trail No. 069 curved R around a bend into a steep snow-filled ravine.  The trail appeared level as it traversed this ravine.  Once beyond it, everything still seemed fine, but the trail soon began to fade amid dense vegetation.

Up until now, the trail had been easy to follow.  Expecting it would soon improve, SPHP pressed on, Lupe now following on the steep slope.  The trail did improve, but only for a little way.  Suddenly it was gone!

Lupe was approaching the narrowest, deepest, most steep-sided part of the entire Dog Creek valley, a wilderness of old forest, huge deadfall, and lush vegetation.  Progress slowed to a crawl as SPHP thrashed through the jungle.  Loopster began hanging back.  Playing her stalking game, the American Dingo refused to follow unless SPHP was out of sight.

You’re nuts, SPHP!  This can’t be right!

I know that now, Loop, but we’ve already lost a bunch of elevation.  Let’s try to get down to Dog Creek.  We must have missed a turn back at that ravine.  The trail must be somewhere over on the N side of the valley now.

It sure wasn’t over here, but getting down to Dog Creek wasn’t easy.  SPHP chickened out on a slope so steep that a fall seemed inevitable.  A desperate, clinging climb back up, only to try again a little farther on.  This time it worked, barely.  Fording Dog Creek, Lupe scrambled 100 feet up an almost equally steep slope on the N bank before … yes!  The trail!

Having lost a fair amount of time, but feeling confident again, it was:

Onward!  Puppy, ho!

That wasn’t the end of the problems, though.  More discouraging uphill sections, tough when hungry and weary, but the deadfall was the worst.  Not a huge amount, but far from uncommon, too.  The dingdong deadfall often forced steep climbs around not only the tree fallen over the trail, but others forming a long wall above or below it.  Rinse and repeat every so often, each effort sapping energy and causing additional delay.

The trail eventually dropped down to Dog Creek.  A ford, a dangerous one!  Only knee deep on SPHP, but flowing fast straight into rocky rapids and deadfall.  SPHP could manage, but what about Lupe?  Neck deep against a powerful current, she’d get swept away, battered mercilessly against the rocks, and pinned helplessly against deadfall.  The water a deadly, relentless force, she’d drown.

Carrying Loopster across was out of the question.  The rocky creekbed was too uneven, SPHP would need hands free in order to use poles just to maintain balance.

What are we going to do, SPHP?

Mount McDougal, Loop.

Mount McDougal!  What is that supposed to mean?

Just like we did there, I’m going to leash you up, Looper.  You’ll have to swim.  I’ll hang on to the leash, so you don’t get swept downstream.  Won’t let go for anything!  Promise!  It’s not that far, you’ll be across in no time.  I’ll help pull you through.

SPHP started across first.  Worried, but trusting SPHP completely, Loop plunged into the frigid water on command.  Worked!  Seconds later, the Carolina Dog was shaking herself off on the S bank.

Gah!  Right around the next bend, another equally dangerous ford.  Poor Lupe had to do it again!

High on a very steep slope N of Dog Creek, Lupe came to a tree fallen over the trail.  Clearly, no way around this one, the slopes both above and below it were nearly cliffs.  Forcing a way through the multitude of branches levitating the trunk was mandatory.  Loop managed easily enough, but SPHP had a heck of a time squeezing through.

A mile and 500 feet of lost elevation beyond this trouble spot, stopped in fading light for a breather, a sudden, sickening realization.

Ugh, Loop!  I’m sorry!  We have to go back!

Back where, SPHP?

To that blasted tree!

The one with all the branches?  Why?

Yeah.  I forgot the camera.  Almost certain I left it hanging on a branch, while strapping the pack back on.  Entirely my fault, Loop, but we can’t lose it.

Wearily, back up the valley.  Sure enough, the camera was there.  Grab and go!  Right back down the same mile for the 3rd time.

Camera retrieved, as light faded even from the mountaintops, Lupe quit playing her stalking game.  Suddenly she seemed energized, leading the way, leaping over deadfall, often far ahead of SPHP, pausing frequently to look back to make certain SPHP was still coming.

Dog Creek valley was longer than SPHP ever imagined.  Trail No. 069 went on and on.  Two more fords appeared in rapid succession, but weren’t as threatening.  Lupe crossed both on her own.  Eventually, the valley broadened out.  No more significant uphill sections!  Loopster traveled through tunnels of dense vegetation shoulder high on SPHP.

The sun was down.  Signs appeared at junctions!  One for the Little Dog Creek Trail, the other for the Cabin Creek Trail.  SPHP kept watching for the unmarked side trail Lupe had followed into Beaver Dam Canyon 3 days ago, but never saw it.  Stars appeared.  The little flashlight came out.  Traveling fast, with nothing to eat since Indian Peak, Lupe was a star herself!  Always leading, never fading, or falling back.

10:21 PM, Dog Creek trailhead – Suddenly, it was over!  The RAV4 sat alone, patiently waiting at the trailhead.  Lupe couldn’t wait to leap onto her pink blanket when SPHP opened the door.  Instead of falling asleep, she licked her paws until SPHP fed her, inhaling a whole can of Ol’ Roy.

SPHP was dead tired, but couldn’t stand being in filthy, sopping-wet boots.  Driving to the Pritchard Boat ramp, SPHP washed sore feet in the Snake River before donning night socks and the old Merrell slippers.  It was nearly midnight by the time a weary American Dingo returned to the dark, quiet Dog Creek trailhead to pass out for the night.

Good thing SPHP had no inkling ahead of time what Trail No. 069 and the Dog Creek valley were going to be like.  Loopster never would have climbed beautiful Indian Peak (9,683 ft.)!

On Indian Peak, Snake River Range, Wyoming 6-26-22

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