Travel Time: 4:26 (0.81 mph)
Moving Time: 2:54 (1.24 mph)
Elevation Rise: 1,297'
Descent: 201‘
Maximum Elevation: 8,740'
GPS
Tracks
1Originally the GPS said we did
about 4.7 miles. But looking at the tracks, it went crazy at lunch
time. Based upon previous hikes, this seems much more reasonable.
Description:
Last year was a bust to go
backpacking and I am not getting much younger. Our initial thought
was to go to
Alder Creek
in Yosemite, but the logistics of getting a permit in this COVID-19
times would eat up a large chunk of our enjoyment. So Plan B was to
go to Paradise
Valley
in Kings Canyon. As the day approached, I felt less and less
ready-both in preparation, physically and mentally. Plus someplace
over the weekend I lost my medicine bag (sounds like I am making
excuses). So come Monday night, I thought, let us postpone this a
day-we can do that. So on Tuesday, the more I thought about things,
the more content I got with Plan C-a short hike to Weaver
Lake.
Definitely less apprehensive the night before the hike.
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Bridge across Big Meadow Creek
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Now, when was the last time I
was at Weaver Lake? I think it was about five
years ago
with our meetup group. Now to see if I can make it.
We get in the car at 9:40-a
bit later. Then it is a straightforward drive up 180. We go to the
Grant
Grove Visitor Center
to see if we need a Wilderness Permit for Weaver Lake. The quick
answer is now. We already have a California
Fire Permit,
so we are ready to go. It is another 20 minute drive to the Big
Meadows Trailhead.
At 11:45, our boots hit the
trail. It is a pleasant 57o.
This is the moment of truth. That moment gets deferred for a few
minutes as the trail starts by going downhill-I can tackle this. Then
there is a new twist-instead of crossing on logs like I have before,
there is a nice sturdy bridge crossing Big Meadows Creek.
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Trail and Shell Mountain
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And now the moment gets
realized. The trail starts off by going gradually up-I am able to do
this. And then it turns up the intensity. While I am able to go up
this, my pace shortens and my breaths become more frequent. But at
least I am consistent. It looks like the weight of the pack will not
be an issue. By the way, the weight is 34 pounds. Maybe a bit heavy
for overnight, but very doable. |
Sherri, the hiker
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Gary inching up a hill
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We cross a small creek, rock
hopping over it. Even if we fell in, only our shoes would get wet.
There is a log across the trail, but very doable in getting over it.
By the time we have gone a mile and a third, we are seeing some great
views, including the glint of Buck
Rock Lookout.
We meet a few people leaving, but not a wild weekend crowd. Also it
is after 1pm, so we think this is a wonderful place to have our
PB&Nutella sandwich.
There is a downhill, which I
am sure we will need to gain back. The trail meets another trail from
the Fox
Canyon trailhead.
Then a short way, but steeply uphill, to the junction with the
Jennie Lake
trail-later we found out a friend of ours was at Jennie Lake at the
same time we were here.. Now it is more uphill, climbing up a ridge.
We are now on the last half of
the trek, and there is still a need to climb. While the trail starts
out just as steep as before, we know there is an end. That is always
something to look at. Good thing it is not a warm day, just
comfortable for walking a trail like this. One thing, our good views
have left as a ridge now blocks the view.
Once on top, we are anxious to
see the junction to take us to Weaver. But the trail has other plans.
We think we are close, but the trail goes ever on. Several low ridges
and a couple of dry creeks, one we think is big enough that it should
be coming from Weaver. That leaves us to wonder how much, or more
concerning, how little water may be in the lake. We know there will
be some, it is not a mud puddle. Still in May there should be water
coming down a creek from the lake.
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Buck Rock Lookout
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We come to the trail junction
which will lead us up to Weaver Lake. A short climb brings us to the
lake. There has been a series of signs along the way which indicate
the campsites are numbered, instead they are more approximate
locations. We do not see signs of people occupying, so we have the
whole lake to ourselves. And it is a good lake, pleasant to the eyes
with the base of Shell Mountain rising from it.
We cross the creek, which is
flowing. This raises the question, where is that water going? Many
more campsites here. It reminds me of the west side of Ostrander Lake
how the campsites are laid out. Continuously. We find one which will
be sheltered by a log if the wind picks up and set up our tent. It is
a little after four by the time everything is ready for habitation.
We rest for a bit and then Sherri gets dinner ready.
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Dry Creek Bead
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Our dinner setting is one of
the finest, sitting on a log, looking out west watching the start of
evening to set in. I cannot say it is romantic as we share a bag of
Mountain House freeze dried. But there is an element of 101
Dalmatians where Pongo and Perdita share a plate of spaghetti.
Romance is wherever two hearts meet.
We clean up. While Sherri is
off for a few minutes, I hear her phone ping. Evidently we have
reception here. Andrea will be late for our family Zoom call. If we
can get a text, can we get a phone call through? Yes! So we join the
Zoom call. Sort of wild being able to be up here and enjoy a family
time remotely.
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Weaver Lake
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The air is cooling, Sherri
decides a warmer place is in her sleeping bag. While it is still
light, I wander around a bit, towards the south. I am not intending
to walk very far, just enough to enjoy the area. As I approach the
boulders on the south, I notice some unnatural colors and a bit of
movement. We are not alone! We talked a bit. He was to go to Mineral
King, but the road was still closed. So he came up here for a few
days. It is better than being in Los Angeles, which is where he is
from, actually pretty close to Redondo Beach.
Enjoyable little chat, but now
darkness is coming and it is time to head to bed. Sherri is reading.
And I read for about thirty minutes. And now the eyes are closing and
it is time to sleep. A pretty good first outing.
Breakfast
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Lunch
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Dinner
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Snacks
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Home
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Peanut Butter & Nutella
Sandwich from home
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Mountain House Fusilli
Pasta
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energy bar
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Tired Old Man
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Our Camp Spot
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Gary entering the Jennie Lakes Wilderness
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Looking North
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More north looking
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Small Creek Crossing
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