Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 61 – Roughlock Falls & Old Baldy Mountain (6-2-13)

10:47 AM, 66ºF, Latchstring Inn trailhead for Roughlock Falls at Savoy – So much for getting all the way to Cement Ridge (6,674 ft.) today!  SPHP turned L on USFS Road No. 222 at Savoy in Spearfish Canyon, only to find the road blocked.  Suddenly looking like Lupe would have to settle for Old Baldy Mountain (6,096 ft.) as an ultimate destination, instead of merely a preliminary goal.

The intention had been to drive past Roughlock Falls to a trailhead 5 miles away off USFS Road No. 134.  From there, Lupe could have started out much closer to Old Baldy Mountain where Cement Ridge would have been within range, too.  Oh, well!  SPHP parked the G6 at the trailhead just beyond the Latchstring Inn instead.

Although Cement Ridge was not to be, the American Dingo didn’t care.  Lupe was thrilled just to be out and about.  Bounding out of the G6, she was soon on the pleasant one mile trail paralleling Little Spearfish Creek that went to Roughlock Falls.  Good thing the trail was well above creek level!  A week of cold, rainy weather had normally clear-running Little Spearfish Creek muddy and way out of its banks.

Little Spearfish Creek with USFS Road No. 222 beyond it on the way to Roughlock Falls. Photo looks NW.

Turned out, flood damage was the reason USFS Road No. 222 was closed in the first place.  Roughlock Falls had tremendous flow when Lupe got there.  Little Spearfish Creek was still flooding the picnic area above the falls, and the road damage was apparent up here.

Roughlock Falls with several times normal flow.
A popular Black Hills destination, Roughlock Falls seldom appears this robust.

Lupe took advantage of this opportunity to cavort in Little Spearfish Creek on what is normally dry ground.

Cooling off in Little Spearfish Creek. Not as “little” as it used to be!
Little Spearfish Creek was in the process of returning to its banks, but still flowing around this picnic table.

Continuing W beyond the Roughlock Falls picnic ground, Lupe and SPHP trudged along right on USFS Road No. 222.

Without a cloud in the sky, it was soon getting hot.  After about a mile, SPHP noticed a trail N of the road.  Turned out there were 2 trails.  One went steeply uphill toward the canyon wall.  Lupe took the other trail, which followed Little Spearfish Creek upstream, enjoying shady relief from the sun provided by trees growing along the trail.

After 0.5 mile, Lupe reached the Rod & Gun campground.  Beyond the campground, the trail soon forked.  Lupe took the Rimrock Trail, which climbed steadily up a side canyon leaving Little Spearfish Creek behind.

The upper rim of the canyon wasn’t much farther when a deer was seen fleeing through the forest.  Upon reaching the place the deer had taken off from, a spotted fawn was seen laying quietly right beside the trail, its slender legs folded beneath it.

The fawn was alive, but remained completely motionless as Lupe and SPHP approached.  Whether it was injured or not, was hard to say.  The fawn was distressingly thin, with practically no meat on its bones.  Its ribs stuck out a great deal.  Was it starving?  Without moving at all, the fawn regarded Lupe and SPHP with with sad brown eyes.

While it was tempting to examine the fawn more closely to determine its true condition, SPHP felt its chances were almost certainly best with its mother.  The faster Lupe and SPHP left the area, the more quickly and likely she would return.  Hard to abandon the defenseless, spotted fawn, but Lupe and SPHP paused only a moment before moving on.

10 minutes past the fawn, the terrain leveled out.  A junction appeared with another trail shown as No. 76 on SPHP’s old Black Hills USFS map.  A short break was taken here in the shade of a large pine tree.  Lupe had Taste of the Wild, while SPHP consumed an orange.

After the break, Lupe headed W on Trail No. 76.  It wound through the forest S of an area where there seemed to be a quarry or old mine, but Lupe didn’t stop to investigate.

On Trail No. 76.

A meadow surrounded by aspens appeared.  Lupe came to USFS Road No. 134 just beyond it.  A sign indicated that after crossing the road, the trail continued on to the Old Baldy Mountain trailhead, precisely where the American Dingo needed to go.

Happy Lupe in the meadow near USFS Road No. 134.

15 minutes after crossing No. 134, Lupe reached the Old Baldy Mountain trailhead.  No vehicles.  Not a soul here.  SPHP paused long enough to take a look at a posted map.

The map showed 2 trails going to Old Baldy Mountain (6,096 ft.), still nearly 1.5 miles NW.  An E route and a W route linked up again not too far from the mountain near a small lake named Baldy Lake.  SPHP’s USFS map also showed a Trail No. 66 with two routes, and an unlabeled tiny blue speck close to where they rejoined.

At first, it wasn’t clear where to go.  The only trail that left the trailhead went W, so Lupe followed it.  The E route to Old Baldy Mountain soon split off to the R.  Deciding to go that way, SPHP led the Carolina Dog N.

Trail No. 66 went uphill a bit before leveling out.  Turning NE, it then started downhill.  With all the recent wet weather, Lupe began coming to marshy areas feeding numerous little streams.  Despite brief uphill sections, she lost elevation most of the time.

Aspens sprouting new leaves along the E route of the Trail No. 66 loop.

More and more water seeped from the hillsides.  The trail became a small creek.  Every drainage Lupe passed had its own stream running down it.  These were all seasonal streams which wouldn’t ordinarily have had more than a trickle, if that.  Lupe enjoyed splashing along through all the water, free to get a drink whenever she felt like it.

Trail No. 66 finally turned NW and went down a steepish, soggy slope.  Upon reaching a low point, the trail bounced up and down, still winding along in the same general direction.  SPHP concluded that the trail was destined for a particular mountain to the W that didn’t look very high.

No. 66 eventually started down a slope where the forest gave way to a lush, green field.  Two streams, one from the SW and one from the SE, merged immediately upstream of a small earthen dam.  The combined stream had succeeded in eroding a gap right through the dam, which no longer backed up any water.

So much for Baldy Lake!

Overlooking the broken earthen dam that used to back up Baldy Lake. Photo looks W.

As if to remove any doubt, a sign saying “Baldy Lake” still stood along the edge of the meadow.  Even while in good repair, the earthen dam couldn’t have ever held back much water.  In the best of times, Baldy Lake must not have been any bigger than a typical stock pond.

Due to the circuitous route the E half of Trail No. 66 had taken, a check of SPHP’s USFS map showed that Old Baldy Mountain was still more than 0.5 mile away.  Crossing a small bridge below the broken dam, Lupe went W up the hillside beyond it, as the trail took her up into a stand of aspens.  After going over a ridge, the Carolina Dog reached the junction where the W branch of the Trail No. 66 loop joined in again.

Taking the spur to Old Baldy Mountain, Lupe followed a long stretch of trail serving double duty as a mucky stream bed.  Once beyond this area, the trail began climbing.  Near the end, Lupe gained more elevation than SPHP thought she would, as the trail switchbacked higher.

By the spur trail to the summit.
Wildflowers along the way.
Beaver Creek (L) from a switchback near the top. Photo looks SSW.

The top of Old Baldy Mountain (6,096 ft.) was forested and plenty roomy enough to move around quite comfortably.  A sign stood at the end of the trail.  From here, the summit area extended somewhat farther SW.  Exploring out that way, Lupe could see Beaver Creek down in a big meadow to the S, a scene she had caught glimpses of on the way up.

On Old Baldy Mountain. Photo looks W.

From along the summit’s W edge, Lupe saw the deep forested canyon that Beaver Creek drains into sinking N toward a spot where tall cliffs of dark rock were visible along the upper rim of the gorge.  Several ridges significantly higher than Old Baldy Mountain were in sight off to the W.  SPHP spotted the Cement Ridge fire lookout tower on the ridge farthest N.  It looked dauntingly high and far away.  Clearly, Lupe wasn’t going to get that far today.

Relaxing in the shade, Lupe snapped at flies while having more Taste of the Wild.  SPHP ate some fruit.  Too bad Lupe didn’t have enough time to continue on to Cement Ridge (6,674 ft.), but the distant start due USFS Road No. 222 being closed had pretty much put it out of reach.

On the return trip, Lupe explored the W portion of the Trail No. 66 loop.  Shortly after splitting off from the E route, the trail entered the huge meadow Lupe had seen S of Old Baldy Mountain.  The Carolina Dog was nearly across the meadow when she came to a little stream that drained W into Beaver Creek.  Leaving the trail, Lupe went down to have a look at the much larger stream.

By Beaver Creek. Photo looks NW.

Much of the ground near Beaver Creek was marshy, or just plain under water.  Side streams with good volume were pouring in from every little valley and low spot.

Looking upstream. Photo looks W.

After enjoying the view of Beaver Creek, Lupe turned SW toward a side valley where yet another tributary could be heard, but not seen.  Upon reaching the valley, she turned SE climbing into the forest.  This hillside was also full of springs, but Lupe quickly found the trail again.

No. 66 proceeded S steadily gaining elevation, before eventually turning E and winding its way back to the Old Baldy Mountain trailhead.  From the trailhead, Lupe proceeded E to USFS Road No. 134, crossing it at the same place as she had earlier in the day.

Flowers along the trail E of the Old Baldy Mountain trailhead.

Instead of getting on Trail No. 76 again, Lupe took a logging trail farther N that SPHP thought might be a shortcut.  Heading E, the logging trail climbed over a modest hill past a series of little ponds where frogs sang cheerfully until the entire choir would suddenly go silent when the American Dingo got too close.

The shortcut worked.  Lupe made it back to Trail No. 76 again not too far from the junction with the Rimrock Trail.  Another short rest break was taken here beneath the same big pine tree as before.

Although curious, SPHP didn’t think it was a good idea to take Lupe past the spotted fawn again.  Instead of going down that way, Lupe continued E on Trail No. 76, staying on high ground for another 0.75 mile.  At that point, the trail suddenly turned sharply NW, whereupon it immediately turned E again, descending a big gulch.

Partway down, the American Dingo came to an unexpected divide.  The clearest trail headed uphill over a ridge to the ENE, while a more faded path continued down the gulch.  When SPHP started on the higher trail, Lupe raced ahead, but SPHP was soon having second thoughts.  Probably should have gone down the gulch in search of USFS Road No. 222.

Returning to the lower path, it curved SE into a narrow gorge.  Lupe came to a very secluded and private place where water dripped down tall rock walls covered with moss.  Only a short stretch was flanked on both sides with scenic rock walls like that, but it was very cool.

Going around a bend, the roar of Little Spearfish Creek was suddenly heard down in the much larger canyon.  Descending a forested slope, Lupe found herself at the same point where she had left USFS Road No. 222 to take the shady trail to the Rod & Gun campground much earlier in the day.

The rest of the return was identical to the route Lupe had taken this morning.  SPHP collected Lupe treasures along No. 222, coming up with quite a few of them in short order.  At the Roughlock Falls picnic ground, the water had receded from where it had been this morning, leaving mud drying in the evening sun.

Heading back on USFS Road No. 222.

7:32 PM, 62ºF, Latchstring Inn trailhead at Savoy – Expedition No. 61 was over and done with except for the drive home.  Old Baldy Mountain had been a fun day, but the skinny spotted fawn’s fate would forever remain a mystery.  At home, Lupe was happy to see Guille’s car, and rushed into the house to greet her.

Evening in Little Spearfish Creek canyon.

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Black Hills, SD & WY Expedition No. 141 – Old Baldy Mountain & Cement Ridge (10-11-15)

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Black Hills, SD & WY Expedition No. 141 – Old Baldy Mountain & Cement Ridge (10-11-15)

Lupe was happy and excited.  She was on her way to another Black Hills Expedition.  On USFS Road No. 256, SPHP stopped the G6 along the road.  There was a very nice stand of yellow aspens, and SPHP wanted a photo of it.  This late in the season, most of the aspens higher up were probably past their prime already, but these still looked good.  Their golden glory wouldn’t last long, though.  Leaves fell by the thousands with every gust of the NW breeze.

Aspens along USFS Road No. 256 E of Minnesota Ridge.
Aspens along USFS Road No. 256 east of Minnesota Ridge.

Lupe’s chance to sniff around along No. 256 didn’t last long.  Soon it was time to continue on.  Lupe enjoyed the long ride through the hills.  She rode with her head out the window in the wind, barking ferociously at cows and horses along the way.  By the time most of them even looked up to see what the commotion was all about, she was already past them.  It didn’t matter, Lupe was satisfied she had done her barking duty.

At 10:59 AM, SPHP parked the G6 at the Old Baldy trailhead off USFS Road No. 134 .  It was 67°F, overcast and breezy.  Old Baldy Trail No. 66 goes to Old Baldy Mountain (6,096 ft.).  There is a W route and an E route to get there, the W route being a little longer.  Both routes meet up again 0.8 mile from the summit for the final climb.  Both trails go up and down through the hills, but there really isn’t all that much net elevation change – the trail is pretty easy.

Lupe and SPHP took the E route to Old Baldy Mountain.  This trail is a bit unusual for the Black Hills.  It goes through a forest consisting mostly of aspens with some scattered pines.  Usually it is the other way around, and the pines dominate.  Most of the aspens were well beyond their peak for fall colors, but there was still enough color around for a very pleasant journey.  The trail and forest floor were now decorated with the speckled browns, pale yellows and golds of the fallen aspen leaves.

Lupe on the E route of Old Baldy Trail No. 66.
Lupe on the E route of Old Baldy Trail No. 66.

Lupe on Old Baldy Trail No. 66 E route, 10-11-15Old Baldy Trail No. 66, E Route, 10-11-15Aspens along Old Baldy Trail No. 66, E Route, 10-11-15At the low point along the E route of the Old Baldy Trail, there was a sign for Baldy Lake.  Beyond the sign was a big beautiful pasture and a tiny stream, but no lake.  Baldy Lake couldn’t have been more than just a stock pond, even when it did exist.  The tiny creek trickled through a breach in a low earthen dam where Baldy Lake used to be.  After crossing the tiny creek, it didn’t take Lupe long to reach the junction of the E and W routes to Old Baldy Mountain.

The bridge across the tiny creek at the low point of the E route of Old Baldy Trail No. 66.
The bridge across the tiny creek at the low point of the E route of Old Baldy Trail No. 66.

The trail up to the summit of Old Baldy Mountain gains only about 300 feet of elevation.  It didn’t take Lupe long to reach the top.  The NW breeze was still blowing, but the clouds were gone.  Now it was sunny, clear and rather warm out, especially for 1/3 of the way through October.  Lupe was thirsty!  She had a big drink of water up on Old Baldy, one of many this day.Old Baldy Mountain isn’t particularly high for the area, but there were some pretty nice views.  Terry Peak (7,064 ft.) could be seen about 11 miles to the ESE.  The Beaver Creek valley was just S of Old Baldy.  Lupe’s next destination, Cement Ridge (6,674 ft.), was several miles to the WSW.

Terry Peak from Old Baldy Mountain.
Terry Peak from Old Baldy Mountain.
The Beaver Creek valley.
The Beaver Creek valley.
Cement Ridge, Lupe's next destination.
Cement Ridge, Lupe’s next destination.
Looking S towards the Beaver Creek valley.
Looking S towards the Beaver Creek valley.

Lupe and SPHP went back down Old Baldy Mountain.  This time Lupe took the W route on Old Baldy Trail No. 66.  Lupe followed it quite a long way as it wound around through the forest.  She came to one spot where there was an unobstructed view of Old Baldy Mountain from the S.

Looking W at the Beaver Creek valley. Lupe is SE of Old Baldy Mountain here, not far from the W route of Old Baldy Trail No. 66.
Looking W at the Beaver Creek valley. Lupe is SE of Old Baldy Mountain here, near the W route of Old Baldy Trail No. 66.
Looking N at Old Baldy Mountain from the W route of Old Baldy Trail No. 66.
Looking N at Old Baldy Mountain from the W route of Old Baldy Trail No. 66.

When the W route of the Old Baldy trail started taking Lupe SE, she left the trail and plunged into the forest.  Lupe needed to head W to get to Schoolhouse Gulch Road, USFS Road No. 222.  Going W through the forest was a short cut.  Lupe was happy in the forest.  She likes being off any road or trail.  It really wasn’t very far to No. 222.  Soon Lupe and SPHP were there.  Lupe may have been disappointed the shortcut was so very short.

Looking W from USFS Road No. 222 (Schoolhouse Gulch Road).
Looking W from USFS Road No. 222 (Schoolhouse Gulch Road).

Lupe and SPHP headed N on No. 222.  Part of the time, Lupe and SPHP just paralleled the road out in the field to the W.  Lupe got a drink out of Beaver Creek where she crossed it still heading N.  No. 222 curved to the NW.  As a road hike on a fairly major gravel road, Lupe wasn’t all that thrilled with it, but it was still quite pretty.  Lupe dashed in and out of the forest checking for squirrels.  SPHP started collecting some of the inevitable trash along a main road.

After following USFS Road No. 222 for a couple of miles, Lupe reached USFS Road No. 103.  This road was more to Lupe’s liking.  It was more like a jeep trail or logging road.  It wound around to the S before turning W to connect with USFS Road No. 850 up on Cement Ridge.  Before reaching Cement Ridge, Lupe crossed the border from South Dakota into Wyoming.

From where Lupe reached No. 850, the Cement Ridge lookout tower was still a mile or more off to the NW.  Lupe and SPHP mostly stayed NE of the road following the highest part of the ridgeline.  There were big views off to the NE over the northern Black Hills of South Dakota.  The prairie could be seen beyond the hills.

Vehicles started coming and going on the road.  Lupe was going to have company up at the lookout tower.  As it turned out, Lupe was never alone up there.  Four or five carloads of people with kids and dogs arrived.  Lupe was a bit overwhelmed with so many dogs, so Lupe and SPHP went a bit W of the lookout tower to an old picnic table.  Lupe panted and rested in the shade of the table.

Cement Ridge is located at the NW end of the Black Hills of South Dakota.  It is so far NW, that the lookout tower is actually a mile into Wyoming.  The hillside surrounding the lookout tower is barren, and has a commanding view of a good deal of territory.  Crow Peak (5,787 ft.) was off to the NNE.  Warren Peaks (6,650 ft.) and Sundance Mountain (5,824 ft.) were far away to the NW.   Inyan Kara (6,360 ft.) was on the horizon to the SW.

Unfortunately, there was a fair amount of smoke haze in the air.  The views, especially to the W towards the sun, were not as distinct as they normally would be.  The camera just didn’t want to pick up the hazy peaks in the distance towards the W.

Lupe on Cement Ridge. The lookout tower is now in view to the NW.
Lupe on Cement Ridge. The lookout tower is in view to the NW.

Lupe on Cement Ridge, 10-11-15

Looking NW from near the picnic table W of the lookout tower. Warren Peaks is on the horizon, but the camera wouldn't pick it up with all the haze around.
Looking NW from W of the lookout tower. Warren Peaks is on the horizon, but the camera wouldn’t pick it up with all the haze around.
Looking SW.
Looking SW.  In this shot, Lupe is a purple-eared puppy, due to a reflection of sunlight on the lens.
Looking SW. Inyan Kara Mountain is the high point just right of center.
Looking SW. Inyan Kara Mountain is the high point just right of center.
The Cement Ridge fire lookout tower from the NW.
The Cement Ridge fire lookout tower from the NW.

Cement Ridge USGS Benchmark, 10-11-15The topo maps on Peakbagger.com show the true summit of Cement Ridge more than a mile to the SE of where the lookout tower is.  Peakbagger shows a high point there of 6674 feet, compared to 6647 feet at the lookout tower.  It doesn’t really look higher than the lookout tower, especially from the lookout tower.  SPHP doubts that it really is higher.

Lupe did not say what she thought.  She seemed unconcerned by this issue.  Nevertheless, when Lupe was done at the lookout tower, Lupe and SPHP went and climbed up to this other high point.  There was what might of been a small limestone cairn next to a bush, but nothing else of note.  The only view from the purported true summit of Cement Ridge was back to the NW towards the lookout tower.

Lupe leaves the Cement Ridge Lookout Tower on USFS Road No. 850.
Lupe leaves the Cement Ridge Lookout Tower on USFS Road No. 850.  Photo looks NW.
The high point on the ridge shown here is shown on Peakbagger.com topo maps as the true summit of Cement Ridge at 6,674 feet. SPHP really thinks the lookout tower is higher, but Lupe went to investigate.
The high point on the ridge seen here is shown on Peakbagger.com topo maps as the true summit of Cement Ridge at 6,674 feet. SPHP really thinks the lookout tower is higher, but Lupe went to investigate.  In any case, the views are much better at the lookout tower.
Lupe at the supposed true summit of Cement Ridge according to Peakbagger.com topo maps. Photo looks NW. The Cement Ridge lookout tower is seen at the top of the bare spot more than a mile away.
Lupe at what might be a poorly assembled cairn at the purported true summit of Cement Ridge.
Lupe at what might be a poorly assembled cairn at the purported true summit of Cement Ridge.

By now it was time to start making tracks back to the G6.  The sun was still above the horizon, but only for another 30 or 40 minutes.  Lupe and SPHP left the controversial summit of Cement Ridge.  Lupe explored the rest of this ridge, which trended to the SE.  The ridge remained quite high for at least 0.25 mile.  Although this ridge was all forested, there were some small NE facing cliffs at regular intervals.  There were often quite nice views in that direction from these cliffs.

The ridge didn’t lose much elevation until it curved to the S, then it went steadily downhill.  Lupe loved following the ridge.  There was no trail at all.  She played wild forest Dingo, running here and there exploring everything.  The sun went down a little while before the ridge ended at a pasture full of cows.  The cows made way for Lupe.  Just beyond their pasture was a dirt road.

SPHP was looking for USFS Road No. 105, but knew this wasn’t it.  Lupe and SPHP started following the dirt road S.  When it curved to the SE, suddenly there was rather loud gunfire.  The sound was coming from over the ridge to the W.  Lupe was immediately anxious.  She wanted to stop and hide.  SPHP made a number of short stops to encourage the nervous Carolina Dog, but mostly urged her to just keep going.

Lupe reached USFS Road No. 105.  A marker showed she had been following No. 105.1D.  There was a nice red barn in the field to the S of No. 105.  SPHP now knew for certain where Lupe was.  She was maybe 3 miles from the G6.  The gunfire continued for 30 minutes.  Finally it ended, but Lupe wasn’t immediately relieved.  She kept begging to stop.  SPHP even carried her a couple of times, but only for short distances.  Lupe made slow progress in between many stops along the way.

When it got dark enough for the stars and flashlight to come out, Lupe finally felt better.  The gunfire was long gone.  Under cover of darkness, her confidence was back.  When she reached the G6 at 7:44 PM (47°F), she wasn’t ready to get in and go home.  Instead, she wanted to stay out under the stars and play wild forest Dingo all night.

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