Wind River Range – The (Mostly) True Adventures of Lupe

Dog Tooth Peak & Mitchell Peak, Wind River Range, WY – Part 2: Dog Tooth Paradise to the Summits! (7-4-22)

Day 19 of Lupe’s 1st Summer of 2022 Dingo Vacation to Wyoming!

6:53 AM, base camp at Dog Tooth Paradise – A few raindrops had fallen on the tiny house at first light, but the morning was cool and fair now. Some high clouds, but they weren’t at all threatening as Lupe stood in a light SW breeze on the bedrock of the 10,200+ ft. ridge.

Behind her, the upper half of War Bonnet Peak (10,369 ft.) and tiptop of Sundance Pinnacle (11,054 ft.) were in sunshine. Beyond Jackass Pass in the distance, Pingora Peak (11,884 ft.), mighty guardian of the Cirque of the Towers, was bathed in sunlight, too.

**Sundance Pinnacle** (L), **War Bonnet Peak** (Center), **Pingora Peak** (R). Photo looks NW.

Wow! What a spectacular setting, and we haven’t even set out yet! We are in for one fabulous day sweet puppy!

I’ve been thinking, SPHP. Let’s climb Dog Tooth Peak (12,488 ft.) first. It’s closest, highest, and my top priority.

Don’t want to miss out on ol’ Dingo Fang, aye, Loopster? Consider this, though, Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.) is a mere 6 feet lower, and will have the grandest view of the Cirque of the Towers. Ought to be able to see Lonesome Lake, too. Furthermore, if things go well, provided we start with Mitchell, Dog Tooth and Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.) might both be possible. Since it’s in the middle, climbing Dog Tooth first means an either/or choice from there.

Still quite a few clouds around, SPHP. I’d rather not take a chance on the weather deteriorating and not make it to Dog Tooth Peak. Since Mitchell is your highest priority, we can do that next.

And it doesn’t bother you to forfeit any chance at Big Sandy, Loop?

SPHP, yesterday you said yourself that we probably couldn’t get to all 3 in a single day. So, let’s not bite off more than we can chew, and focus on what’s most important to us.

Alrighty, then! Sounds like a plan. Onward! Puppy, ho!

About to set out for **Dog Tooth Peak** (R) and **Mitchell Peak** (L). Photo looks NE.

Leaving the 10,200+ ft. ridge, Lupe headed NE down into the heart of Dog Tooth Paradise. After leaping over the tributary of North Creek flowing through the center of this incredibly beautiful valley, Loopster began her ascent of Dog Tooth Peak (12,488 ft.) from a little S of Dog Tooth Waterslide, which she’d visited yesterday evening.

Starting up **Dog Tooth Peak**. Photo looks NE.

Nearly 2,300 feet to the top, up every step of the way! Although steepish, the initial climb was very enjoyable, and really not hard at all. Looper traveled along exposed bedrock, winding her way higher through a thin, scattered forest that had sprung up wherever a bit of soil presented an opportunity. In some places, small streams ran through green meadows below big shelves of rock.

By the time the Carolina Dog was 400 feet above Dog Tooth Paradise, she was above most of the trees. The views were already tremendous! To the S, Temple Peak (12,972 ft.), Scheistler Peak (12, 640 ft.), and much of Big Sandy Lake were in sight. Continuing to climb, Lupe roamed at will over huge slabs of bedrock. Watered by snow melt trickling down the rocks, a fair amount of low vegetation remained.

Above the forest. **Mitchell Peak** (Center). Photo looks N.

**Temple Peak** (L), **Schiestler Peak** (Center), and **Big Sandy Lake** (R). Photo looks S.

Continuing up the slabs. **Mitchell Peak** (Center). Photo looks N.

Wandering a series of small ledges. **Dog Tooth Peak** (L of Center). Photo looks NE.

The rate of climb steepened. SPHP was forced to stop to gasp for air more and more often. Lupe relaxed or sniffed about as she saw fit. To the NW, Pylon Peak (12,378 ft.), Watch Tower (12,326 ft.), Sharks Nose (12,229 ft.), Overhanging Tower (12,164 ft.), and Wolfs Head (12,160 ft.) all came into sight strung out along the Cirque of the Towers beyond Jackass Pass.

**War Bonnet Peak** (L), **Mitchell Peak** (R). At Center in the gap from L to R: **Pylon Peak**, **Watch Tower**, **Sharks Nose**, **Overhanging Tower**, and **Wolfs Head**. Photo looks NW.

The slabs went on and on, but finally did come to an end. Lupe entered a region of rougher terrain. Fortunately, lanes of vegetation provided relatively easy routes higher. Although these lanes never completely disappeared, they became scarcer and scarcer.

Entering rougher terrain above the slabs. **Dog Tooth Peak** (Center). Photo looks ESE.

The rocks grew bigger. For a long way, Loopster leapt from boulder to boulder on steep fields of large talus. SPHP was terrible at this. Progress was dreadfully slow. Some scrambling was required, none of it too scary with a little caution.

Near the top, the rate of climb diminished. Suddenly there was much more greenery again. An easy stroll led to a football field size plain strewn with boulders, many of which laid conveniently flat.

Getting close to the top. Photo looks S.

SPHP was initially disappointed to see that the high point a little to the S that Lupe had been climbing toward wasn’t actually the true summit. A bouldery 60 foot high ridge NE of it was clearly higher. Almost a vertical wall, getting up there looked problematic, maybe impossible. Happily, an even higher ridge was a little farther N.

Although similar in appearance, this N ridge wasn’t quite as daunting.

Arriving at **Dog Tooth Peak’s summit plain**. **S high point** that Lupe had been climbing toward (L of Center). Photo looks S.

The daunting **NE ridge**. Photo looks ENE.

That’s it, SPHP! Dog Tooth Peak’s true summit! Look toward the L, I see a cairn up there.

Oh, yeah! You’re right, Looper! I see it too now. Hoo-girl, not sure if we can get up there or not. Looks dicey near the top.

Well, someone must have done it, SPHP, or there wouldn’t be a cairn.

Yeah, yeah, I know. That doesn’t mean we can. Before we break our necks trying, why don’t we have a look from those rocks over by the S edge. A lot easier to get to, and I bet there’s a splendid view.

Wandering over that way among the boulders, only a little super easy scramble was required to reach some nice flat perches along the S edge. Spread out before Lupe was a magnificent scene. Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.), the mountain she wasn’t going to get to visit, was only a mile SSE. Wind River Peak (13,192 ft.), East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.), and Temple Peak (12.972 ft.) were all beautifully arrayed beyond it. Part of Deep Lake was in sight, too.

**Big Sandy Mountain** (L of Center) in the foreground. **Wind River Peak** (L), **East Temple Peak** (Center), **Temple Peak** (R). Photo looks SSE.

After a leisurely look at this fabulous scene, it was time to take on that N ridge! Lupe headed back that way.

Bound for the **N ridge** (L). **NE ridge** (R) Photo looks NNE.

A scramble on big talus went slowly, but successfully to a near vertical wall near the top. Almost there, but getting spicey! Lupe couldn’t go any higher.

Hang on, Loopster! I’ll give you a boost!

Carefully, carefully, SPHP lifted the Carolina Dog as high as possible.

Now, Loop! Go!

Clawing her way forward, Lupe made it. Suddenly she was above SPHP, smiling back. Not from the summit, but it couldn’t be much higher.

*Come on up, SPHP! The mountain’s fine!* Photo looks ESE.

SPHP joined Lupe. That successful boost had been key. One last dicey scramble move was all it took. Child’s play to any real rock climber!

11:39 AM, 56ºF, Dog Tooth Peak (12,488 ft.) – Splendor was all around as the American Dingo stood next to the summit cairn in a 15 mph SW breeze. She’d made it. Lupe was here! A dream come true!

At **Dog Tooth Peak’s true summit**. **Wind River Peak** (L), **Big Sandy Mountain** (L of Center), **East Temple Peak** (Center). Photo looks SSE.

Oh, and what a dream it was!

SPHP, look at where we are! Really, truly on Dog Tooth Peak!

Yes, we are! Can you believe it? Congratulations, Loopster!

SPHP shook Lupe’s paw. She started to grin.

On **Dog Tooth Peak**. **East Temple Peak** (far L), **Temple Peak** (L). Photo looks S.

It’s a 4th of July to remember, SPHP!

Indeed it is! And we haven’t even gotten to Mitchell Peak, yet.

Oh, we will, SPHP! Just you wait and see. First, though, we’re spending some time right here.

SPHP sat on the huge rock supporting the cairn. Consisting mostly of flat-lying boulders and a few patches of dirt, the summit region was plenty big to move around on easily enough, but comfy spots were in short supply. Lupe decided curling up on SPHP’s lap was her best bet.

Seems to be chocolate coconut bar time, Looper! What do you think?

Thought you’d never ask, SPHP! Bring it on!

So many awesome views from up here, it was hard to know even where to start, but Wind River Peak (13,192 ft.), monarch of the SE end of the Wind River Range, was certainly high on the list. It was the 4th highest mountain Lupe had ever climbed, nearly 5 years ago now.

**Wind River Peak** (R of Center), **Big Sandy Mountain** (R), **East Temple Peak** (far R). Photo looks SE.

**Wind River Peak** (Center). Photo looks SE with help from the telephoto lens.

Naturally, that same glorious view of Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.) with Wind River Peak, East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.), and Temple Peak (12,972 ft.) on display beyond it that Lupe had seen from down along the S edge was even better now.

**Wind River Peak** (L), **Big Sandy Mountain** (Center), **East Temple Peak** (R of Center), and **Temple Peak** (R). Photo looks SSE.

From way up here, Peak 11930 and Schiestler Peak (11,640 ft.) more to the SSW looked small in comparison. Nearly 3,000 feet lower than Dog Tooth, Big Sandy Lake was in sight, too. Bunion Mountain (11,905 ft.) and Laturio Mountain (11,342 ft.) were SW, along with that pipsqueak Sundance Pinnacle (11,054 ft.).

**East Temple Peak** (far L), **Temple Peak** (L), **Peak 11930** (Center), **Schiestler Peak** (R), **Big Sandy Lake** (far R). Photo looks SSW.

**Laturio Mountain** (far L), **Sundance Pinnacle** (lower L), **Bunion Mountain** (L), **War Bonnet Peak** (Center), **Warrior Peaks** (R of Center). Photo looks W.

Perhaps the grandest scene, and one of intense interest, was to the NW where War Bonnet Peak (12,369 ft.) and Warrior Peaks (12,406 ft.) on the L, together with Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.) on the R, framed Pylon Peak (12,378 ft.), Watch Tower (12,326 ft.), and several other pinnacles of the Cirque of the Towers.

**War Bonnet Peak** (far L), **Warrior Peaks** (L), **Pylon Peak** (L of Center), **Watch Tower** (R of Center), **Mitchell Peak** (far R). Photo looks NW.

Looking NW between Mitchell Peak and Lizard Head Peak (12,842 ft.), a sea of partially snow-clad mountains extended beyond vision along the spine of the Wind River Range. Real giants were on the horizon, but too far away to identify.

Looking NW along the **spine of the Wind River Range**. **Mitchell Peak** (L).

Only 2 miles away, Lizard Head Peak, had a fearsome appearance.

**Lizard Head Peak**. Photo looks NNW with help from the telephoto lens.

Holy cow, Loopster! And to think that at one time I thought we might be able to climb Lizard Head. That ain’t gonna happen!

We could climb it with a helicopter, SPHP!

Across the gigantic canyon of the North Popo Agie River, both Bear Lake and another smaller lake were visible E of Lizard Head. An enormous ridge was beyond them, with many minor summits along it. Peak 12,539 was the highest point. Cathedral Peak (12,326 ft.) was somewhere way out toward the N end.

**Lizard Head** (L edge), **Bear Lake** (L), and **Peak 12539** (R). Photo looks N.

The North Popo Agie River canyon extended E more than 6 miles to a big bend where it curved NE. Mount Chevo (11,423 ft.) was in sight beyond the bend.

**Mount Chevo** (R of Center) beyond the **North Popo Agie River canyon**. Photo looks E.

12:41 PM – Mitchell Peak was calling! Lupe’s wonderful, precious hour on Dog Tooth Peak was drawing to a close. The American Dingo stood next to the summit cairn for the last time with the fabulous panorama to the S beyond her.

Hate to go, but are you ready, Loop?

As ready as I’ll ever be, SPHP. I wish it wasn’t over, but I feel blessed to have ever been here. Thanks for agreeing to come here first.

Dingo Fang is a splendid summit, Looper. Glad we came!

Me too, but the adventure continues, SPHP!

Indeed it did! A very cautious initial descent succeeded in getting past the tricky, assistance-required spot. Returning to the football field size plain, the Carolina Dog turned NW toward Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.).

Setting out for **Mitchell Peak** (far R). **Bunion Peak** (far L), **War Bonnet Peak** & **Warrior Peaks** (L), **Cirque of the Towers** (Center). Photo looks NW.

It was a slow go. Gradually losing elevation, Lupe leapt from boulder to boulder across an endless mountainside of big talus. Far ahead, a rock formation extending SW down from the ridge leading to Mitchell Peak appeared to present an insurmountable barrier.

See that gap toward the lower end of the long wall of rock, Looper? Head for it. Let’s try to get through there.

The cool SW wind had been strengthening all day. As the Carolina Dog finally reached the wall of rock, it roared 50 mph through the gap. A bit of scrambling was required to even get up to the gap, a task the gale made even more of a challenge.

Lupe made it, though. Soon she was standing in the wild wind on large, flat rocks N of the gap. Mitchell Peak was now directly ahead.

**Mitchell Peak** (Center) from near the gap. **Lizard Head Peak** (R). Photo looks NW.

A short descent on more big talus got Lupe down to much easier terrain. Only scattered rocks were here on a sloping plain of low vegetation. The wind wasn’t nearly as bad, either. Staying well below the giant saddle way up along the ridge to the NE, Loop continued NW toward the slope SW of Mitchell’s cliffy summit block.

Approaching **Mitchell Peak**. Lupe aimed for that highest blip (L) on the W ridge. Photo looks NW.

The climb got steep pretty fast, but lanes of vegetation made it fairly easy for quite a long way. Eventually, Lupe had to scramble up some big talus again, but not too far. It was clear that being any farther E toward Mitchell’s summit block would have been much worse.

Above the largest talus, the route wasn’t quite as steep. Life got easier. Loopster was thrilled when she came to a couple of snowfields melting away in the July sun, but they were too soft to cross without post-holing. Going around them was a bit of a pain. 150 feet above the uppermost snowbank, Lupe reached a broad plain 300 or 400 feet E of a big knob of rock along Mitchell Peak’s upper W ridge.

High on **Mitchell Peak’s SW slope**. Photo looks NE.

On the upper W ridge. **War Bonnet Peak** (L), **Pylon Peak** (R). Photo looks WSW.

Covered with large, flat-lying rocks, and a fair amount of low vegetation, the plain sloped gradually down to the N toward sheer, unseen cliffs. To the E, it rose toward the summit.

Heading for the **summit**. Photo looks ENE.

The hard part was over! Sweeping around the N side of the summit block, Lupe went virtually unimpeded all the way to the top.

4:38 PM, 55ºF, Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.) – The wind was 25 mph, still out of the SW, when Lupe reached a summit region of massive boulders. A puny 3 rock cairn sat on the tremendous rock that supported the very highest one, which hung partly out into space toward the S.

**True summit** (Center), piddly cairn (R), **War Bonnet Peak** (far R). Photo looks SW.

On **Mitchell Peak’s true summit**. **East Temple Peak** (far L), **Temple Peak** (L), **Peak 11930** (Center). Photo looks S.

What can be said? The amazing 360º panorama from Mitchell Peak was in many ways similar to the one from Dog Tooth Peak only a mile SE. Even so, if anything, the views were even more superb here. One view in particular had made an ascent of Mitchell Peak a goal for years.

Oh, my gosh, Loopster! Look at that! The entire Cirque of the Towers!

Wow, this must be the best vantage point possible, SPHP! We’re looking down on all of them!

Yup, just by a little bit, though. The only thing that might be better would to be right on top of one of those towers so close to the rest.

I’d choose Pingora Peak (11,884 ft.), SPHP, it’s so cool looking.

An excellent choice, Looper! Wolfs Head (12,160 ft.) appears so narrow and sharp it would slice us in two.

No reason to worry about that. Neither Lupe nor SPHP would ever be on any of them. They were all there, though, Warrior Peaks (12,406 ft.), Pylon Peak (12,378 ft.), Block Tower (12,210 ft.), Sharks Nose (12,229 ft.) , Overhanging Tower (12,164 ft.), and Bollinger Peak (12,232 ft.).

The famous **Cirque of the Towers** (L) from Mitchell Peak. **Pingora Peak** (Center). Photo looks NW.

**Warrior Peaks** (L), **Cirque of the Towers** (Center), **Pingora Peak** (R). Photo looks WNW.

**Pylon Peak** (L), **Watch Tower** (L of Center), **Block Tower** and **Sharks Nose** (Center), **Overhanging Tower** (R of Center), **Pingora Peak** (far R) with **Wolfs Head** (slightly L), **Bollinger Peak** and **Mount Geikie** (R) beyond. Photo looks WNW with help from the telephoto lens.

While the Cirque of the Towers was spell-binding, there was so much else to see, too! Lizard Head Peak (12,842 ft.) was only 1.5 miles N. Lupe could see little Skunk Knob (11,099 ft.) SE of it, where she had once been years ago. E of Lizard Head was Peak 12539‘s giant ridge.

**Lizard Head Peak** (R), **Skunk Knob** (lower L). Photo looks NNW.

**Lizard Head Peak** (Center). Photo looks N.

**Peak 12539** (R of Center), **Lizard Head Peak** (far L). Photo looks NE.

Of course, the view of Dog Tooth Peak (12,488 ft.) was spectacular with both Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.) and Wind River Peak (13,192 ft.) in the background.

**Dog Tooth Peak** (Center), **Big Sandy Mountain** (R) with **Wind River Peak** beyond. Photo looks SE.

**Dog Tooth Peak** (L), **Big Sandy Mountain** and **Wind River Peak** (Center), **East Temple Peak** (R). Photo looks SE.

East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.), Temple Peak (12,972 ft.), Peak 11930, and Schiestler Peak (11,640 ft.) were naturally all a little farther away now, but the angle was such from Mitchell Peak that more lakes were visible. In addition to Big Sandy Lake, all of Deep Lake was in sight. Most of Temple Lake was, too, but it was a little hard to distinguish still almost entirely covered in snow and ice. Part of Clear Lake, and a few others could be seen as well.

**Big Sandy Mountain** & **Wind River Peak** (far L), **East Temple Peak** (L), Temple Peak (Center), **Schiestler Peak** (R) with **Peak 11930** beyond. **Big Sandy Lake** (far R). Photo looks SSE.

**East Temple Peak** (L), **Temple Peak** (Center), **Schiestler Peak** (R) with **Peak 11930** beyond. Photo looks S with help from the telephoto lens.

**East Temple Peak** (L) with **Deep Lake** below it. **Temple Peak** (R) with frozen **Temple Lake** below it. Part of **Clear Lake** (foreground). Photo looks SSE with lots of help from the telephoto lens.

Despite Mitchell Peak’s summit region consisting of a ridge of large talus, it was actually fairly easy to move around, with plenty of space to do so. After Lupe got up on the true summit, SPHP shook her paw, showering her with profuse praise and congratulations. What an incredible couple of big mountains she’d climbed today! A second and final celebratory chocolate coconut bar of the day was shared.

Surprisingly, no sign of a registry. Hadn’t been one on Dog Tooth, either. No registry wasn’t what mattered here, though. After searching around, only a couple of feet W of the little cairn, SPHP saw the white outline of a rectangle on the upper surface of the massive flat rock supporting the true summit boulder.

Oh, no! It’s gone, Loop! It must have been attached right there.

What’s gone, SPHP?

The plaque commemorating Finis Mitchell!

The Finis Mitchell that Mitchell Peak is named after, SPHP?

Precisely, Looper! Finis and his wife ran a fishing camp for many years near Mud Lake back down at Big Sandy Opening. He’d been all over the Wind River Range during his life, and wrote Wind River Trails, a guide book that seems quaint these days. At the end of the book is a photo of the plaque commemorating Finis’ 11 ascents of Mitchell Peak. I really wanted to get a photo of you standing next to that plaque, but we’re too late! It’s not here anymore!

The missing plaque was the only real disappointment of this epic, joyful day. For more than an hour, Lupe and SPHP sat together, or wandered, gazing at the magnificent Wind River Range scenes in all directions.

**Wind River Range** from **Mitchell Peak**. Photo looks NW.

Same view with help from the telephoto lens. **Skunk Knob** (Center) near bottom. **Texas Pass** (far R). Photo looks NW.

5:47 PM, Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.) – 4th of July! One to remember! SPHP didn’t realize it until much later upon seeing that photo of the Finis Mitchell plaque in Wind River Trails again, but this was sort of a coincidence, too. Finis Mitchell’s first ascent of Mitchell Peak had been on the 4th of July back in 1923.

99 years later to the day, Lupe also stood alone on Mitchell Peak for the first time in a stiff SW breeze next to the little cairn only a foot or two from where both Finis Mitchell and his plaque had once been.

99 years later on **Mitchell Peak**. Photo looks SW.

The inevitable sad moment of departure had arrived, as it always does. While Lupe lingered at the summit, SPHP started down first.

Final moments on the summit. Photo looks S.

SPHP called. Lupe came running, bounding down the boulders.

One more thing we need to do before we completely leave the mountain, Loopster.

Oh, and what’s that, SPHP?

We should have a look at Lonesome Lake. Couldn’t see it from the summit, and I’d like to see it again.

From up here? That would be awesome, SPHP!

Then follow me, Loop.

After heading NW through the talus, SPHP led Lupe down to the cliffs along Mitchell Peak’s N edge. Sure enough, Lonesome Lake was there, nestled at the base of Pingora Peak (11,884 ft.), partly in its shadow.

**Cirque of the Towers** (L), **Pingora Peak** (Center), **Lonesome Lake** (R). Photo looks NW.

Lonesome Lake is as beautiful as ever, SPHP!

Remember when we were down there, Looper? We’d already been to the Cirque of the Towers, discovered that really cool waterfall, then came down to Lonesome Lake on our way to Skunk Knob (11,099 ft.).

I remember it was a sunny day, SPHP. Sunlight was sparkling on the waves with Mitchell Peak soaring skyward past the lake. Seems like a long, long time ago now.

That’s right, Loop! And it has been a while. That was back in 2015.

The SW wind blew constantly during nearly the entire descent. Staying even a little farther W on the steep part below Mitchell Peak’s upper W ridge, Lupe was able to avoid nearly all the big talus she’d run into on the way up. Once down to the much easier terrain SW of the big saddle on the ridge between Mitchell and Dog Tooth, the Carolina Dog ran free, displaying great energy as she led the way, roaming and sniffing at will, while marmots whistled warnings of her approach.

Incredibly beautiful, the long descent was interesting and somewhat more complicated than SPHP expected. Lupe traveled S down slabs of bedrock past snowbanks, ledges, and a multitude of small streams.

The American Dingo was in the forest, almost all the way down to Dog Tooth Paradise when the wind finally quit. Not much farther now.

Near sunset, base camp at Dog Tooth Paradise – SPHP was tired, but Lupe was still animated, sniffing around a while before finally entering the tiny house.

Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.) tomorrow, SPHP?

I’d love to, but afraid not, Loop. We’re completely out of food. I didn’t bring enough.

That wasn’t entirely true. A couple handfuls of peanuts remained. Not for long, though! Peanuts for dinner. Even Lupe ate them, and when the last one was gone, still running on empty, on the magnificent day she’d been to 2 splendid Wind River Range peaks, it was time for goodnight.

On **Mitchell Peak**, Wind River Range, Wyoming 7-4-22

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Dog Tooth Peak & Mitchell Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 1: Big Sandy Opening to Dog Tooth Paradise (7-3-22)

East Temple Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 1: Big Sandy Opening to Clear Lake (7-18-20)

East Temple Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 2: Deep Lake to the Summit (7-19-20)

Big Sandy to Jackass Pass & Cirque of the Towers, Wind River Range, WY (9-1-15)

Cirque of the Towers, Lonesome Lake, Skunk Knob & Jackass Pass, Wind River Range, WY (9-2-15)

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Dog Tooth Peak & Mitchell Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 1: Big Sandy Opening to Dog Tooth Paradise (7-3-22)

Days 16-18 of Lupe’s 1st Summer of 2022 Dingo Vacation to Wyoming!

7-1-22, almost noon – July already! While SPHP moseyed about cleaning and organizing, Lupe had spent most of this beautiful morning relaxing on her pink blanket, displaying no sign of ambition.

C’mon, Looper! We’ll be moving on soon. Last chance for a sniff before we head out.

Rather reluctantly leaping out of the RAV4, Lupe joined SPHP on a short stroll along Road No. 10399 out to Greys River Road and back again. She then wandered down to Greys River for a drink.

This is a wonderful spot! I love it here, SPHP! You haven’t even caught up the trip journal yet. Why do we have to leave?

Because you’ve climbed all the mountains we intended to around here on this Dingo Vacation, Loopster, and I’m not in a trip journal mood. So we might as well start getting into position for the next big thing. Besides, I’m kind of looking forward to a nice, long, scenic drive. You’ll enjoy it, too!

Will there be any cows and horses to bark at?

Can almost guarantee it, Loop!

And what is the next big thing, SPHP? Where are we going?

The Wind River Range, Looper! Ever since reading Wind River Trails by Finis Mitchell, I’ve always wanted to climb Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.).

7-2-22, 1:28 AM, pullout along Hwy 352 near the turn to New Fork Lake – The only thing wrong with the drive to Pinedale was that it wasn’t long enough. Lupe had arrived in plenty of time to enjoy not one, but two sniffs along Pine Creek. Not inclined to stray too far from civilization this evening, near sunset SPHP had driven W out of town, admittedly the wrong way as far as getting to the Big Sandy Opening, but this pullout was a quiet enough spot late at night.

Lupe had been happy in the RAV4 most of the day, but the Carolina Dog wanted out now. SPHP grabbed the flashlight.

OK, let’s go!

Moonless, the night was very dark, the Milky Way overhead but a faint glow. Enjoying the cool air, Lupe sniffed along the tall grass bordering the pullout. A surprisingly busy highway during the day, silence reigned now. 15 minutes of star-gazing pondering the universe sufficed.

7-2-22, predawn hours – Ugh! Awake again. Not due to the American Dingo this time, though. In fact, Lupe never even seemed to notice, but there’d been increasingly bold scurrying in the RAV4 every night since this Dingo Vacation started. About time to put an end to it, but how?

Grabbing the flashlight, SPHP shone it around. A set of beady black eyes stared back a moment, then vanished. Aha! Knew it! An idea formed. Might work! SPHP opened the door of the RAV4, and hopped out.

Where are you going, SPHP?

Stay put, Loop. I’m gonna catch that mouse!

Getting a big, clear plastic bag out of the back, SPHP put some of Lupe’s Taste of the Wild in it. Then placing it on the floor behind Lupe’s seat with the bag kept open, SPHP turned off the flashlight.

Didn’t take long. The scurrying recommenced, right into the trap!

Closing the bag suddenly, SPHP turned on the light. Got him! Trapped like a rat, a really small one. Moments later, SPHP released the mouse unharmed into the grass along the pullout before returning to the RAV4.

Hah! So easy! I should have thought of that sooner, Loop. Mouse must have been getting pretty hungry in here.

The words were scarcely out of SPHP’s mouth, when scurrying resumed. What? Two mice? Inconceivable! But front and back, here and there, bold scurrying commenced anytime the light was off.

The Taste of the Wild trap worked a second time. This time, just in case, SPHP released mouse 150 feet from the RAV4. Blissful silence reigned even after the light was turned out. Finally, that was that!

For 20 minutes, then the scurrying returned. 3 mice? No, not possible! That same dang mouse must know how to get back into the RAV4.

You’re no help at all, Loopster! Can’t you do something about this mouse?

Like what, SPHP? I’m a Carolina Dog, not the breed you need in a case like this.

Really? What does breed have to do with it? And what breed would you recommend?

A cat would be a good choice, SPHP.

A cat! Maybe so, but a cat isn’t technically a canine, Loop. Hate to break it to you, but cats are a different species entirely. Cats are felines.

No need to slander cats, SPHP, just because they aren’t very bright. Cats are canines, too, you know! Not their fault they’re too mentally deficient to be decent members of the pack. They’re loners by nature. And despite their obvious handicaps, you’ve got to admit they are excellent mousers.

Cats are canines, too? No, they aren’t silly Dingo! But whatever, we’re fresh out of cats in any case, and apparently you aren’t going to lift a paw to help me.

Well, here’s a thought, SPHP. Since you seem to be almost as good at catching mice as a cat, how about next time you play catch and release, run back to the RAV4 and drive away. Mouse will never catch us.

Hmm. Not a bad plan, Loopster! Might be the only thing that will work.

Except it didn’t. Mouse was wising up. This time it took a while before the mouse dared enter the plastic bag. SPHP snapped it shut.

Did you get him, SPHP?

Nope, doesn’t look like it. Shoot! Thought I had him.

SPHP reset the Taste of the Wild trap only to see the mouse scurry out of the bag before turning off the light.

Well, dang it! I did have him all along, and now I don’t!

Major fail, SPHP!

Bold, in-your-face scurrying continued whenever the flashlight was off the rest of the night, but mouse wasn’t falling for the Taste of the Wild in the plastic bag trick again.

7-2-22, 8:00 AM – What a night! The morning sun was already well above the Wind River Range when SPHP woke up. No scurrying now that it was light out, but the stowaway was almost certainly still on board as SPHP fired up the RAV4.

In Pinedale, Lupe enjoyed another long sniff along Pine Creek. By noon, SPHP had the trip journal fairly close to being caught up. An afternoon drive to Boulder, then along the Lander Cut-off was great fun and very scenic, with terrific views of the Wind River Range the whole way.

7-2-22, 2:30 PM, Big Sandy Opening – Actually a few parking spots left at the trailhead when Lupe arrived. SPHP was amazed, considering it was 4th of July weekend. Tucking the RAV4 neatly into a spot, work on the trip journal resumed despite all the activity outside. Meanwhile, the Carolina Dog was perfectly content snoozing on her pink blanket.

By 4:05 PM, the journal was caught up again.

What are you doing, SPHP?

Getting ready, Loop.

You aren’t seriously considering setting out now, are you? Late afternoon already, and it was kind of a short night last night with all the antics you and mouse went through. Why not stay here tonight, rest up, and hit the trail in the morning when we’re fresh?

Days are long this time of year, Looper. If we head out now, maybe we can shave enough distance off this evening to put us within striking distance of Mitchell Peak tomorrow?

7-2-22, 5:30 PM – Finally ready, but as SPHP registered near the start of Big Sandy Trail No. 099, someone was not amused. Lupe clearly didn’t want to go.

Took a good deal of pleading and persuasion, but Loop finally followed SPHP over a small rise into the forest. Almost immediately, a sign for the Meeks Lake Trail appeared.

A little beyond the sign, the broad, heavily-trafficked trail broke out of the forest, entering a flat meadow. Lupe remained unenthused. Even the sight of Laturio Mountain (11,342 ft.) ahead failed to lift her spirits.

**Laturio Mountain** (L & Center) from Big Sandy Trail No. 099. Photo looks NNE.

C’mon, Loop, cheer up! We aren’t going to do anything difficult today, just make some tracks. Going to be alright, you’ll see.

It became almost a contest of wills. SPHP led the way, while Lupe played an extreme version of her stalking game. The American Dingo wouldn’t budge an inch until SPHP was not only out of sight, but gone for a while. Forced to wait, SPHP had to resort to the whistle a few times.

Took way longer than it should have to cover the easy 0.75 mile to where Continental Divide Trail No. 096 split off from Trail No. 099 to Big Sandy Lake, but Lupe finally got there.

At the junction. Straight ahead to Big Sandy Lake, or L to Meeks Lake. **Big Sandy River** (R). Photo looks NE.

The Carolina Dog’s reluctance to continue on diminished after taking much less frequented Trail No. 96, but Loop still hung back playing her stalking game for a while. At least she was staying closer than before.

Playing the stalking game along Trail No. 096.

The trail wound gradually higher through a forested region. Mosquitoes had been bad back at the Big Sandy Opening trailhead, and were worse here. An enveloping cloud of the blood-thirsty little vampires whined in almost instantly during any pause. Lupe caught up when SPHP finally stopped to slather on some Eucalyptus cream, followed by a liberal spraying of Repel.

Hold still, Looper. I’ll put a little on you, too!

My, isn’t this fun, SPHP? So glad we’re getting to serve as local blood banks, and I’m not stuck in the RAV4 snoozing peacefully with a full tummy after a decent meal. Why, mouse might start scurrying around, and make me bat an eye! Wouldn’t that be awful?

Yeah, I know, the mosquitoes are horrid, Loop. I hate ’em too. If ever there was a species I’d be glad to cheer on to extinction, they fit the bill.

Reeking of Eucalyptus, the journey resumed. Poor Lupe! Mosquitoes still kept attacking her eyes, lips, and paws where SPHP hadn’t dared to apply any Repel or Eucalyptus. SPHP killed hundreds on her to no avail. Constant motion was the only real defense.

After 0.33 mile, Trail No. 096 crossed a stream. An easy rock-hop, this was the outlet stream from Meeks Lake.

Fording the **Meeks Lake outlet stream**.

Beyond the stream, the trail climbed another 100 feet before leveling out and turning NNW. Soon patches of blue could be glimpsed in the thick forest W of the trail, but a good view of Meeks Lake never materialized. Lupe was already beyond the lake when the trail forked again upon reaching a clearing.

**Meeks Lake Trail No. 096** continues toward the L. **Diamond Lake Trail No. 100** goes R. Photo looks N.

Lupe had been here before. Diamond Lake Trail No. 100 angling off to the R was the way to go. Combined with Trail No. 096, it was a slightly longer, but far more secluded route than Big Sandy Lake Trail No. 099, which it would eventually rejoin past Diamond Lake.

After crossing the flat clearing, No. 100 started to climb as it headed NE back into the trees. Before long, the surrounding forest was a complete shambles. Deadfall everywhere, some of it gigantic!

Re-entering the forest on **Diamond Lake Trail No. 100**. Photo looks NE.

Fortunately, the USFS service had made a valiant, and largely successful, effort to keep the trail deadfall-free. Still some deadfall to contend with, but not anywhere near the nightmare it might have been. After gaining 200 feet over 0.25 mile, Diamond Lake Trail No. 100 topped out going over a minor pass. A steady descent began, and the forest was soon looking much healthier again.

7-2-22, 7:03 PM – By the time Lupe made it to V Lake, the evening was drippy and gray. Scheistler Peak (11,640 ft.), Temple Peak (12,972 ft.), and Peak 11930 were only dimly in view. For a while, mist or light rain fell. Multiple blue tents were up on an open hillside NW of the lake, along with the only people seen since leaving Big Sandy Trail No. 099.

**Scheistler Peak** (far L), **Temple Peak** (Center), and **Peak 11930** (R of Center) from **V Lake**. Photo looks ESE.

Beyond V Lake, the trail was quite flat as Lupe continued NE through huge meadows, parts of which were swampy, and stretches of forest where the ground was firmer. Progress was rapid on this easy terrain. The Carolina Dog forded several small gravelly streams, none of which presented any difficulty.

**N end of V Lake** (R). **Scheistler Peak** (far L), **Temple Peak** (Center), and **Peak 11930** (R of Center). Photo looks ENE.

Reaching a big slab of exposed bedrock, 3 mountains were visible ahead for the first time.

**Mitchell Peak** (L), **Dog Tooth Peak** (Center) & **Big Sandy Mountain** (R). Photo looks NE.

Hey, hey, Loopster! Told ya this was a good idea. Looks like we’re starting to get somewhere. There’s Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.)!

Which one is Mitchell, SPHP?

The one on the L, Loop.

Do those other 2 peaks have names, too?

They most certainly do! That’s Dog Tooth Peak (12,488 ft.) in the middle, and Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.) on the R.

Dog Tooth Peak! What an awesome name, although Dingo Fang Peak would have been even better. Let’s climb Dog Tooth Peak, too, SPHP! It’s the highest one. In fact, we could climb all 3.

Glad to see your enthusiasm returning, Looper! I’ve actually been hoping we can climb Dog Tooth in addition to Mitchell. I knew you’d like that name! Big Sandy is fine with me, too, of course, if we have time. Might be a bit much in one day, though, and I didn’t bring enough supplies to stay up here very long.

A mile past V Lake, Diamond Lake came into view. The trail passed through another semi-swampy big meadow NW of the lake.

**Temple Peak** (L) and **Peak 11930** (Center) from **Diamond Lake**. Photo looks SE.

Beyond the meadow, Lupe stuck with Diamond Lake Trail No. 100 a little farther as it went back into the forest. Light was soon starting to fade. SPHP marched off into the pines NW of the trail.

This ought to be about far enough for today, Looper. We don’t want to go so far that we reach Trail No. 099 again. Much more secluded here.

Fine, fine, but hurry, SPHP! Set up the tiny house. I’m getting eaten alive!

The mosquitoes were horrendous! Setting up the tiny house in record time, it was a tremendous relief to scramble inside, and zip that door shut! After a bite to eat before it got dark, pleased how it had all gone, SPHP drifted off to sleep thinking Lupe was well-positioned for an ascent of Mitchell Peak, and maybe even Dog Tooth Peak tomorrow.

7-3-22, black as pitch – No telling what time it was. Flashes of light so faint SPHP wasn’t even sure they were real soon brightened. Lightning! Before long, the pitter-patter of raindrops. Nothing too serious, probably just a shower. After pulling part of Lupe’s sleeping bag over her, SPHP rolled over and went back to sleep.

7-3-22, morning – Light out, but still raining. Lupe had slept long and hard. Even so, apparently she still felt listless, perfectly content to laze about on her red sleeping bag. Also lethargic, SPHP laid listening to the rain, trying to doze. Face it, getting soaking wet while facing a horde of vampires, wasn’t much of an incentive. None dared leave the tiny house.

7-3-22, 10:30 AM – It had finally quit raining. Slathered in Eucalyptus cream and coated with the last of the Repel spray, SPHP unzipped the door of the tiny house.

Going to try to do this fast! Just stay inside, Loop, until I’ve got the tiny house ready to roll up.

No worries there! The American Dingo hadn’t the slightest intention of disobeying that order. Clouds of mosquitoes enveloped SPHP. Happily, chemical warfare was working. Only got bit once before having to kick Loop out of the tiny house. Hoisting the pack as soon as possible, a hasty retreat back to Diamond Lake Trail No. 100 ensued.

Heading NE, it turned out Lupe had spent the night only a few minutes from the junction with Big Sandy Lake Trail No. 099.

Signage at the junction of Diamond Lake Trail No. 100 and Big Sandy Lake Trail No. 099.

For some grand, mysterious reason there were no mosquitoes to speak of along Big Sandy Lake Trail No. 099. The day was getting sunnier, and the trail was busy. Lots of people both coming and going. Plenty of dogs to sniff with, too!

Lupe had started out playing her stalking game again, but soon gave that up and trotted right along. The trail ran NE, climbing at an easy pace. By noon, the Carolina Dog was wading in the cold, shallow waters at the SW end of Big Sandy Lake.

**Big Sandy Lake**. **Dog Tooth Peak** (L) & **Big Sandy Mountain** (Center). Photo looks NE.

Continuing along Big Sandy Lake’s W shore on Trail No. 099, forest soon gave way to a big meadow. The scenery was magnificent, and it was lunch time, too!

Doesn’t get much better than this! Want to take a break, Loop? I brought beef jerky.

An offer too good to refuse! Heading W up a short grassy slope, a sunny perch was settled upon on some big rocks. Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.), Dog Tooth Peak (12,488 ft.), and Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.) were all on display. Directly across the lake, Scheistler Peak (11,640 ft.) was most impressive.

**Mitchell Peak** (L), **Dog Tooth Peak** (R), **Big Sandy Mountain** (R edge). Photo looks NNE.

**Big Sandy Mountain** (Center). Photo looks NE.

**Scheistler Peak** (Center). Photo looks SSE.

See that gigantic wall of rock? That’s Haystack Mountain (11,978 ft.), Loop. The pointier peak to the R that looks like you’re walking a plank is East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.).

**Haystack Mountain** (Center), **East Temple Peak** (R). Photo looks SE.

East Temple Peak! Why we were there only a couple of years ago, SPHP! Remember how beautiful Deep Lake was, and how we couldn’t find the tiny house in the middle of the night?

Sure do, Loopster! How could I ever forget all that?

7-3-22, 1:21 PM, N end of Big Sandy Lake – A very pleasant hour in the warm sunshine had shot on by. The beef jerky had, of course, been a huge hit. After crossing the alluvial plain where Lost Creek spread out into various trickles only a few inches deep, Lupe was now at the next trail junction.

Junction of Trails No. 099 and No. 098 at the N end of Big Sandy Lake.

Which way, SPHP?

Go L, Loop, unless you want to climb East Temple Peak again!

Don’t tempt me, SPHP! I’d do it in a heartbeat.

For the first time, Big Sandy Trail No. 099 climbed aggressively, winding N through a forest. Loopster gained 400 feet of elevation before the trail flattened out. Ahead, a big gap was visible between two towering peaks.

**War Bonnet Peak** (L), **Mitchell Peak** (R). Photo looks N.

That’s War Bonnet Peak (12,369 ft.) on the L, Looper. Part of Mitchell on the R. We’re only a couple of miles from Jackass Pass.

We’re going to Jackass Pass, SPHP? You mean we’ll be visiting the Cirque of the Towers and Lonesome Lake again? Been forever since we’ve been there, and so spectacular!

Sadly, no. We’ll have to leave the trail before we get to Jackass Pass, Loop, if we want climb Mitchell Peak.

And Dog Tooth Peak, too, SPHP! Don’t forget Dog Tooth. I’ll bite you, if you do!

That ought to remind me, Miss Dingo Fang!

7-3-22, 2:05 PM – As Lupe trotted N along the flat section, it was clear any attempt at an ascent today would mean she’d only get to one summit at best. Too late already, and to tell the truth, SPHP wasn’t feeling even that ambitious. Maybe better to pitch the tiny house somewhere, and rest? Might be possible to hit 2 summits tomorrow with an early start.

Seemed like a better plan. Checking out the grassy slopes W of the trail, the best place to camp was already taken, but there was another spot a bit farther on that might do.

Loop, leave the trail here! Let’s go up there and take a look around.

How come, SPHP?

We got off to too late a start due to the rain. Let’s find a place to camp. We’ll wait on mountains until tomorrow.

A short climb led to a great view from some big rocks, but the little patch of relatively level grassy ground next to the rocks proved too rocky.

**Haystack Mountain** (L), **East Temple Peak** (L of Center), **Temple Peak** (R of Center), and **Scheistler Peak** (R) from the viewpoint. Photo looks SSE.

Terrific view, but this isn’t going to work, Looper. We’re going to have to keep looking. Oh, that’s sad!

What’s sad, SPHP? Keeping looking?

No, I see a dead animal on top of a big rock 50 feet away. Poor thing!

What kind of a dead animal, SPHP?

Not sure, Loop. Let me take a look with the camera’s telephoto lens. Hmm, well, that’s surprising.

What’s surprising, SPHP? Don’t keep me in suspenders!

Suspense, not suspenders, Loop. Think it’s a marmot, or maybe a pika. What’s surprising is how lively it looks for a dead one.

Oh, I love marmots, SPHP! Pikas, too. Hope it’s not dead. Which is it, alive or dead?

Since I’ve seen it move now, and it’s eyes are open, I’m revising my earlier opinion, Loopster. Clearly alive.

As much as Lupe would have liked to play a game of hunter and prey with the marmot, that really wasn’t possible. The marmot’s lofty perch was eminently secure. Returning to Trail No. 099, the trek N continued, but not very far before the trail dropped down to cross North Creek.

North Creek was a fairly good-sized rushing stream, but SPHP managed to rock hop it while Lupe waded on through. Now on the E side of the stream, the trail immediately began winding higher. Lupe gained a good 100 feet of elevation before it leveled out again, heading N.

Let’s leave the trail here, Looper. The topo map shows sort of a big flat ridge not too much higher up this slope to the E, and a shallow valley on the other side where there’s a tributary of North Creek. Might be our best shot at finding some level ground.

Abandoning Trail No. 099 yet again, Lupe started up a thinly forested slope that didn’t look very promising. The topo map was right, though. Before long, the terrain began to level out. Soon the Carolina Dog was on top of a wide ridge of exposed bedrock. Scattered, scrawny trees grew wherever the bedrock harbored a bit of soil.

Oh, my gosh, Loop! This ridge is gorgeous, and the views are spectacular! We’ve got to find a place to pitch the tiny house up here.

Look over there, SPHP! Isn’t that the top of Pingora Peak (11,884 ft.) over by the Cirque of the Towers beyond Jackass Pass?

Oh yeah, you’re right, Looper. How awesome is that? We’re staying here!

7-3-22, 3:32 PM – A small, shallow patch of flat pine-needle covered soil was found that sufficed. Before long, SPHP had Lupe’s tiny house up.

**Base camp at10,200+ ft**. **Haystack Mountain** (L), **East Temple Peak** (L of Center), and **Temple Peak** behind trees (R). Photo looks SSE.

Despite an easy day, a certain weariness had set in for both human and Dingo. The sky was clouding up again, too, the weather a bit unsettled, although there hadn’t been any more precipitation. Occasional brief gusts of wind shook the tiny house.

Hate to say it, but I feel like a nap, Loop.

Me too, SPHP! Why don’t we take a snooze, and see what develops? If it’s nice out, we can emerge and do some exploring this evening. If not, we’re already as snug as a bug in a rug.

Great minds think alike, Looper!

7-3-22, 6:07 PM – A long nap had done wonders, even for the weather. Lupe emerged from the tiny house to mostly blue skies and sunshine. An evening of joy and beauty was in store as Lupe and SPHP explored this fascinating region together.

NW, War Bonnet Peak (12,369 ft.) and Sundance Pinnacle (11,054 ft.) dominated the W side of the North Creek valley. The distinctive, massive rounded spire of Pingora Peak (11,884 ft.) was visible in the distance.

**Warbonnet Peak** (Center), **Pingora Peak** (R) in the distance. Photo looks NW.

**War Bonnet Peak** (L), part of **Mitchell Peak** (R), **Pingora Peak** (L of Center) beyond **Jackass Pass**. Photo looks NNW.

The ridge of bedrock that Lupe’s tiny house was pitched on at 10,200+ feet extended S several hundred more feet. Venturing out that way, the Carolina Dog enjoyed superb views of Haystack Mountain (11,978 ft.), East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.), Temple Peak (12,972 ft.), and Schiestler Peak (11,640 ft.).

The **10,200+ foot ridge** (R) serving as base camp. **Schiestler Peak** (L). Photo looks S.

The grand panorama. **Haystack Mountain** (L), **East Temple Peak** (L of Center), **Temple Peak** (R of Center), **Schiestler Peak** (R). Photo looks SSE.

**Haystack Mountain** (L), **East Temple Peak** (Center), and **Temple Peak** (R). Photo looks SSE with help from the telephoto lens.

**Temple Peak** (L) and **Schiestler Peak** (R). Photo looks S with even more help from the telephoto lens.

**East Temple Peak** (L), **Temple Peak** (R of Center). Photo looks SSE with help from the telephoto lens.

Fully zoomed in on **East Temple Peak** (Center). Photo looks SSE.

Back to the N was a tremendously encouraging view of Lupe’s two prime objectives, Dog Tooth Peak (12,488 ft.) and Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.).

**Mitch Peak** (L) and **Dog Tooth Peak** (R). Photo looks NE.

**Mitchell Peak** (Center). Photo looks NNE with help from the telephoto lens.

The shallow valley shown on the topo map just E of this ridge was in sight too. Lying at the base of Dog Tooth Peak’s gigantic SW slope, the valley looked exquisitely beautiful.

Look, SPHP, it’s Dog Tooth Paradise! Let’s go down there!

Toward the N end of the valley, a pond was fed by a crystal clear stream. Below the pond, the stream flowed S over bedrock, or next to meadows full of tiny wildflowers. Upstream from the pond, Lupe discovered Dog Tooth Waterslide.

Setting off to explore **Dog Tooth Paradise**. **Mitchell Peak** (L), **Dog Tooth Peak** (R). Photo looks NE.

**Sundance Pinnacle** (L) and **War Bonnet Peak** (R of Center) from **Dog Tooth Paradise**. Photo looks NW.

Down by the stream. **Sundance Pinnacle** (L), **War Bonnet Peak** (R). Photo looks NW.

**Dog Tooth Waterslide**. Photo looks NNE.

While the sun sank slowly in the NW, Lupe roamed and sniffed her way around Dog Tooth Paradise to her heart’s content. She came to a place where an enormous slab of bedrock supported scattered pieces of Dog Tooth Peak that had broken off and come tumbling down the mountain.

**Temple Peak** (L), **Scheistler Peak** (R). Photo looks S.

A sense of magic grew. Somehow, in an over-crowded world, this hidden valley only 10 minutes from the heavily trodden trail to Jackass Pass was an unknown gem, unvisited and unspoiled.

You’re right, Loopster! This is Dog Tooth Paradise! How lucky we are to have found it!

**Haystack Mountain**, **East Temple Peak**, **Temple Peak** & **Schiestler Peak** from **Dog Tooth Paradise**, Wind River Range, Wyoming 7-3-22

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Dog Tooth Peak & Mitchell Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 2: Dog Tooth Paradise to the Summits! (7-4-22)

East Temple Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 1: Big Sandy Opening to Clear Lake (7-18-20)

East Temple Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 2: Deep Lake to the Summit (7-19-20)

Big Sandy to Jackass Pass & Cirque of the Towers, Wind River Range, WY (9-1-15)

Cirque of the Towers, Lonesome Lake, Skunk Knob & Jackass Pass, Wind River Range, WY (9-2-15)

Atlantic Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 2: Atlantic Lake to the Summit! (9-15-20)

Days 3-6 of Lupe’s 5th Summer of 2020 Dingo Vacation to Wyoming!

9-15-20, 7:27 AM, Atlantic Lake – Squirrels! A great way to start any day. An American Dingo’s shrill enthusiasm broke the tranquility of the mountain air.

Loopster! Hush! You’ll wake up the campers.

Well, lucky them! They’re missing out! Lots of squirrels here. No doubt they’ll want to get in on the action!

Yeah, keep that up, and I’m sure they’ll be coming over to thank you any minute now. Anyway, c’mon, we’re ready. You can look for more squirrels after we get sufficiently past their camp.

Smooth as silk! Scarcely a ripple disturbed the surface of Atlantic Lake. Such a beautiful spot! Unfortunately, no improvement in air quality. A little smokier than yesterday, if anything. Disappointing, but sadly not entirely unexpected.

**Atlantic Peak** (L of Center) from **Atlantic Lake**. Photo looks WNW.

The Carolina Dog set out heading W along the S shore, utilizing a mix of faint use trails. Soon turned out that there was a better trail a little off in the forest, away from the lake. As this region narrowed, Lupe traveled along the base of rock formations or slides. Big rocks sometimes created openings along the shoreline that provided viewpoints.

**Atlantic Lake** shortly after sunrise. Photo looks ESE.

Near the W end of Atlantic Lake, Lupe came to a vacant campsite. Not a bad spot! If SPHP had known about it yesterday, Loop would have spent the night here. A rushing stream was just beyond the campsite. Leaving Atlantic Lake, Loopster followed the stream up a steep forested slope. Crossing the stream after the terrain leveled out to some degree quickly proved to be a mistake.

At the campsite near the W end of Atlantic Lake.

Loop crossed the stream (hidden in the bushes) here, but ran into difficult terrain on the other side.

Returning to the S bank, Looper kept going, venturing through a region bounded by a steep rocky slope on the L (S), and the stream and forest on the R (N). She was often forced to scramble over talus at the base of rock slides. Only intermittent signs of any use trail now.

Following the base of the slope. **Atlantic Peak** (R). Photo looks WNW.

*Best to stay low and keep heading W for a while yet!* Photo looks S.

Crossing talus. **Atlantic Peak** straight up from Lupe. Photo looks WNW.

After a while, the stream disappeared in the forest. Lupe eventually came to the brink of a wide ravine. She needed to get across it, but was too high. A pond was visible 50 feet lower off to the N (R). This seemed like a decent landmark to check progress against, but the topo map didn’t show a pond in this region at all. Puzzling.

The mysterious unmapped pond. **Silas Peak (12,248 ft.)** (L). Photo looks NNW.

Need to get over there! Photo looks WNW.

Retreating into the forest, Lupe found a way to get down close to pond level. The pond was actually a wide spot in the same stream she’d been following earlier. Crossing only a minor tributary, Loop made it over to the base of the rock formations W of the ravine. The American Dingo’s ascent of Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.) was about to start in earnest.

Looking up **Atlantic Canyon**. **Silas Peak** (R). Photo looks NW.

*Made it across the ravine! Ready to start climbing?* Photo looks WSW.

Going around the S side of the first rock formation, Loop found herself on a rocky slope that would have been a slow trudge for SPHP, if not for exposed slabs providing excellent routes higher. The slabs were steep, but dry, so traction was good. Staying on the slabs as much as possible, Lupe and SPHP traipsed toward an increasingly blue sky.

*These slabs we’re coming to are the way to go!* Photo looks SW.

In the heart of slab country. Photo looks S.

*Wouldn’t want it to get too much steeper, but we’re doing great!* Photo looks W.

All good things must come to an end, and the slabs did, too. Lupe came to two high spots densely covered with low evergreens. Reaching the top of the first one, a world of rock was visible beyond it. Looked like some pretty rough ground.

At the **first high spot**. **Second high spot** (L) ahead. Photo looks W.

The evergreens were so thick, it was hard to push through them. Turned out to be easier to avoid them altogether by staying along the N edge of this hill. After getting past them, Lupe went SW toward the second high spot. She never quite got to the top of this next high point, again finding it easier to simply avoid the whole evergreen situation by staying NW.

Immediately beyond the second high spot was a ravine choked with talus. Fortunately, this ravine wasn’t terribly wide, enabling SPHP to rock hop through it all without losing too much time.

Lupe resumed her ascent. The slope ahead was rocky and steep, but she again came to a series of slabs creating easy routes higher. Between the slabs, she often found lanes of vegetation to follow. Progress was good. At about 11,000 feet, Loop could see a rock-free depression to the S that was somewhat lower. Maybe a tarn that had gradually filled in with sediment?

Looking down on the **sediment-filled depression** (Center). Photo looks SSE.

Comprising much of the enormous slope W of the depression was a huge expanse of exposed slabs. Looked steep at the upper end, and SPHP wasn’t eager to head that far S. Nevertheless, Lupe inched toward the slabs as she continued up the mountain. Soon a much smaller orange slab with a tiny meltwater stream appeared ahead.

Above the orange slab, a series of grassy benches existed among all the rocks. Various ramps connecting these benches enabled a winding route higher without having to do much scrambling. Lupe reached the N edge of the enormous slabby region far above the sediment-filled depression. A good chunk of Atlantic Lake was now in sight.

Exploring a grassy bench. Photo looks SW.

**Atlantic Lake** (L) and the sediment-filled depression (R). Photo looks E.

The slope Lupe was climbing was taking her W toward the ridge SSE of HP12261, Atlantic Peak’s eastern subpeak. The American Dingo was now getting close to the apparent top of this ridge, but SPHP realized that was merely an illusion. Fearing a long talus scramble ahead in the as yet unseen region above the slabs, reality ultimately proved to be much kinder. Far more vegetation and less rock than expected. Cake!

*Above all the slabs now, and my, isn’t this nice!* **HP12261** (R). Photo looks NW.

Before long, Lupe was approaching the genuine top of the ridge, a broad rock-strewn region between HP12261 and HP11801. The true summit of Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.) was already coming into view.

Along the W side of the crest of this ridge sat a line of rock formations, several separate mounds of talus of varying size and shape.

Approaching the ridgeline. **Atlantic Peak** (Center). Photo looks NW.

Approaching rock formations along the W side of the crest. Photo looks WSW.

Going to the rock formation at the S end of the line, Loop peered over the edge, getting her first look at a huge expanse of territory S of Atlantic Peak. Unfortunately, a grand panorama of Wyoming’s sagebrush plains beyond the Wind River Range was hazy and indistinct. Darn smoke!

The smoke was bad, but it wasn’t terrible. Lake 9590 was visible in the Blair Creek drainage, and so were the Sweetwater Needles (10,548 ft.) 1.5 miles beyond it.

**Lake 9590** (L), **Sweetwater Needles** (Center), **Peak 11101** (R), and **Peak 11456** (far R). Photo looks SW.

After surveying this smoke-diminished scene, Loop headed N, passing E of the rest of the rock formations.

E of the rock formations. **Atlantic Peak** (L) and **HP12261** (R). Photo looks NW.

**Atlantic Peak** (R of Center) from the N end. Photo looks NW.

From the formation at the N end, Atlantic Peak’s summit was in sight less than 0.75 mile NW. So were the long slopes leading to it. Rocky and steep, but nothing intimidating. Merely a time-consuming grind. SPHP got things off to a poor start by leading Lupe angling higher, which soon put her in talus. Would have been better to have stayed lower where there was more vegetation.

*Not that far now!* **Atlantic Peak** (Center). Photo looks NW.

Looking back to the SSE. **Peak 11892** (Center) with **Peak 11761** poking up just to the R.

Climbing was often easier than going straight ahead or back down, so Loop kept working her way higher. Trending NNW, the Carolina Dog gained a fair amount of elevation, but never reached the elusive top of the ridge above. None of these maneuvers provided significant relief from the talus.

A wretchedly slow traverse, but SPHP eventually got through the worst of it. A stretch of smaller rock and patches of vegetation allowed spurts of progress. More rock, including talus still ahead, but not as intense as what Lupe had just come through.

*Looking better now! We’ll aim for the saddle near that snowbank.* Photo looks NW.

Upon reaching the big saddle between Atlantic Peak and HP12261, Loop had only 300 feet of elevation still to go. A long, icy snowbank provided a useful ramp up a good part of it. Above the snow was another talus climb that wasn’t too bad. Staying toward the N, Lupe skirted a minor subpeak and came to a large flat spot. Another 50 or 60 foot scramble and she’d be on top!

W end of the saddle between **Atlantic Peak** (Center) and **HP12261**. Photo looks W.

Glancing back. **Silas Peak** (L), saddle leading to **HP12261** (R). Photo looks ENE.

Coming up to the **minor subpeak** (L). **Atlantic Peak** (R). Photo looks W.

Scrambling for the top! Photo looks WSW.

9-15-20, 1:22 PM, Atlantic Peak – Lupe came up at the E end of a 200 foot long E/W summit ridge. The whole thing was a collection of talus with a steep slope to the S, and an absolute cliff to the N, the highest rocks mostly right along that fearsome N edge.

**E end of Atlantic Peak’s summit ridge**. Photo looks W.

*Time to find the true summit and chalk this one up as a peakbagging success!*

Although not quite to the true summit yet, the views were tremendous! Due to the smoke’s interference with the clarity of distant objects, the most interesting view was of the Saddlebag Lakes and another unnamed lake tucked below the vertical S face of Silas Peak (12,248 ft.) way down in Atlantic Canyon.

**Saddlebag Lakes** (L & Center). **Silas Peak** (R). Photo looks NNE.

Despite the talus, it was relatively easy to maneuver W looking for the true summit. A white rock resting on a larger boulder, both on the brink of the precipice to the N, proved to be the high point, although another boulder 20 feet farther W appeared to be nearly as high.

The white rock was too small, sloped, and close to the edge for Lupe to get up on. However, she could easily touch the top with her paw, and stand on the boulder supporting it. She also visited that other boulder in contention to the W to complete her peakbagging success.

At the **true summit of Atlantic Peak**. **Highest rock** next to Loop. **2nd highest rock** (L). Photo looks NW.

One of the **Saddlebag Lakes** (far L) with **Silas Peak** and an unnamed lake beyond it. **True summit** rock by Lupe. Photo looks NE.

On the **2nd highest rock**. **West Atlantic Peak (12,430 ft.)** (Center) is the high point of the dark ridge beyond Loop. Photo looks NW.

So much to see! Atlantic Peak’s long W ridge curled N to a high point that had to be West Atlantic Peak (12,430 ft.). Miles beyond it, partially obscured by the haze, were several recognizable giants of the SE Wind River Range. Temple Peak (12,972 ft.), East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.), and mighty Wind River Peak (13,192 ft.) were all dimly displayed.

**Atlantic Peak’s W ridge** (L of Center). **Mount Nystrom (12,356 ft.)** (R of Center), **West Atlantic Peak** (R), and **Temple Peak** (far R) in the distance. Photo looks WNW.

**Mount Nystrom** (far L), **West Atlantic Peak** (L), **Temple Peak** (L of Center), **East Temple Peak** (Center), and **Wind River Peak** (R of Center). Photo looks NW.

**Temple Peak** (L), **East Temple Peak** (Center), and **Wind River Peak** (R). Photo looks NW with help from the telephoto lens.

Zoomed in on **Temple Peak**. Icky haze! Photo looks NW.

To the SW was the view of Lake 9590 in the Blair Creek drainage and the Sweetwater Needles (10,548) that Lupe had seen before from the rock formations in the saddle between HP11801 and HP12261. However, she now saw them from a different perspective as she peered down Atlantic Peak’s SW ridge.

**Lake 9590** (L) and the **Sweetwater Needles** (R). Photo looks SW.

**Atlantic Peak’s SW ridge** (Center). **Sweetwater Needles** (L) beyond **Peak 11456**. Atlantic Peak’s connecting **W ridge** (R). Photo looks WSW.

Lupe gazed down into Atlantic Canyon, she surveyed the route she’d taken up from the SE, and sat on many a boulder. After a good long while, though, it was time for a break.

With nowhere to rest close to the true summit, Lupe retreated back to the E, choosing shady spot where SPHP put sweatshirts and a jacket on a rock to provide some cushioning. Looper munched her Taste of the Wild and inhaled the beef jerky SPHP offered before trying to nap.

Looking NNW over **Atlantic Canyon**. One of the **Saddlebag Lakes** (R).

**HP12261** (L), **Peak** **11892** (straight up from Lupe), **Peak 11761** (R). Photo looks SE.

The **saddle where Lupe first reached the ridgeline** (far L). **Peak 11892** (Center) and **Peak 11761** (R) all in the foreground. **Christina Lake** (far L), **Granite Peak (10,404 ft.)** (L) and **Pabst Peak (10,261 ft.)** (L of Center) in the distance. Photo looks SE.

Chillin’ on **Atlantic Peak**. Photo looks E.

High in the mighty Winds of Wyoming! Photo looks NW.

3rd time had been a charm! The American Dingo finally really was way up here on Atlantic Peak. SPHP drank a Coke, pondering the splendid scenes in all directions. A shame it had to be so smoky, but what a spot!

The melancholy moment arrived. Looper stood again at the summit of Atlantic Peak. All the planning, long anticipation, and effort to get here! Not just here, but to any big remote peak. The joy of success! Precious minutes savoring it all, the world at your paws! Then suddenly it’s on the verge of over and done with, a fabulous airy place almost certainly never to be seen again. An instant both wonderfully real and terrible.

9-15-20, 2:52 PM, Atlantic Peak – Well, no sense in brooding. Just the way things are, have always been, and always will be. Plenty of fun yet to come! 1.5 hours after arriving, Lupe left the summit of Atlantic Peak.

About to head down. **HP12261** (Center). Photo looks E.

During the return, Lupe varied the route a bit. Instead of heading back to the saddle between HP12261 and HP11801, she stayed higher going through minor passes SE and SW of HP12261. After going through the second pass, an enormous long slope was in sight. Lots of rock. All the usual travails and little assists. And way down in the valley, a blue gem, Atlantic Lake!

Approaching the **first pass SW of HP12261** (R). Photo looks SE.

**Second pass SE of HP12261** (L) with **Christina Lake** beyond it. Lupe’s route up went through the lower pass seen on the R. **HP11892** (R) and **HP11761** (far R). Photo looks SE.

*At least it’s all downhill now!* **Atlantic Lake** (L) and **Christina Lake** (R of Center). Photo looks SE.

The sun was down and light beginning to fade as Lupe headed E along the S shore of Atlantic Lake. Not much farther to the tiny house! SPHP was surprised to see a campfire. Sort of expected the campers might be gone by now. Two people! They hailed SPHP. Up to greet them.

So Lupe and SPHP met Peter and Meghan Cielenski, brother and sister, from Cincinnati, Ohio. Right away, a miracle! Peter and Meghan knew Lupe! What? Turned out Meghan’s boyfriend, Josh, had found The (Mostly) True Adventures of Lupe while researching a prior trip to Tayo and Coon lakes here in the Wind River Range. Tayo Lake was on the way to Wind River Peak, which Loop had climbed in 2017.

Astonishing! First time anyone had ever recognized Lupe from her blog! SPHP asked Meghan and Peter if they were planning on staying up for a while, and if it would be OK to join them? Answer – affirmative on both counts! A quick trip to the tiny house to ditch the backpack and feed Loop before heading back to the campfire.

Starting to get dark already, but maybe enough light for a photo?

Lupe with **Peter & Meghan Cielenski**. First (and only so far!) people ever to recognize Lupe from T(M)TAOL.

**Peter & Meghan Cielenski** with Loop. A little fuzzy due to low light conditions. It was much darker than it looks.

Peter and Meghan were both very friendly, and a fun evening was spent with them. Unaccustomed to a campfire, Lupe mostly hung back in the shadows, listening to the conversation.

Peter had discovered the Wind River Range back in 2019. Already on his 3rd trip, he was a fan! Peter’s main interest was in fly fishing. He showed SPHP photos of brilliantly colored Golden Trout he’d caught when he and Meghan had gone all the way up Atlantic Canyon to the Saddlebag Lakes yesterday.

Meghan was a runner. She sometimes runs marathons, and was more into exploring than fishing. Meghan was hoping to see some shooting stars. Wyoming wish granted! The Milky Way appeared in the heavens as the night turned black. A zillion stars glittered overhead. A few fell, as sparks from the campfire’s embers sailed skyward in brief, doomed efforts to meet them.

The Cielenskis offered SPHP a Snickers bar, peanut M&M’s, and Babybel cheeses wrapped in cellophane and red wax so they’ll keep. SPHP had never seen Babybel cheeses before, but they were good, and a really big hit with Lupe! When the Cielenskis declined beef jerky offered by SPHP, the Carolina Dog made sure none of that went to waste, either.

Good times with Kevin and Meghan! But the evening wore on, the fire faded to embers, and it got late. A fabulous, long day in the mountains. Eventually everyone was ready to say good-night.

9-16-20, 8:04 AM, Atlantic Lake – Ready to go! If anything, Atlantic Lake was even smoother this morning when Lupe appeared to bid a final farewell to Atlantic Peak. A few moments to reflect, and it was nearly Puppy, ho! time. Before departing, the American Dingo ventured back to Peter and Meghan’s camp to say good-bye. No activity. Maybe they were already out and about?

On the way back to the trailhead, several groups of Californians were met. All had fled the bonfire their drought-stricken home had become. Some described smoke so thick that day turned to night. Not good! Some Year of Perfect Vision this turned out to be!

9-16-20, 1:10 PM, Christina Lake trailhead – The Atlantic Peak adventure was over. A guy was changing a flat tire on his pickup truck when Lupe got back to the trailhead. Not especially happy about it, he blamed the sharp gray rock they’d repaired the access road with recently, which he claimed were cheap tailings from an iron mine. He had relatives that had suffered 8 flats on this road in the past 2 months.

Fortunately, the G6’s tires were fine. No damage on the way in. Now all they had to do was survive the trip out. Still looking good upon reaching pavement on Hwy 28 at the SE end of the Winds. SPHP turned S.

Lots more to do in the Wind River Range on this Dingo Vacation, if the weather and sky would co-operate! Looper had a blast barking at cows along the Lander Cutoff. Wind out of the WSW, though. The mountains were barely visible when the G6 pulled into Pinedale. Discouraging.

9-17-20, 2:30 PM, 80ºF, New Fork Lake – Chilly this morning, but the day had warmed up nicely. Lupe had seen a moose and been entertained for hours by a squirrel in a big spruce tree at the dispersed camping site. Trip journal caught up, it was time for a last stroll down to the beach.

Dispersed camping site near New Fork Lake.

A hint of fall, aspens on the hillsides were suddenly yellow. Beautiful! Not a problem, but the smoke obscuring the mountains was. No change overnight, or during the day thus far. Apparently not much chance that the smoke was going to dissipate anytime soon, either.

Might as well face it. Further delay wasn’t going to help. Atlantic Peak was it, a one mountain Dingo Vacation! Terribly inefficient, but it had been great fun. No regrets!

The American Dingo headed for home. Normally a classic western scenic drive, but smoke was everywhere.

9-18-20, 6:53 AM, Wright, WY – Well, isn’t that special? The G6’s R rear tire was nearly flat. After airing it up at a gas station, SPHP asked the convenience store cashier where it might be possible to get it repaired? R & B Tire, a mile or two back along Hwy 387.

Stroke of luck! R & B Tire opened at 7:00 AM. No waiting. The tire was repaired and the G6 good to go in no time. $18.00. Say, by the way, had the mechanic found a nail in the tire, or what was the issue?

Nope, no nail. A small, sharp shard of gray rock.

Figured.

(End, 9-18-20, 11:10 AM, 66ºF, breezy, smoky)