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Exceptional Yosemite backpacking-June 2002

June 22, 2002

Today was the day for flying and getting all of the parties together. Lori and Carl flew from Green Bay WI to Reno NV. Kay drove to Green Bay from Michigan to leave her kids with Karen Burke (her sister), then drove to Milwaukee and finally flew to Reno NV. John flew from Detroit MI to Reno NV.

John missed his original flight and was able to get a direct flight that got him in earlier than expected. We rented a car, however, because Carl indicated we were arriving at 10:00pm instead of 10:00am we were not able to get a full sized car and had to settle for a midsized car. It worked out OK but Carl did take a fair amount of ribbing.

We had lunch in Reno at a “On the Border” restaurant before arriving to Tuolumne Meadows at 4:45pm where we obtained our trail pass. Finding our backpacking campsite was a breeze and we set up tents. Carl went to the visitors center to meet Tim and Susan who were driving in from Phoenix, AZ. We were supposed to meet at 6:00pm and by 6:30pm Carl left messages and came back to the others. Carl drove back to the visitors center (no luck), found the trailhead to speed things in the morning, and then stopped at the country store. It was now 7:30pm. As Carl was standing in line to buy a “Sunrise High Sierra Camp” patch he saw Tim and Susan driving by slowly looking for us. Just plain lucky we found each other (this was before cell phones). 

Tim and Susan had driven into the Valley at 5:00pm but didn’t realize that it was another 1-1.5 hours to Tuolumne Meadows. They had been driving back and forth searching for us. Since everyone was hungry we headed for the Tuolumne Lodge where we were able to get the last table of the evening. The food was decent for being in the middle of nowhere.

June 23, 2002 (First day of hiking)

8:00am – bright, sunny morning with a temperature of 44 degrees at 6:00am. Almost everyone has new great and is experimenting on how to pack. We are close to leaving. Lori called Megan and she was worried about us because Tim and Susan had called her last night. Today is going to be the hardest day with 1500 feet of up and 1500 down and crossing a very wet meadow.

Noon – Lunch at the intersection of our trail and the trail to Cathedral Lakes. This morning was passed Fairview Dome and Cathedral Peak – views were not so stunning. A lot of uphill. Bright, sunny and in the mid 70’s. Everyone on the trail has been friendly and talkative.

Night – We camped right on the edge of Sunrise Mountain.

June 24, 2002 (Second day of hiking)

8:00am – Our walk yesterday PM through Tuolumne Meadows was very brisk! The mosquitoes were terrible. All in all we did 9 miles – really more than we should have – we were all really tired. There was a little disagreement at the end of the day about where to stay, therefore, John and Kay stayed about a ¼ miles further down the trail because Susan and Lori did not want to walk any further.

Supper was a quick affair because of the mosquitoes and we were all in bed at 8:30pm. Carl had a restless night because he was somewhat dehydrated. Morning was uneventful with the normal oatmeal, packing up and swatting at mosquitoes. The views are nice but Carl was anxious to get into the Valley.

8:00pm – We made it to our goal for the day – the last junction before the Half Dome. We walked at a very “restful” pace and made it to our destination around 3:30pm. We spent an hour looking for a better site and, finally, found a good one to basecamp from. We talked to some folks that had just come down from the Half Dome. They indicated it took 2 hours to go up and 1.5 hours to come down. They were in their 50’s – the woman loved it and the man hated it. An interesting item has been the scat we have been seeing on the trail – mainly undigested grass about 3 inches long and 1 inch in diameter.

June 25, 2002 (Day 3 of hiking)

8:00am – We had a bear walk through the camp last night. At midnight Lori started out of the tent to take a nature break – immediately she came flying back into the tent, zipping the door shut saying, “There’s a bear!”. “Oh, good thing you zipped the tent.” replied a sleepy but wide awake Carl. The bear had just finished checking out our food barrels and then sauntered through camp. The bear came to within 6 feet of the tent as he lumbered  over to sniff our backpacks before heading for John and Kay’s tent.

Path the bear took in our camp

No major problems except for Kay not sleeping all night. We were slower getting going than we wanted to be on our hike to Half Dome. We didn’t get started until 9:00am. Kay and Susan decided not to do the major assent to the top. It took the rest of us a total of 2 to 2.5 hours to get to the top. The initial ⅔ of the trail was primarily wide trail with lots of switchbacks. The final third had two distinctly different sections. The first section was a trail made of steps that had been carved and set into the mountain. There were no hand rails and Tim commented, “I don’t think these steps meet building code for rise and run!”. Lori had to overcome her fear and in some sections looked like a crab scrambling uphill. The second section is the one that gets all of the write up and it was by far the most challenging. This section consisted of 2 cables connected to 1 ½ inch pipes that were drilled into the stone and set about 3 feet high and 4 feet apart.

When Carl got to the top his arms were shaking and he thought to himself, “I don’t know if I’m going to make it down!” The views are gorgeous and we all spent an hour on the top. Much to everyone’s relief, coming down was much easier. More like a controlled fall, using ones hands to clamp on the cable to slow or stop the descent.

June 26, 2002

Last day and it is all downhill hiking along the Mist and Vernal Falls.

Mt Adams-August 2000

Mt Adams-A quick backpacking trip at the conclusion of a business trip.

Backpackers: Ed Tucker, Carl Fisher

August 18, 2000 – Ed Tucker and I are doing a trail at the base of Mt Adams.  We got started at 9:30 am with overcast 50 degree weather.  We hiked 7 miles to Horseshoe Meadows where we set up camp and used a piece of plastic to rig a vestibule in front of our tent.  At 7:30 pm the skies cleared and opened up with the setting sun lighting up Mt. Adams.  This was our first view all day and it was beautiful.  We have seen lots of wildflowers, purple Lupine, red Indian Paint Brush, wild daisys, and a brilliant yellow flower.  The wet cold chills us to the bone.

August 19, 2000 –  It was a good thing we pitched the plastic tarp because it rained or misted all night long.  We decided to day hike today (instead of trekking) in case the weather doesn’t break we can hike out tomorrow.  We hiked to the lava flow – a total of 5 miles one way – and they were less than impressive (maybe it is the weather).  We wore our rainsuits for the entire day.  Weirdest thing – last night when we went to bed the nearby stream was flowing strongly and this morning there was no water.  We had to hike an additional mile to get water.  We assumed that with temp’s in the 40’s at our elevation caused the glaciers higher up on the mountain to freeze and stop the flow.

August 20, 2000 – We woke to a bright blue sky, 37 degrees and no wind and decided to do something different.  We followed a stream out of Horseshoe Meadow upstream to 6800 feet until we reached “The Bumper”.  We kept going higher until we reached some snow fields where we had lunch warming ourselves in the balmy temperatures on the south facing hill.  It is much drier today and my boots, which leaked like a sieve yesterday, are finally starting to dry out.  We have actually seen more women than men hiking the trails.   After lunch we hiked toward Looking Glass Lake.

August 21, 2000 – An uneventful, downhill hike back to the car.

Four guys with backpacks

Porcupine Mountain State Park, MI October 1999

This backpacking trip was to the Porcupine Mountain State Park in the upper peninsula of Michigan. The four of us, John Gundry, Ed Tucker, John Phelps, and me (Carl Fisher) departed early from work on a Friday for the four drive to the trailhead. The drive was uneventful as was the short 1 mile backpack to our campsite for the night.

We hiked 5 to 7 miles on the second day, about 1/2 way around Lake of the Clouds with comfortable temperatures in the 50’s and beautiful and colorful scenery. We got to see fall in all its glory.

The final day, Sunday, was an easy five ish miles back to the car for the drive back to Green Bay WI.

The “Bloody Stump March” in the Mazatzal Wilderness

May 8, 1999

Carl, Ed, John, and Mark flew from Green Bay WI to Phoenix AZ on an uneventful flight. Tim met them at baggage claim and the group proceeded to the parking lot of Tim’s office where we proceeded to fill water bottles, fuel bottles and to pack the backpacks for the trek. After a brief, but bumpy, ride down a dirt road we arrived at the trailhead. No problem parking – no cars for miles. So it was with high hopes and even higher spirits that the group of five began the trek that they would soon refer to as “The Mazatzal Death March”.

Left to right, Mark Williams, John Gundry, and Tim Pickering

The saga begins at 5:00pm with a gentle uphill climb on an even dirt path. Upon reaching the top, the tread changed from dirt to fist sized rocks, loosely strewn on the ground every 4 to 6 inches. When stepped upon, these rocks move increasing the chance for a twisted ankle and blisters.

Fortunately, no twisted ankles but blisters were to play an important role in the trek. The next two miles were relatively flat with a slight downhill slope. After hiking for 1.5 hours we selected a spot to make camp for the night. Finding level ground without cactus and rocks was tough. The three tents were pitched very close together.

Example of “hard scrabble” which caused severe blisters for Tim and Carl.

Supper was spaghetti which ended up being burned to the bottom of the pot, fortunately it did not destroy the flavor.

May 9, 1999

We were up with the first light, something that happens every day. Spirits are still high. After a hot breakfast of oatmeal, Mark discovered a scorpion crawling on his pack. Our planned route today takes us to the intersection of the Verde and East Verde rivers, a descent of 2600 feet and a hike of 8 miles. Footing remained treacherous throughout the day and by noon Carl and Tim were doctoring their feet liberally with moleskin.

The Verde River that is our destination.

The temperature was in the 80’s and the group thought they had plenty of water and planned to replenish water supplies at one of the 4 stock tanks shown on the map. Doubt began to creep into our minds when the first tank was dry. “Maybe the Forest Service ranger was incorrect” thought Carl “when he told us water shouldn’t be an issue.” After the fourth dry tank, open discussion about the planned route occurred but the best option was to continue forward.

There was no better sight than the lush Verde River valley. Yes, there was water and pools large enough for swimming. By this time we had been using the map long enough to make the connection between the term “hardscrabble” on the map and the treacherous rocks we had been negotiating all day long. For comparison purposes, walking on loose sand by the river was easier than the hardscrabble.

May 10, 1999

We woke to a clear morning with nice temperatures. However, Carl and Tim’s feet were a mess. Both had significant blisters and did not want to walk today. A group decision was made to stay put for the day since we had a nice campsite on sand right next to the Verde River. Mark, John, and Ed went for a hike while Carl and Tim stayed in camp. Swimming in the Verde River was refreshing.

Relaxing in the cool waters of the Verde River where we camped.

Our plan was to hike out by a different, fifteen mile route. However, the lack of water on the way in AND Tim and Carl’s blisters led to disagreement. Should we stay on plan and take a chance of no water on the long route or stay with the way we came in and carry a lot of water uphill? After much discussion we set a deadline of 5:00pm. Stand on one side of a line drawn in the sand to return via the known route or the other side to stick with the plan. Fortunately for Tim and Carl the decision was made to return on the shorter, known route.

Discussing our return route.

May 11, 1999

An uneventful hike out. Upon returning to Tim’s white mini-van we discovered that it was covered with dark marks and slobber. We speculate that the nearby cows mistook his white van for a salt lick! Since we came out a day early we headed for Flagstaff where Tim’s family had a condo that we were able to crash at, clean up, and get a nice meal at a nearby restaurant. 

Postscript

Tim actually had bloody toes and lost 2 toe nails a week after returning from the trip (thankfully no pictures to show). The trip is now referred to by the participants as “The Bloody Stump March”.