On Monday I did a little exploring on what was a very old trail that had once been discontinued. It is near the area of a rather large wildfire last summer and the fire crews apparently sawed it out to use to access the fire. It is in a very remote and rugged area. Now it has been added back on the USFS trail inventory and I know it will take me to a peak that I have wanted to visit for years. I made it over the first two stream crossings on foot bridges which were put in place by the fire crews, but I turned back (for now) at the third because it had to be forded and I was not prepared for that. I am posting a bunch of photos for those interested in seeing a bit of very wild, very rugged and beautiful forest back country. Later in the summer I will make the entire trip from the west fork of Thompson River road to Sundance Ridge.
The photos are posted in a ragged fashion, grouped by the first stream crossing, a couple of the trail, the second stream crossing, a photo of the third crossing, and a big series of scenes from along the trail.
First crossing; two birch trees:
Second crossing: one big pine
Third crossing: a ford (the trail on the other side looks a bit rough!)
On my way this morning to see if a hike to Terrace Lake might be possible I encountered a seasonal road closure a few miles short of the trail head that I hadn’t thought about: closed until June 15 for protection of Grizzly bears. Hiking the extra few miles would not have been too bad, but without knowing the trail status after that, maybe not so good; later perhaps.
While in the neighborhood, a drive to the Four Lakes trail head would be good. Most of the snow was gone from the road and I made it to the trail head OK, but the trails were still snow covered, it was too late by then to start out, and I didn’t have snow shoes with me. Maybe next week if I get up there about daylight…
The yellow violets were blooming in the bubbling water of a spring that was flowing right out of a steep hillside. At the base of the hillside the water accumulated into a tiny stream and at the very edge of that, the white violets bloomed. A fairly subtle difference in habitat, but yet quite a distinct one.