Yosemite, July 2005
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This
year was the Variety Pack trip -- a little of everything. We
covered terrain from 4300' to 10,800' in elevation, on rivers, lakes,
and rocks. It was also our longest trip yet: seven days, 50-ish
miles, and about 10,000' of elevation gain. And despite being a
well-known route through the park, we saw surprisingly few people.
This was also the first year I brought a digital camera, which
explains the large number of pictures displayed here!
Slideshow
Fresh and clean
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Alex in the creek
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A multiple exposure using the close-ups
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Day 1: White Wolf to Morrison Creek
After a great breakfast at PJ's Cafe in Groveland, we rented
our bear cans and parked at White Wolf. The trail from there
was easy and flat, through some beautiful meadows chock full of
wildflowers. Eventually, it started down into the Grand Canyon of
the Tuolumne, dropping about 900' to our campsite along
Morrison Creek. This was a very heavy snow year (the High
Sierra Camps never opened), and there was plenty of water everywhere
we went. The creek was gushing, lovely, and shaded.
Close-ups from the bottom of the creek
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After a swim, we hiked up to the nearby ridge for some spectacular
views of the canyon and the upper end of Hetch Hetchy.
Views from the ridge down into the Grand Canyon
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Getting closer...
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Finally the river!
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A small lake we passed on the way down
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Our lunch spot
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Day 2: Morrison Creek to the Tuolumne River
From Morrison Creek, the trail descended steeply for another 2500' to
the Tuolumne River. We felt sorry for the folks doing this
loop in the other direction who faced a 3500' climb to White
Wolf...
The river was fairly full and flowing quickly, and we soon found a
beautiful grove of trees on the bank for our lunchtime swim. From
there, the trail followed the river to Pate Valley and
continued up the canyon. Parts of the trail were unpleasantly hot
slogs through marshy fern banks, while others were shaded cathedral
forests. The strangest parts were due to the exceptionally low
elevation: oak and bay laurel forests that looked and smelled like
Berkeley -- if you ignored the rushing river and 2000' granite cliffs!
There were even isolated patches of poison oak.
After a few unexpected small climbs with our full packs, we were
pretty tired and found a great campsite about two miles up from Pate
Valley. This campsite was in the trees next to a very big pool at the
bottom of a large cascade on the river. The water was so choppy from
the cascade that it wasn't exactly relaxing, but it certainly was fun!
Alex, however, seemed to be coming down with something and spent a few
hours just sitting on a comfy rock.
Alex relaxing next to our cascade and pool
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The falls on Register Creek
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The tumbling river
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Day 3: Muir Gorge and Waterwheel Falls
Alex woke up feeling worse and seriously dragged the first part of the
day, until a pesky swarm of mosquitoes in a forest rallied him, and he
practically ran the rest of the way up the relatively flat section
below Muir Gorge. As we approached the gorge, we passed one of
the
nicest little waterfalls I've ever seen, on Register Creek.
At this point, the trail climbed 700' up over a shoulder to avoid
Muir Gorge, but the ascent wasn't as bad as we'd feared. And the views
were getting better and better: the rushing river, the cliffs, and
numerous hanging valleys with waterfalls.
After coming back down to the river after the gorge bypass, the
trail
continued up the river, climbing gently and moderately in places.
Soon we reached the ascent next to Waterwheel Falls and started
slowly up. Despite being about the same vertical distance as the
gorge bypass, this climb is much steeper and we suffered mightily --
Eric cursed every step he took.
Eric suffering the climb around Waterwheel Falls
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Waterwheel Falls
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The distractions to our pain, however, were exceptional: we could
not
believe the beauty of the views, both down the canyon and of the
falls. As we'd hoped with such a wet year, the falls were
spectacular.
After cresting the falls, we continued on for a short distance and
then left the trail down into a grove in a bend in the river. There
we found one of the two best campsites on this trip. The site was
huge, canopied by giant trees, and had access to a really lovely, calm
stretch of the river with a great diving rock.
Best...campsite...ever
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Le Conte Falls
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California Falls
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White Cascade
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Day 4: Waterwheel Falls to Polly Dome Lakes
Leaving our lovely campsite, we got back on the trail and continued up
past two more spectacular displays of hydrodynamics: Le Conte
Falls and California Falls. At this point on the trip we
began seeing lots of folks day-hiking down to the falls from base
camps at Glen Aulin. Interestingly, that completely stopped as
soon as we'd passed through the glen, and we were once again alone on
the trail.
At Glen Aulin we turned South and climbed slightly to lunch at
McGee Lake. This was a beautiful, warm lake -- a nice change
from the loud, cold river -- and Eric delighted in viewing Tuolumne
Peak and Mt. Conness in opposite directions from the middle
of the lake.
We considered camping at the lake, but wanted to get more miles in
that day in order to ease our climb the next day. So after lunch we
continued on our way across the Cathedral Creek valley. This
was the least pleasant portion of the hike for me. The trail was more
difficult than interesting, plus extremely buggy. By the time we
reached the Polly Dome Lakes, I was exhausted and grumpy. The
beauty and warmth of this lake was unfortunately not enough to
overcome my mood, the mucky lake bottom, or the swarms of mosquitoes,
and I reached my low point on the trip. We all went to be early that
night.
Polly Dome Lakes
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Mosquitoes like Alex
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Day 5: Polly Dome Lakes to Tuolumne Peak
After a quick breakfast and no swim, we got back on the trail and ran
quickly through a very buggy meadow to the base of our climb up
Tuolumne Peak. This was a 1200' ascent and was our most feared
section of the trail. It turned out to be not so bad, however, as the
trail was well-groomed and only moderately steep.
What was most impressive, however, were the views. This slope of
Tuolumne Peak looks Southeast toward the heart of the Park, and as we
climbed higher the views of Tuolumne Meadows, Tenaya
Lake, and the Cathedral Range were just astonishing.
The lake at our camp
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The terrain here was so fantastically different from Pate Valley: a
few stunted trees, bunch grasses, rocks everywhere, and patches of
snow in the shadows -- it felt like we were on a completely different
backpacking trip! Climbing into this after the swamps near Polly
Dome Lakes was extremely uplifting.
Immediately after crossing the high ridge on the trail, we set up
camp
next to a snowmelt pond at 10,000'. This pond was our other favorite
campsite of the trip. It sat next to a small, gurgling creek running
through a flowery meadow that appeared to drop off the edge of the
earth 50' further on. Beyond the drop-off lay an excellent view of
Matterhorn Peak and Mt. Conness to the North.
Various views of and from our camp
Eric having a drink
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Alex having a drink
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Eric hanging on the edge
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Wildflowers in front of Cold Mountain
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The stream and meadow.
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Mt. Conness at sunset
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Small tarn on the way up...
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...and the way down
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Since the climb to this point had taken only the morning, we decided
to continue packless up to the top of Tuolumne Peak. This was another
1000 vertical feet, mostly scrambling over boulders and loose rocks.
But, oh my God, the view was like nothing I'd ever seen before. At
every point on this trip so far, we'd marveled at how the views had
kept increasing in beauty, thinking of course that they couldn't
possibly get better -- and then getting proved wrong. That happened again on
Tuolumne Peak. The view from
the top is almost impossible to describe. The
entirety of Yosemite National Park is laid out before you like a model
railroad table. You can see everything: Matterhorn Peak,
Mt. Conness, the Cathedral Range, the Clark Range, Tenaya
Canyon, Half Dome, and, right at your doorstep, May
Lake and Mt. Hoffman. We sat for about two hours, saying
little more than "Wow".
Views from at or near the top of Tuolumne Peak
Cathedral Peak
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The Cathedral Range
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Sawtooth Ridge and Matterhorn Peak
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Panorama of Yosemite Park from Tuolumne Peak
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Eventually, we climbed back down to our campsite and had a (quick)
swim amongst the icebergs. A lack of mosquitoes was a blessing of
this elevation, and we calmly watched the colors change on the
mountains to the North as evening came on.
Eric swimming with icebergs
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The mouse in our fire pit
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Cathedral Peak
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South Fork Cathedral Creek valley
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Day 6: Tuolumne Peak to Ten Lakes
From our icy pond on the slopes of Tuolumne Peak, the trail skirted
the mountain for a few miles, passing through beautiful small tarns,
before dropping into the perfect, U-shaped glacial valley of the South
Fork of Cathedral Creek. Near the bottom of this valley, the trail
turned back up and climbed over a broad ridge to the Ten Lakes
Basin.
We continued past the largest of the lakes and descended to the
second
largest, lowest, and, by the looks of it on a Saturday night, most
popular of the lakes. Despite our fears, we managed to find a great
campsite hidden behind two fallen logs. After a very nice swim, we
relaxed and enjoyed a great campfire on our last night of the trip.
Second largest of the Ten Lakes
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Our armoire
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Eric thinking about telescopes
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Blurry picture of the second bear
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Ten Lakes Pass
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Half Moon Meadow
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Day 7: Ten Lakes to White Wolf
Our hike out was another of our fears for the trip: 10 miles in one
day. As it turned out, it was not a problem. Our packs were empty of
food, the trails were gentle and lovely, and we had no trouble making
it even after Eric's ankle started to get sore.
After spending half an hour trying to locate the trail amongst the dozens of well-trampled
use trails, our route climbed up over Ten Lakes Pass, down through
Half Moon Meadow, and up a broad, forested ridge.
Soon after the trail joined the Middle Tuolumne River, I
heard
a loud rustling to my left. I looked over and saw a young bear
climbing out of the river gully. It was a beautiful shade of reddish
brown, and had that rolling, swishy gait that made it look like a
henna pom-pom. I continued on, congratulating myself on my first bear
sighting in five years of backpacking the Sierras, when I saw a second
bear only ten minutes later!
Finally back at the cars, we cleaned up a little and drove back to
PJ's for hamburgers. High Sierra Food Critic says: "They had food. No
de-hy.
Five stars."
Dirty and smelly
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Last modified: Fri Dec 23 22:06:01 2005