R02 TR: 5/20-23 2013: Edyth Redux, Kendrick Creek Falls
Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 10:07 am
It's Edyth with a Y. Acting Park Superintendent "Major William W. Forsyth named the lake in 1910 for Edyth Nance, daughter of Colonel John T. Nance. (Farquhar.) The name was on the Dardanelles 30' maps as 'Edith Lake' from 1912 through 1947; the spelling was officially changed to 'Edyth' by a US Board on Geographical Names decision in 1932." (Browning.)
I've been thwarted from seeing the falls up close twice previously by heat and cold. http://www.highsierratopix.com/communit ... f=1&t=7720" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
This time I opted for a safer approach. I'm getting too creaky for the rugged hike up Kendrick Creek from Laurel Lake; I still bear the mark of a spill in the thrice-accursed willow-aspen-talus section from last May where I "caught" myself ... but the pack kept going.
On Monday from Hetch Hetchy I hiked over Moraine Ridge towards Jack Main Canyon and camped by the trail at 7600'. I wanted an all-trail backout in case my back gave me trouble the first day. Many people I know with bad backs agree that backpacking is actually good for it.
Tuesday was very windy. I passed the tarns, crossed Frog Creek, and over the saddle to Edyth.
A Mallard had met it's demise at the campsite leaving behind a chicken-sized egg that I would have assumed was from the supermarket had it not been for all the feathers.
Wednesday was my dayhike to the falls. It was noticeably cooler. The ducked route up the canyon generally stays high to avoid the brushy cracks, but I first visited the inlet by surmounting cliffs at the lake shore with a move that would've given me pause with a full backpack. From the inlet, it's clear sailing up the crack that heads NE.
Once up, the canyon becomes downright picturesque.
The falls beckon.
Here's a movie: http://www.flickr.com/photos/fourputt/8809843587/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
I returned to camp via the ducked route that goes thru the main gully with a few brushy scrambles.
Thursday morning my bottle had ice. An immature Bald Eagle circled low over the lake a couple times and lit in a treetop across from me with a look on its face as if to share my thought, "Hey fish, when ya coming up?"
Fly fishing not being much of a prospect, I packed up and hiked back to the Hetch Hetchy backpackers campground by 6:30 p.m. -- a beer in the car sealed the decision to stay the night at the campground.
Happy hiking folks.
I've been thwarted from seeing the falls up close twice previously by heat and cold. http://www.highsierratopix.com/communit ... f=1&t=7720" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
This time I opted for a safer approach. I'm getting too creaky for the rugged hike up Kendrick Creek from Laurel Lake; I still bear the mark of a spill in the thrice-accursed willow-aspen-talus section from last May where I "caught" myself ... but the pack kept going.
On Monday from Hetch Hetchy I hiked over Moraine Ridge towards Jack Main Canyon and camped by the trail at 7600'. I wanted an all-trail backout in case my back gave me trouble the first day. Many people I know with bad backs agree that backpacking is actually good for it.
Tuesday was very windy. I passed the tarns, crossed Frog Creek, and over the saddle to Edyth.
A Mallard had met it's demise at the campsite leaving behind a chicken-sized egg that I would have assumed was from the supermarket had it not been for all the feathers.
Wednesday was my dayhike to the falls. It was noticeably cooler. The ducked route up the canyon generally stays high to avoid the brushy cracks, but I first visited the inlet by surmounting cliffs at the lake shore with a move that would've given me pause with a full backpack. From the inlet, it's clear sailing up the crack that heads NE.
Once up, the canyon becomes downright picturesque.
The falls beckon.
Here's a movie: http://www.flickr.com/photos/fourputt/8809843587/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
I returned to camp via the ducked route that goes thru the main gully with a few brushy scrambles.
Thursday morning my bottle had ice. An immature Bald Eagle circled low over the lake a couple times and lit in a treetop across from me with a look on its face as if to share my thought, "Hey fish, when ya coming up?"
Fly fishing not being much of a prospect, I packed up and hiked back to the Hetch Hetchy backpackers campground by 6:30 p.m. -- a beer in the car sealed the decision to stay the night at the campground.
Happy hiking folks.
