R03/R04 TR: Halfmoon Pass-Cox(ish?) Col loop, 10/10-10/12 2023
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2023 1:34 pm
Greetings! Two last nights presented themselves as fair game, and I took the bait. Harlen's Little Lakes loop from last year furnished part of the inspiration for the route. I managed to hang onto my map this time.
An Indigenous People's Day tip of my cap to the Owens Valley Northern Paiute, who have been here a long time.
I tried off-trail Halfmoon Pass to see if it would expedite me, relative to the Mono Pass trail, to the Second Recess. I'm not sure how much time I actually saved, but I did like Golden Lake.
Usually I try to get above the trees and stay there. This time I went back down to the woods for the rest of the day--on purpose! But it wasn't all bad.
I made for Mount Abbott till headlamp time, and called it a day.
The next morning's agenda called for oatmeal at Lower Mills Creek Lake. Steve Roper seems to have thought well of this one. I was not prepared to argue the point.
In what must have been the spring of 1995, my dad took me to an outdoor expo at the Berkeley REI. We met a guy named Phil Arnot, with very blue eyes under prodigious white eyebrows--he had to have been 70 by then--smiling benignly but making no attempt to get our attention from behind a card table with a flyer on it about trips to the High Sierra. Neither of us had been backpacking before, but my dad, to my enduringly pleasant surprise, suggested we give it a shot. We followed Phil for 9 days that June through northern Yosemite--witnessing Waterwheel Falls at its deafening post-El-Nino peak--and did three more trips with him over the next three summers. What with Phil's alpine savvy and wry, understated presence, we couldn't have asked for a better guide. To be leading trips past threescore and ten! (He more or less poured milk on a bowl of Advil for breakfast, but no matter.) He wrote a book, The High Sierra, one of the chapters of which describes his special fondness for Upper Mills Creek Lake. Phil is dead now, but I took a moment to think of him in this, one of his favorite places in the world.
After Gabbott Pass, I went down and back up and made the little dogleg at upper left:
I'm not quite sure if I then went over Cox Col, the reputedly preferable North Col, or somewhere in between. The notch I went through (circled in blue) was lower than I expected it to be, and lower than Harlen's route, I think. Can anyone enlighten me? At any rate, someone had recently gone ahead of me and left heel-punched boot tracks in the snow, tracks that had since frozen solid and made a little staircase in places, so I didn't have too much trouble on the descent.
An Indigenous People's Day tip of my cap to the Owens Valley Northern Paiute, who have been here a long time.
I tried off-trail Halfmoon Pass to see if it would expedite me, relative to the Mono Pass trail, to the Second Recess. I'm not sure how much time I actually saved, but I did like Golden Lake.
Usually I try to get above the trees and stay there. This time I went back down to the woods for the rest of the day--on purpose! But it wasn't all bad.
I made for Mount Abbott till headlamp time, and called it a day.
The next morning's agenda called for oatmeal at Lower Mills Creek Lake. Steve Roper seems to have thought well of this one. I was not prepared to argue the point.
In what must have been the spring of 1995, my dad took me to an outdoor expo at the Berkeley REI. We met a guy named Phil Arnot, with very blue eyes under prodigious white eyebrows--he had to have been 70 by then--smiling benignly but making no attempt to get our attention from behind a card table with a flyer on it about trips to the High Sierra. Neither of us had been backpacking before, but my dad, to my enduringly pleasant surprise, suggested we give it a shot. We followed Phil for 9 days that June through northern Yosemite--witnessing Waterwheel Falls at its deafening post-El-Nino peak--and did three more trips with him over the next three summers. What with Phil's alpine savvy and wry, understated presence, we couldn't have asked for a better guide. To be leading trips past threescore and ten! (He more or less poured milk on a bowl of Advil for breakfast, but no matter.) He wrote a book, The High Sierra, one of the chapters of which describes his special fondness for Upper Mills Creek Lake. Phil is dead now, but I took a moment to think of him in this, one of his favorite places in the world.
After Gabbott Pass, I went down and back up and made the little dogleg at upper left:
I'm not quite sure if I then went over Cox Col, the reputedly preferable North Col, or somewhere in between. The notch I went through (circled in blue) was lower than I expected it to be, and lower than Harlen's route, I think. Can anyone enlighten me? At any rate, someone had recently gone ahead of me and left heel-punched boot tracks in the snow, tracks that had since frozen solid and made a little staircase in places, so I didn't have too much trouble on the descent.