Humphrey's Basin TR
Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 6:30 pm
Humphrey's Basin, 9/25/10-9/27/10
There's only an hour difference between 4am and 5am, but my spinning head let me know that hour is priceless. I'd like to think that I wouldn't have hurt so much hiking up Piute Pass if I slept another 20 minutes - arguing with myself on the drive up - but one side had won that argument as soon as my feet hit the trail. It had been many months since the last time I departed a trailhead in the Sierra, and I was loving every step. Playing leap frog with a few other hikers on the trail, it was fun progress up to the Pass, where I took some time to rest and relax.
At first sight of Lower Desolation Lake, my mind was a mile ahead of my body. The early wake up and sea level to 11k were working against me. Every step seemed like ten. Then every step like a hundred. Just before every step felt like a thousand I arrived - Desolation Lake. It had been years since my last visit, but it seemed exactly the same. Windy, desolate, cold, and the seagulls a strange sight floating around the lake. Another backpacker passed by a short while later. David was his name.
Maybe I was moving slow, or maybe it was the short days, but by the time camp was set up the sun was already setting. With dinner in hand I was down by the lake taking photos and enjoying the view. David was there to join me, and later invited me over for some tea. Dang he makes some good berry tea, and with my addition of schnapps, it made for the perfect drink as we sat back and talked Sierra.
I never really slept. And the noises beyond my tent wall didn't help. Mice, unknown growls, and birds blazing past. My attempts to sleep were met with more tossing and turning. The next morning I woke up as slowly as I drank my coffee. A marmot kept me company, inspecting my every move. David stopped by to say his farewell as he continued his journey.
My goal was to hike towards Puppet Lake and viscinity. Packed up, it was fun taking my time scrambling towards the ridgeline separating Humphrey's basin and the areas beyond. I reached a small ridge, overshooting Carol Col which I could see in the distance. Deciding to explore another low point of the ridge to the north, I stopped in my tracks as I passed a small lake, fully circular, with views all around. I fell in love. It seemed hard to depart. I did finally reached the col, but couldn't take my mind off that lake. Another party arrived, and they were at the bottom of the other side before I decided to hike back down and enjoy Humphrey's basin a bit more. Dropping much of my gear at a small camp area, I headed down to Desolation Lake for some fishing and relaxation, before returning to camp for dinner and sunset.
I don't know what it is, but my body likes early wake up calls. At 5am the decision was made to hike up towards the col to enjoy the sunrise. The moon overpowered my headlamp, so I turned it off to climb in the soft and gentle moonlight. Something special watching the sunrise from high up; with the expansive view, deafening silence, and strong earth shadow. I spent what felt like forever up there, exploring and enjoying, before heading back down to camp for breakfast. As always seems to be the case, the trip was too short. I was packed up and trying to delay my hike back out any which way.
Easy to fall in love with this little area
Spying my breakfast
Mount Humphrey's
Twilight
A few feet from camp
Sunrise on top un-named(?) col
More sunrise - one of the better 'earth shadow's I've seen
There's only an hour difference between 4am and 5am, but my spinning head let me know that hour is priceless. I'd like to think that I wouldn't have hurt so much hiking up Piute Pass if I slept another 20 minutes - arguing with myself on the drive up - but one side had won that argument as soon as my feet hit the trail. It had been many months since the last time I departed a trailhead in the Sierra, and I was loving every step. Playing leap frog with a few other hikers on the trail, it was fun progress up to the Pass, where I took some time to rest and relax.
At first sight of Lower Desolation Lake, my mind was a mile ahead of my body. The early wake up and sea level to 11k were working against me. Every step seemed like ten. Then every step like a hundred. Just before every step felt like a thousand I arrived - Desolation Lake. It had been years since my last visit, but it seemed exactly the same. Windy, desolate, cold, and the seagulls a strange sight floating around the lake. Another backpacker passed by a short while later. David was his name.
Maybe I was moving slow, or maybe it was the short days, but by the time camp was set up the sun was already setting. With dinner in hand I was down by the lake taking photos and enjoying the view. David was there to join me, and later invited me over for some tea. Dang he makes some good berry tea, and with my addition of schnapps, it made for the perfect drink as we sat back and talked Sierra.
I never really slept. And the noises beyond my tent wall didn't help. Mice, unknown growls, and birds blazing past. My attempts to sleep were met with more tossing and turning. The next morning I woke up as slowly as I drank my coffee. A marmot kept me company, inspecting my every move. David stopped by to say his farewell as he continued his journey.
My goal was to hike towards Puppet Lake and viscinity. Packed up, it was fun taking my time scrambling towards the ridgeline separating Humphrey's basin and the areas beyond. I reached a small ridge, overshooting Carol Col which I could see in the distance. Deciding to explore another low point of the ridge to the north, I stopped in my tracks as I passed a small lake, fully circular, with views all around. I fell in love. It seemed hard to depart. I did finally reached the col, but couldn't take my mind off that lake. Another party arrived, and they were at the bottom of the other side before I decided to hike back down and enjoy Humphrey's basin a bit more. Dropping much of my gear at a small camp area, I headed down to Desolation Lake for some fishing and relaxation, before returning to camp for dinner and sunset.
I don't know what it is, but my body likes early wake up calls. At 5am the decision was made to hike up towards the col to enjoy the sunrise. The moon overpowered my headlamp, so I turned it off to climb in the soft and gentle moonlight. Something special watching the sunrise from high up; with the expansive view, deafening silence, and strong earth shadow. I spent what felt like forever up there, exploring and enjoying, before heading back down to camp for breakfast. As always seems to be the case, the trip was too short. I was packed up and trying to delay my hike back out any which way.
Easy to fall in love with this little area
Spying my breakfast
Mount Humphrey's
Twilight
A few feet from camp
Sunrise on top un-named(?) col
More sunrise - one of the better 'earth shadow's I've seen