The 2015 Bob Marshall Wilderness Open was over for me as soon as I saw how treacherous the Spotted Bear River would be to cross, given my relative inexperience in those sorts of things. I made a brief attempt to ford, but when the water reached the level of my backpack, I was pushed downstream a ways. Returning to shore, I checked out a few alternatives on the map over an open fire and a hot meal, but the only feasible option was to return to Meadow Creek Gorge and get a ride out. After 23 hours and 55(?) miles of continuous hiking, this was a hard pill to swallow. The next 15 miles back to Meadow Creek were the toughest to endure.
The highlights of my trip:
-Meeting a great group of extremely experienced outdoor enthusiasts and making a few new friends. I learned a lot from all of you.
-Hearing Dan's voice in the middle of the night as I was at my whits-end trying to weave my way through a maze of deadfall with a dying headlamp.Â
-The avalanche shoot on Big Salmon Lake freaked me out. I nearly caused another, and travelled with it, as loose rock under my foot plunged into the lake below. Phew!
-Hiking through a burn area isn't fun when it's windy and trees are falling.Â
-The wildlife: Zero bear, or other dangerous critter, sightings, which sucks, but the lone elk at the Black Bear Ranger Station, mingling with the grazing horses was neat. A few whietail were also spotted. Greg, I also saw the moose carcass and dead golden eagle. Did you see a vertibrae on that trail, too? It looked human.Â
-Deja-vu trail, aka Sergeant-Corporal Trail, Trail 88 or The Snake Eyes Trail (I made up 2 of those 4 names): Going up Harrison Creek at the beginning of this trail, I got lulled-into thinking it was going to be a piece of cake shortcut to the river crossing by Beaver Creek. Things changed, however, as the trail turned north. Deadfall after deadfall after deadfall was in my way, frequently causing me to lose track of the nearly-extinct trail. I began to see patterns in the deadfall, as if it was the same deadfall I had already negotiated. Was I doing loops on the Deadfall Circle of Death? When I heard Dan's voice later that night my prayers were answered, all of the deadfall disappeared and I was able to put in cyanide pill back in my pack…that is, until I had to return on this same trail a few hours later after my failed river crossing. On my next Deja-vu Trail experience, this time in daylight, I crossed the same deadfall over and over again. I should have carved something into a tree, just to see if I would pass it again. There are also a small chain of lakes at the top of the pass, not seen at night, or on Google Earth for some reason. At least, I think it's a chain of lakes, it could've just been the same lake on replay-mode. As I passed a lake, I would see where it was in relation to the mountain behind it. No change! At one point, I thought God was f'ing with me, and that in order for me to get off this trail I had to pass a test of deadfall torture. I finally won! It might be a coincidence that I won after taking a few Aleve and Hammer Endurolyte pills.Â
Wayne and I spent last night in Many Glacier and hiked the Iceberg Lake Trail this morning. Now we're in Missoula and it's time for my first hot shower.
Thanks for a great adventure, Dave, and all I came across on this journey.