R04/R01 TR: 2006 Ionian-Tunemah-Blackcap
Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2019 4:11 pm
Ionian and Blackcap Basins, August 4-14, 2006
This trip just touched the edge of Ionian Basin then over to Alpine and Blue Canyons and Blackcap Basin. Conditions reflect the 120% snow for 2006 in the Southern Sierra. I am planning to go into Ionian Basin in 2020, so I brought up this old report hoping to get a discussion going on Ionian Basin.
I drove to Shaver Lake, camping at a nearby pullout, unsure of starting from Courtright or Florence Lake. Next morning chose the latter, got a permit at Huntington Lake, mailed my route home, and drove 2 hours on the challenging road to Florence Lake, with a side trip to Mono Hot Springs for a hot shower. I camped near the trailhead, and walked down to the store just as SAR was recovering the body of a woman who had drown in the San Joaquin River at the Piute Canyon junction. My plan to return down Indian Pass and cross the San Joaquin was immediately scratched! I spent the afternoon talking with the lady at the store and endlessly packing and repacking. Still leery of mosquitoes I chose my tent and added a book and camera. With 11 days food I defaulted to my old external frame Kelty.
Day 1: To Goddard Canyon. 11.8 miles/ 6.6 hours
The boat ride was quick. The 7.3 mile hike to the Piute Creek Bridge was unimpressive and only took 3.8 hours. I nervously edged to the stream to fill my water bottle at the same location that poor lady fell in. I had to continue because I was not legal on the John Muir trail without a bear canister. The few campsites up the canyon were sparse and occupied. I set up at a marginal site getting caught in a rainstorm. It drizzled most the night.
Day 2: Easy Day on Goddard Canyon. 6.7 miles/ 7 hours
I awoke to frosty conditions deep in the forest shadows. It was surprisingly cold as I packed up my wet tent and headed out. Walking through the wet vegetation I soon was soaked. Ice on a slippery log complicated a stream crossing and the trail literally was a creek in several locations. At the first rocky ledge I unpacked and spent an hour drying everything watching the creek roar down its mini-canyon. The trail became less distinct and I never saw the Hell for Sure trail junction. At the head of the canyon steep section had to be surmounted before reaching Martha Lake. I easily waded across the creek here where it was broken into several small branches.
Martha Lake was stunning and windy, a good place to camp to stay out of bugs. I had the entire lake to myself as I washed up in a pool below the outlet where several small fish scattered when I stepped in. The outlet stream was full of fish. Puffy clouds were building but never became threatening. I studied the snow on Reinstein Pass to find a route since I only had trekking poles – no ice axe or crampons.
Day 3: Martha Lake to Ionian Basin. 5.8 miles/ 7 hours/ 2200 feet gain
The morning was totally clear. I traversed left around the lake and avoid probable icy conditions. I had thought of going over Ambition Pass and traveling through Blackcap Basin first, but could not see a route through the cliffs that I would do with a full pack. But I managed to find a path that stayed on rock and was at the top of Reinstein Pass in 2.5 hours where I looked across the head of Goddard Creek that I would have to cross to reach Ionian Basin. I descended slabs and ledges to the first bench where I turned to traverse east, entering a remote and wild place. I was aiming for the lakes that were the source of the numerous waterfalls. What I did not see was a major canyon between me and my destination! It took some major detours to finally get there. Three hours had passed.
The view south was breathtaking. In a few days I would be headed down to the inviting dark blue Lake 10232 below, but for now I had to tediously work my way through a maze. Upon reaching Lake 11818 I waded across the numbing icy outlet only to find that I was stopped cold by steep snowfields that extended into the lake. I was forced south to climb over a hill on class2 rock before I could drop into the drainage below Mt. Scylla, camping at a 12,000-foot unnamed lake. After checking out a peninsula jutting out into the lake, I came back to a small sheltered spot on the north shore where I set up on a hummock of grass. That night I was blessed by a magical full-moon.
Day 4: Explore Ionian Basin
I awoke to frost and had to break ice to get water from the shallow lake. Icy conditions scuttled the plan to climb Mt.Scylla. Instead I hiked a 4.6-mile loop to Lake 11582 which I had hurried by too quickly on a previous trip. I was not disappointed. First I scrambled to a high point to peek down into Enchanted Gorge. Beautiful Sky Pilot was clinging to meager soil wedged in the dark barren rock.
Descending, I got temporarily hung up on cliffs but finally found the way down to Lake 11837 where I skirted the south shore, carefully kicking steps so I would not slip into an icy bath. I dropped down another bench on a large snowfield that thankfully had developed sun cups that offered some security of footing. I circled Lake 11582 counter –clockwise observing some nice campsites on the windy south shore, crossed the outlet to the north shore where there were nicer sheltered campsites; good information for future trips.
As I headed back to camp the snow was soft enough to kick steps to the top of a hill north of my camp; a sorry substitute for Mt. Scylla. Back at camp I took a refreshing but frigid bath and ate a leisurely dinner, followed by a stroll to the west to check out several lakes. When the sun left, I hopped into my sleeping bag and read until dusk. It froze hard again.
This trip just touched the edge of Ionian Basin then over to Alpine and Blue Canyons and Blackcap Basin. Conditions reflect the 120% snow for 2006 in the Southern Sierra. I am planning to go into Ionian Basin in 2020, so I brought up this old report hoping to get a discussion going on Ionian Basin.
I drove to Shaver Lake, camping at a nearby pullout, unsure of starting from Courtright or Florence Lake. Next morning chose the latter, got a permit at Huntington Lake, mailed my route home, and drove 2 hours on the challenging road to Florence Lake, with a side trip to Mono Hot Springs for a hot shower. I camped near the trailhead, and walked down to the store just as SAR was recovering the body of a woman who had drown in the San Joaquin River at the Piute Canyon junction. My plan to return down Indian Pass and cross the San Joaquin was immediately scratched! I spent the afternoon talking with the lady at the store and endlessly packing and repacking. Still leery of mosquitoes I chose my tent and added a book and camera. With 11 days food I defaulted to my old external frame Kelty.
Day 1: To Goddard Canyon. 11.8 miles/ 6.6 hours
The boat ride was quick. The 7.3 mile hike to the Piute Creek Bridge was unimpressive and only took 3.8 hours. I nervously edged to the stream to fill my water bottle at the same location that poor lady fell in. I had to continue because I was not legal on the John Muir trail without a bear canister. The few campsites up the canyon were sparse and occupied. I set up at a marginal site getting caught in a rainstorm. It drizzled most the night.
Day 2: Easy Day on Goddard Canyon. 6.7 miles/ 7 hours
I awoke to frosty conditions deep in the forest shadows. It was surprisingly cold as I packed up my wet tent and headed out. Walking through the wet vegetation I soon was soaked. Ice on a slippery log complicated a stream crossing and the trail literally was a creek in several locations. At the first rocky ledge I unpacked and spent an hour drying everything watching the creek roar down its mini-canyon. The trail became less distinct and I never saw the Hell for Sure trail junction. At the head of the canyon steep section had to be surmounted before reaching Martha Lake. I easily waded across the creek here where it was broken into several small branches.
Martha Lake was stunning and windy, a good place to camp to stay out of bugs. I had the entire lake to myself as I washed up in a pool below the outlet where several small fish scattered when I stepped in. The outlet stream was full of fish. Puffy clouds were building but never became threatening. I studied the snow on Reinstein Pass to find a route since I only had trekking poles – no ice axe or crampons.
Day 3: Martha Lake to Ionian Basin. 5.8 miles/ 7 hours/ 2200 feet gain
The morning was totally clear. I traversed left around the lake and avoid probable icy conditions. I had thought of going over Ambition Pass and traveling through Blackcap Basin first, but could not see a route through the cliffs that I would do with a full pack. But I managed to find a path that stayed on rock and was at the top of Reinstein Pass in 2.5 hours where I looked across the head of Goddard Creek that I would have to cross to reach Ionian Basin. I descended slabs and ledges to the first bench where I turned to traverse east, entering a remote and wild place. I was aiming for the lakes that were the source of the numerous waterfalls. What I did not see was a major canyon between me and my destination! It took some major detours to finally get there. Three hours had passed.
The view south was breathtaking. In a few days I would be headed down to the inviting dark blue Lake 10232 below, but for now I had to tediously work my way through a maze. Upon reaching Lake 11818 I waded across the numbing icy outlet only to find that I was stopped cold by steep snowfields that extended into the lake. I was forced south to climb over a hill on class2 rock before I could drop into the drainage below Mt. Scylla, camping at a 12,000-foot unnamed lake. After checking out a peninsula jutting out into the lake, I came back to a small sheltered spot on the north shore where I set up on a hummock of grass. That night I was blessed by a magical full-moon.
Day 4: Explore Ionian Basin
I awoke to frost and had to break ice to get water from the shallow lake. Icy conditions scuttled the plan to climb Mt.Scylla. Instead I hiked a 4.6-mile loop to Lake 11582 which I had hurried by too quickly on a previous trip. I was not disappointed. First I scrambled to a high point to peek down into Enchanted Gorge. Beautiful Sky Pilot was clinging to meager soil wedged in the dark barren rock.
Descending, I got temporarily hung up on cliffs but finally found the way down to Lake 11837 where I skirted the south shore, carefully kicking steps so I would not slip into an icy bath. I dropped down another bench on a large snowfield that thankfully had developed sun cups that offered some security of footing. I circled Lake 11582 counter –clockwise observing some nice campsites on the windy south shore, crossed the outlet to the north shore where there were nicer sheltered campsites; good information for future trips.
As I headed back to camp the snow was soft enough to kick steps to the top of a hill north of my camp; a sorry substitute for Mt. Scylla. Back at camp I took a refreshing but frigid bath and ate a leisurely dinner, followed by a stroll to the west to check out several lakes. When the sun left, I hopped into my sleeping bag and read until dusk. It froze hard again.