1 August 1-3, 2014, Friday Oh-Be-Joyful Creek 10115', North 38
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August 1-3, 2014, Friday Oh-be-joyful Creek 10,115’, north 38° 55’ 40”, west 107° 05’ 42” 3.7 miles, 721’ Raggeds Wilderness, Gunnison National Forest Gunnison County, Colorado Elaine met at my house at 7 am. I was packing my stuff in the truck when she arrived. We left at about 7:30. I drove the truck to US-285 to US-24 to Chaffee County 306 over Cottonwood Pass, to Forest Service Road (FS) 742 to the Jacks Cabin Cutoff (FS-813) to CO-135 to Crested Butte, the Wildflower Capitol of Colorado. Then it was northwest on the gravel FS-734 to the Oh-be-joyful Campground along the Slate River, and then through Slate River and up a 4WD road about a mile to where the road got really 4WD and we parked. It took 5 hours. We started hiking at 12:30. It was cloudy. We hiked in for two hours along Oh-be-joyful Creek. It was a gradual uphill hike and relatively easy hiking on the good trail. We crossed into the Raggeds Wilderness about a half mile from where we parked the truck. We got rained on and stopped to put on rain gear. The rain stopped shortly after that. We found a place to camp at 10,115’ along Oh-be-joyful Creek very close to its confluence with “Blue Lake Creek”, almost 800’ in elevation higher than the truck. The skies did not look like they would clear up any time soon. We set up camp, including the kitchen tarp. The skies didn’t clear up, but there was no more rain for the entire three days. In fact, the weather was great. After we set up and pumped water for cooking and drinking we did a little exploring up the trail. We walked the main trail (FS 836) past the confluence and found a couple of water falls on the ‘Blue Lake Creek’, at about 10,230’. The creek, unnamed, flowed out of Blue Lake, about two miles from camp on the trail and a thousand feet higher. Water falls on the south fork of Oh -be -Joyful Creek 1 The area had obviously been receiving a lot of rain. The ground was lush with wild flowers and deep green bushes. By the water falls and at camp spruce and fir provided ample shade under the cloudy skies. The ground was moist. Timber line occurred there at about the ten thousand foot elevation, but in this part of the valley the conifers were thick up to over ten thousand five hundred feet. The Oh-be- joyful valley curved around the massif of Peeler and Garfield Peaks (12,227’ and 12,005’, respectively) on the south. On the north the valley rose to Schuylkill Mountain (12,146’). The south facing slopes of Schuylkill Mountain were close to treeless, but still covered with green grass and brush. The north facing slopes of Peeler and Garfield were thick with spruce and fir up to timberline where green grass and brush covered the slopes up to the rock and tundra, even higher up. Numerous streams cascaded down the steep slopes from the higher basins on both sides of the valley into Oh-be-joyful Creek. The water in all the streams and creeks was crystal clear. Oh-be-joyful itself flowed down the valley through steep rocky canyons in the higher elevations to the west and into a mix of meadows and rocky canyons in the lower elevations to the east. We both started to photograph flowers and landscape. We explored and took pictures until about six PM. Then we started down toward camp. At the confluence of the two creeks the trail had been washed out more than a couple of times and more than a few trail options could be taken. We took one that involved an easier crossing of the shallow creek. It took us parallel to and a bit lower than the main trail. It came out on the main rail at a meadow. We followed the main trail about five minutes more before we realized we had already walked past camp. We turned around and walked back up and found camp again. The optional trail had skirted the point where we left the main trail and made camp, so we missed it. We made better mental notes of the area for the next time. We were back in camp at about 6:30 and prepared dinner. It was still cloudy but beginning to clear up. We ate Mountain House potatoes and cheese with broccoli, and a garlic flavored potato cup. We topped it off with a cutie (tangerine) and some apple crisps. Elaine had tea and I had some chicken broth. Clean up was a snap and well before dark we were watching deer in the meadow just east of our camp. We were tired though and I went to bed. Elaine took some more photos of the clouds and the sunset and then she retired to the tent. Saturday morning we were up by 7:30. While lying in the sleeping bag I heard an elk chirp, and it sounded close. I commented to Elaine that the sound was an elk. I wasn’t sure if she heard the elk, if she heard me, or if she was even awake. I thought I should get up and see if I could see elk and I got up. The inside of the tent was damp from condensation of our breath on the tent walls. I thought to myself we would have to open more windows at night to alleviate that problem. I crawled out of the tent and put my boots on. That was about 7. I did a quick check of the area and saw nothing in the meadows on either side of the stand of trees we were camped in. I started water for coffee and breakfast and then I walked out from under the trees to the edge of the meadow just east of camp. I took more time checking out the north slope, across Oh-be-joyful Creek and below Garfield Peak. Up at the top of the slope in the thick brush and sparse trees I spied a couple of elk grazing. I went and got binoculars out of the tent for a better look. Elaine joined me just about then and we checked the two elk out for a while – before they disappeared over the lip of the bench. They were not close to camp, but we got a good look through the binoculars. 2 The water was hot by the time the elk disappeared so we returned to the kitchen and had breakfast. We had oatmeal with some trail mix in it, coffee, tea and tang. Clean up was quick. By 9 am we had secured camp, packed goodies for the day and started up the trail toward Democrat Basin. We were hoping to see a lot of wildflowers and no people. Elaine had broken her leg earlier in the year and was not showing any sign of issues with that leg. In fact she was doing extra duty. Before she retired the evening before, she had marked out a path through the thick underbrush from the Oh-be-joyful Trail to camp. It was a lot easier to follow her markings to the main trail than to pick our way through the thick brush. A few hundred yards up the trail we veered off to the right, or north, toward the sound of a water fall. We easily found it and got some photos and took a GPS reading for future reference (UTM coordinates). The falls we had explored the evening before were on the ‘Blue Lake Creek ’, or maybe the south fork of Oh-be-joyful Creek. The falls we found in the morning were on Oh-be-joyful Creek. Both creeks had numerous falls cascading over dark rock. Then we walked west on the trail up to the junction of trails 836 and 404. Trail 404 went south over the 11,840’ Garfield Pass, just south of Garfield Peak. We took trail 836 north into Democrat Basin. Above tree line at the west end of the Oh-be-joyful valley included a couple of basins bounded on the west by the north-south Ruby Range. Ruby Range was formed by Ruby Peak (12,644’), Mount Owen (13,058’) and Purple Peak (12,810’) on the south and Afley Peak (12,646’), Oh-be- joyful Peak (12,325’), Hancock Peak (12,410’), and Richmond Mountain (12,501’) to the north. All of the area after the trail junction to the peaks was above timberline. Another of many small waterfalls on Oh-be-Joyful Wild strawberries grew in most of the lower elevation meadows. We Creek ate a few. We spent most of the day on Saturday exploring Democrat Basin below Richmond Mountain and Hancock Democrat Basin, about 11,000’ 3 Peak. On the north ridge of the basin we could see the trail through the green tundra ascending to a small cut between Richmond Mountain and Schuylkill Mountain – Daisy Pass at 11,640’ above sea level. The basin to the south held Blue Lake at 11,055’. The maps show the Trail 404 traversing the bowl 300 feet below Blue Lake. We wondered if folks had to make their own way up to the lake from the trail, or if there was a worn path up. We didn’t go there so we would not find out.