Saturday, April 4, 2015

Solo Uintas Hike-Camp Expedition


This is a massively belated post about an excursion last summer.  This one is long, which I am thinking gives me an excuse to be 9 months late with it.  I also took notes while on this excursion, and then lost them months later when I finally did find time to write. I was hoping I would find the notes eventually, but I didn’t so this is now from memory. It’s fun to relive.

The Reason

When Drew was proving himself worthy (to himself, not to me; he already did that when he proposed to me with a mountain bike instead of an engagement ring) racing the Brec Epic mountain bike race last August (2014), I had an adventure of my own.  I set off in my trusty camper van, Dewey, for a two-night camp and hike in Utah’s High Uintas, a.k.a the Uinta Mountains.

The Plan

I would time my journey into the Uinta Mountains, which are located just a few hours drive east of Salt Lake City, so that I could cheer on the racers in Utah’s premier professional bike race, the Tour of Utah. Then go find a camp spot at one of the many Forest Service campgrounds along the Mirror Lake Highway. I would do an easy hike Friday afternoon, then a big hike on Saturday, and possibly another short hike on Sunday before heading back.
I would read a lot at night, listen to music, have plenty of solitude, be free of anyone’s schedule but that of the mountains, and above all else, get out into the amazing Uinta Mountains, a place I had not seen enough of since becoming a biker.

The Approach

On Friday afternoon, I made it just to the base of the Uintas east of Kamas before I ran into the road closure for the bike racers coming down the mountain.
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The Tour of Utah peloton flies by as a helicopter films overhead.
The cyclists streaked by me so fast I couldn’t recognize any jerseys, although I know there was some world-ranked talent in that line of bikes.
On to the mountains
There are loads of campgrounds along the Mirror Lake Highway, but lucky for me, they were all almost completely full of large noisy families of campers crammed into trampled spaces, because that forced me to seek alternative primitive camping.  Also lucky for me, this road appeared navigable in my 2WD van.
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The road to my picture perfect campsite.
and at the end of this road I found this spot.
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Dewey at the Uinta’s best camp spot.

Test Hike

After setting up camp, which includes popping up the top and setting out a camp chair, and which takes all of 10 minutes, I laced up my trusty old hiking boots and set out from camp cross country to find the trail to Fehr Lake, described in guidebooks as a popular easy hike you can do from the highway.  I figured I would time my pace and explore lakes farther along that trail if time allowed.
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A map of my camp stop in red, Friday’s test hike to Fehr Lake  partially shown in the lower right by the green line, and Saturday’s big hike.
Fehr Lake trail is well traveled and goes through meadows and forest and skirts several lakes.
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Crystal clear Fehr Lake and Murdock Mountain in the background. Murdock Mountain, like all of the peaks in the Unitas, is composed of Middle Proterozoic (1.0-1.6 billion years old) sedimentary and metasedimentary rocks carved by Pliestocene (<2 font="" glaciers.="" million="" nbsp="" old="" year="">
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The heavily used trails in the Uintas often have boardwalks to traverse boggy areas. They make me feel like I am traipsing along safely, elevated above the unknown and impassable soggy ground that threatens to engulf unsuspecting hiking boots.    

Getting to Fehr Lake didn’t take long so I continued on to Shepard Lake.IMG_2019 (800x501)
Shepard Lake.
and on farther to Hoover,
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Hoover Lake.
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Hoover Lake
and eventually to Maba Lake.
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Maba Lake. My favorite of the evening with its lovely lily pads.
So far the hike was mostly downhill and I was getting hungry.  I decided it was time to head back and cook up some dinner.  I cut cross-country again to my camp spot just in time to grill a chicken sausage and enjoy a glass of wine before dusk.
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Dinner with a sublime view of Hayden Peak.
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Hayden Peak, center, is named after an early U.S. Geological Survey geologist.
I prepped for my bigger hike the next day and retired early to my cozy van.

The Hike Part 1: Making Miles

The hike I had planned for Saturday was about 11 miles long and I would climb more than 1600 vertical feet.  Not a huge hike for any reasonably fit hiker, but I admit I was a bit apprehensive.  I used to hike a lot before I met Drew, but we are primarily bikers now.  I wasn’t too worried about the elevation or miles, I was worried about my knees and feet. I had confirmed on Friday’s hike that my trusty old hiking boots were, in fact, slightly too small. Not enough to notice on the short hikes we usually do or the limited hiking I do for work, but I suspected my feet would pay the price after 11 miles on Saturday.  My knees felt OK after Friday, but I know from experience that longer hikes irritate what remains of my soft tissue in my left knee. My saving grace was that I would hike the loop I had planned counter clockwise, getting most of the elevation challenge done in the first two thirds where I would be the least worn out. 
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Saturday’s hike was a loop from camp, down the Mirror Lake Highway, then NW on the Pass Lake Trail down along the headwaters of the Weber River, cutting south up to the Meadow Lake trail (shown by the blue line on the map above), then on the Notch Peak Trail to the Bald Mountain overlook (orange line) and back to camp on the highway (yellow line). The blue segment is where I covered the most miles and elevation.
I set out from the van at about 8:00 a.m, “hiking” north along the Mirror Lake Highway.
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I was not the first to leave footprints on the Mirror Lake Highway.
One and a half miles of easy pavement, then onto a good hiking dirt trail in the headwaters of the Weber River drainage.  This loop hike started in the headwaters of the Duchesne River drainage and ended in the headwaters of the Provo River.  The Weber and the Provo both drain into the Great Basin (no outlet to the sea) but the Duchesne drains to the Green and eventually to the Colorado River. Serious hydrologic terrain!
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Pass Lake an the Pass Lake Trailhead are named for its proximity to the intersection of three major river drainages.  The trail was groomed and well marked in the beginning.
After about a quarter mile though, the trail splits into two forks.  The right fork is more traveled and goes to popular Cuberant Lake and Lofty Lake.  I took the left fork into the unknown.
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Trail split between Holiday Park and Cuberant Lake. I tracked left, on the road less traveled.
I was struck by how much water was being shed off the north slope of Reids Peak.  In places, the trail was not so much trail, but more a string of puddles. IMG_2048 (533x800)
The “trail”.  Even in August, there was a lot of water.

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Impressive stream erosion.
The farther I hiked down the Weber River drainage, the more obscure the trail became.  It was evident that not a lot of people use this trail.  I was vigilant about watching the trail for any sign of a trail on my left (south), the one to Meadow Lake.  I needed to take that trail to connect to Notch Lake trail. Despite my vigilance, I completely missed this sign
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and only saw evidence of the trail junction 20 or 30 feet past the actual junction when I noticed a scattered rock cairn. Now that I knew exactly where I was and that I had made good time, I decided  to allow myself a half-hour diversion to the Weber River for lunch.
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Lunch stop 10:45 a.m.: Weber River.  I had hiked about 4.5 miles and lost about 1500 feet of elevation in less than 3 hours. This was the lowest point of the hike.
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The Weber River, a pretty mountain stream.
Fueled by a warm and soggy just-the-way-I-like-it PB&J sandwich, I backtracked to the Meadow Lake trail and started to climb. 
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The Meadow Lake trail was extremely steep and in very rough shape. I could hardly believe it but there was scattered “evidence” of previous mule traffic. Mules are incredibly sure-footed pack animals.  
For the most part, the trail was simply a swath of forest slightly less vegetated than the surrounding forest. There are no water bars or signs.  A confusing arrangement of cairns leads you in the general direction that you need to go, which is straight up the mountain.  At the lower reach of the trail, the forest is so dense and the canyon so wide that there are no real landmarks to relate to the topo map, so you just keep climbing up the slope.  Eventually though, the grade lessens and I caught glimpses of the surrounding terrain.
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The Meadow Lake “trail”.  
It was just past this break in slope that I needed to find the Notch Mountain Trail coming in from the east. If I missed that junction, I would continue to Meadow Lake, which would be a big detour.  About the time I figured I should be seeing the junction, I heard what I thought sounded like two male voices off in a direction that made me think they were likely on the Notch Mountain trail heading toward the same junction.  I had not seen another soul in several hours and I was at once surprised (since the trail was in such rotten shape I didn’t think it saw more than a handful of hikers all season), dismayed (that I was coming back into traffic), and relieved (that there were other humans out here in case of emergency).  But as I continued hiking, the voices faded and I soon came to the trail junction.
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The junction of Meadow Lake trail and Notch Mountain trail.
Were the voices in my head?  Perhaps, but more than likely the other hikers were simply going cross country to cut off some time, and since they didn’t see or hear me, never even knew I was tracking their progress to confirm my own route.

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The trail junction of Meadow Lake trail and Notch Mountain trail is marked on this map at the elbow in the blue route as a lime green dot a little east of Meadow Lake.
Another twenty minutes or so of hiking at a moderate incline affording only occasional views brought me to the end of the arduous, but still peaceful and enjoyable, part of my hike.  I had covered 5 miles, descended 1600 vertical feet, and climbed 1200 vertical feet in 4.5 hours with stops. From here I slowed my pace considerably to enjoy the scenery and take loads of pictures. 

The Hike Part 2: Traverse the Beauty

The middle segment of my hike, shown in orange on the map above, would take me along the Notch Mountain trail, past numerous clear small and tiny lakes surrounded by somewhat sparse fir forest and towering hunks of mountains. The trail is more or less level and fairly well traveled, which was a good thing because my knee was starting to ache, I had a full blister on one heel, and I had had enough solitude to last for a little while.
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The Notch Mountain trail where it levels out after ascending from the junction of Meadow Lake trail.
To keep my load as light as possible while still carrying enough gear to survive a night on the trail if I was injured or lost, I only carried 2 quarts of water and a water filter.  I made it to this lovely meadow before I needed to filter.
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Water filtration provided by wildflowers and my Sweetwater water purifier.
The next few miles of trail induced euphoria.  Easy hiking though open forest, an occasional happy hiker or horseback rider to greet, and lake after lovely lake to gaze upon.
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Open forest.
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Bench Lake.
This part of the hike is sublime; quiet friendly forest for 10 or 15 minutes of walking and then, bam!, a beautiful lake reflecting majestic mountains and fluffy puffy clouds. 
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Notch Lake panorama with Notch Mountain in the background. Can you guess where Notch Mountain gets its name? Ha, fooled ya. There is an even bigger notch on the other side.
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Unnamed lake/puddle.
I took a slight detour over to Dean Lake based on the enticing description in my guidebook.  I was not disappointed.
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Glacially scoured bedrock in the foreground, Dean Lake and Notch Mountain in the background.

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Dean Lake and Reids Peak on the right. The boulders in the foreground are part of a glacial moraine, a pile of sediment deposited on the side or end of a glacier.
I scrambled over a large boulder field and back to the Notch Mountain trail and toward Clegg Lake. The trail from Notch Lake to Clegg Lake was exceptionally lovely.  Up and down little rises and around groves of trees.  It was also well maintained by the Forest Service.
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Clegg Lake and Reids Peak.
There were a fair number of hikers along the Notch Lake trail.  Mostly groups of two to four on day hikes from the Bald Mountain overlook and some overnight backpackers, but there was one group of 20-somethings with a boom box playing alternaive music and several of the fellows drinking PBR in cans.  They were hauling in a cooler and had backpacks for an overnight stay.  They were going to have a fun night!  Then there was another group of 30- and 40-somethings with huge packs and all the fancy gear. They seemed to not know each other all that well.  Wasatch Mountain Club date hike?  My favorite was a 40-ish year old man and a 8 or 9 year old boy out on the boy’s first backpack trip*.

* I sometimes wish I had been taken backpacking when I was 8, but then possibly I wouldn’t have had such an amazing first backpack trip with my friends Jerda and Bonnie into Grand Gulch in southeast Utah circa 1996.  Backpacking is fun.

I didn’t ponder geology so much on this hike.  The exposed bedrock in the Unitas is mostly old metasedimentary rock of the Mounta Watson formation that doesn’t weather into interesting slot canyons, hodoos, or hogbacks. It’s not a brilliant red hue and there aren’t a lot of shiny bits to pick up.  If you are a fan of glacial geology, there are hundreds of cirques and nature has filled them with the aforementioned picturesque lakes. But aside from that, the rocks are mostly gray and purplish-gray quartzite and shale.  There is, however, the occasional sight that wows you with geologic significance.
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A “wow” geology rock: boulder of weathered metasedimentary rock showing an angular unconformity. At least I think that’s what it is. I didn’t inspect it because I was very tired. But it looks cool.

The Hike Part 3: Retreat

The marvelous middle section of my hike, show in orange on this map…
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had taken me almost 4 hours.  I had gained and lost only a couple of hundred feet and traveled about 3 miles.  Compared to my mountain-goat pace of the first segment, I was nearly standing still. Section 2, however, also included much photography, detours, and an extended rest break (i.e. nap) on a soft patch of grass on the shore of Notch Lake.  Now though, it was 4 PM, my blister was killing me, I was ready to kick back at camp, and the trail was less welcoming. 
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4 pm. Tired. Angry trail sign. Time to hoof it back to camp.
But I had to get there first. I had about 500 feet to descend and I could either go cross country for a mile or take the highway, which would add another half mile on to that distance.
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Bald Mountain, left, looking northeast toward camp. This was the highest point of my hike at 10,820 feet +/-20 feet.
I decided to go cross country, partly because it was shorter but mostly because I didn’t want to have cars whizzing past me for a mile after being so pleasantly removed from them all day.
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Descending from Bald Mountain pass area to the Mirror Lake Highway.  Camp was near the end of the visible road.
But soon enough I was to the road.
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Cars zoom so fast after you’ve been walking at a pace of less than 4 miles per hour all day.
IMG_2207 (1024x527)It took me almost an hour to go that mile.  I probably could have walked the highway faster, but that would mean more steps, and each step was very unpleasant at this point. I finally made it back to camp around 5 PM.  It had taken me 9 hours to hike 11 miles.  Not the speediest hiker am I, but I’ll bet I took more pictures than any non-professional photographer (over 150) on that particular route, and I loved every step of the hike. 

Hayden Peak at sunset from camp, which was especially lovely this night with a glass of wine in hand and no hiking boots on my feet.
Back at camp I put on comfortable soft shoes, ate some food, talked with the neighbors down the road, drank some wine, enjoyed the view, listened to some music, read some magazines, and all around enjoyed myself while wondering how Drew was doing in his race.

The Exit

I was up early the next day to bail out for home.  There would NOT be a short hike today, as my feet knees were still sore and my feet were in particularly bad shape. (That’s it – new boots are a must.)
 Bald Mountain at sunrise.
I was one of the first travelers on the Mirror Lake Highway, so I was in the right place to see these guys just doing their thing next to the road.
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Mountain goats near Bald Mountain Pass. Notice the normal “behavior”. Ha ha.

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The morning view from Bald Mountain Pass.
Although I didn’t feel up to hiking, I was not to miss a stop at Provo River Falls. I’d been wanting to stop here every time I’ve passed this way for the last 19 years. Here’s to doing it!
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Provo River Falls is a lovely series of about three waterfalls that tumble over the Mount Watson quartzite and shale.  Why did I wait almost 20 years to see this beautiful section of river a few hours driving distance from my home?
Another roadside attraction farther down the highway was worth a quick stop:
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Slate Gorge, which is not really cutting down through slate, but actually Proterozoic shale.
But the most worthy stop was at a diner in Kamas for some tasty non-camp food and coffee.
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After-camp food in Kamas. Mmmmm. Eavesdropping in on the resident farmers’ conversation was good too.
With a full tummy, I boogied home. My need for adventure, solitude, exercise, and mountain air had all been satisfied in just a couple of days.  What an excellent adventure I had!

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Every time I think my job is cool, it gets cooler

I really do love my job.  It is science. I work with great people. And I get to go do things like this.

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Measuring stream flow in a creek in Cache County. Note the brown boots. By the time I got out of the stream I was sloshing inside.  The boots had a leak.

 

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Same activity but with my fashionista pink plaid boots from my closet taken on this trip because I had a stinking suspicion that the brown boots leaked.

These pictures are from a quick project last October-November that two of my coworkers took the lead on.  The project involved evaluating how much surface water flow was coming out of different parts of the geologic system. To do that we had to measure stream flow, the quality of the water, and document where the streams were flowing vs. where they were dry.  We were racing against the oncoming winter at a ski area on the county line between Cache County and Weber County to document base flow conditions (the hydrologic conditions that are creating the constant flow in streams, as opposed to run off events in the spring or after rain storms).

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Coworker Maddie

 

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Measuring.

 

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Beautiful country.

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No water in the stream bed.

 

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Measuring water quality field parameters.

 

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Driving crazy roads.

 

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Nature is unbelievable.

 

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A spring

 

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Sometimes you gotta get in there and measure that junk.

 

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At the base of the carbonate rocks.

 

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Taking field notes before measuring stream flow.  Damn those boots are hot.

 

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Not the most secluded natural stream channel to measure flow, but man-made structures are convenient and repeatable.

 

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Six of us worked long days in October to knock out the data collection. We hiked in some really interesting (hydrogeologically speaking) rugged terrain searching for places to measure water. My job is fun.