Backpacking

[BigPiney]

Did you get evacuated, or did you have to hike the 30 miles out? How long do they expect the recovery to take? How immobile will you be while recovering?

How big is Tunemah Lake?

Here is the lake:

[PaloAltoCougar]

I walked out over the course of 4 days. Two of which were incredibly difficult cross country travel. The second was down 2000 ft, up 3000 and then down 5000 over the course of 11 miles, all of which were without trail. Then I did 23 trail miles over two days to get to the car.

Tunemah was pretty big for being at 11000 or so feet. Interesting thing about that name:

The sheepherders frequenting that part of the country employed Chinese cooks. Owing to the roughness of the path they gave vent to their disgust by numerous Chinese imprecations. Gradually the most prominent settled itself on to the trail and it became known as 'Tunemah!' The other features were named when the Tehipite and Mount Goddard quadrangles were surveyed in the 1900s. Chinese linguist colleagues in Hong Kong have identified 'Tunemah' as probably reflecting Cantonese diu2 nei5 aa3 maa1 (the numbers indicate tones), meaning 'F**k your mother!'"
- Erwin Gudde, California Place Names

That was that second xc day. And I concur.

Sheesh, BP. That may not rise (sink?) to 127 Hours level of pain, but unless the docs tell me an avulsion fracture is no biggie, I'm beyond impressed.

[BigPiney]

Did you get evacuated, or did you have to hike the 30 miles out? How long do they expect the recovery to take? How immobile will you be while recovering?

How big is Tunemah Lake?

I walked out over the course of 4 days. Two of which were incredibly difficult cross country travel. The second was down 2000 ft, up 3000 and then down 5000 over the course of 11 miles, all of which were without trail. Then I did 23 trail miles over two days to get to the car.

Tunemah was pretty big for being at 11000 or so feet. Interesting thing about that name:

The sheepherders frequenting that part of the country employed Chinese cooks. Owing to the roughness of the path they gave vent to their disgust by numerous Chinese imprecations. Gradually the most prominent settled itself on to the trail and it became known as 'Tunemah!' The other features were named when the Tehipite and Mount Goddard quadrangles were surveyed in the 1900s. Chinese linguist colleagues in Hong Kong have identified 'Tunemah' as probably reflecting Cantonese diu2 nei5 aa3 maa1 (the numbers indicate tones), meaning 'F**k your mother!'"
- Erwin Gudde, California Place Names

That was that second xc day. And I concur.

[Bo Diddley]

Went to one of the most remote places in the lower 48. Tunemah lake and Goddard canyon. Managed to roll my ankle on day 6 of a ten day trip and get an avulsion fracture. Still was about to hike the 30 miles out, but am having surgery tomorrow to repair.

I'll have to find my pictures from the top of My Goddard and Finger Peak.

:yikes:

Speedy recovery, brother!

[Pelado]

Went to one of the most remote places in the lower 48. Tunemah lake and Goddard canyon. Managed to roll my ankle on day 6 of a ten day trip and get an avulsion fracture. Still was about to hike the 30 miles out, but am having surgery tomorrow to repair.

Still an amazing trip.





I'll have to find my pictures from the top of My Goddard and Finger Peak.

Did you get evacuated, or did you have to hike the 30 miles out? How long do they expect the recovery to take? How immobile will you be while recovering?

How big is Tunemah Lake?

[Sullyute]

Wow, looks amazing.

[BigPiney]

Went to one of the most remote places in the lower 48. Tunemah lake and Goddard canyon. Managed to roll my ankle on day 6 of a ten day trip and get an avulsion fracture. Still was about to hike the 30 miles out, but am having surgery tomorrow to repair.

Still an amazing trip.









I'll have to find my pictures from the top of My Goddard and Finger Peak.

[Pelado]

Looks like fun.

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[tooblue]

Getting to the outfitters and our launch into the north west corner of Algonquin was an adventure in itself. After a three-hour drive, we passed through what is considered civilization in the true north. Leaving a small town, we traversed a small lake and headed down a winding gravelly road, until we arrived at a sign telling us to keep going.

Now, I have driven many dirt roads in my lifetime, certainly several that are longer, and more rugged and dangerous than this one, but boy did this dirt road rise and fall, and twist and turn as well as, if not better than any redneck roller coaster I have ever been on.

When we arrived at our destination, I was certain we had arrived at the Possum Lodge. My suspicions grew as we were greeted by the manager and owner of the Outfitters from which we had arranged to rent our canoes.

A near facsimile of Red Green, he was wearing only a baseball cap, and pants without a belt that barely hung to his hips below a sunburnt beer belly. As we approached, his dog barked and he growled at us about parking in what was both an un-loading and no-parking zone, marked with a sign that read: LEAVE YOUR VEHICLE HERE AND IT WON’T JUST BE REMOVED, BUT DESTROYED!

Upon sizing us up, he asked whether or not we knew what we were getting ourselves into? We answered that all but one of us were seasoned voyageurs, and then joked that the new guy (my 16-year old’s friend) hadn’t yet been told about the initiation ritual.

With a wry smile he looked at the new guy and said: “you’ll survive … ain’t nothing like being covered in BBQ sauce and running through the woods nekkid.” The man then motioned to his niece; a pleasant young woman eating what looked like a pb&j sandwich and who didn’t look a day older than 19 to go fetch our canoes.

After she delivered four canoes to the dock, one at a time, lifting and throwing them from her shoulders onto the water with the strength of Xena Warrior Princess, I commented: “Living the dream I see.” To which she replied, “yup,” as she sat down next to the still barking dog to finish the pb&j sand wich he had been faithfully guarding. Here’s a few pics that tell the rest of the canoe trip story (pics of the Milky way in the photography thread) …

[tooblue]

Annual canoe trip

Getting to the outfitters and our launch into the north west corner of Algonquin was an adventure in itself. After a three-hour drive, we passed through what is considered civilization in the true north. Leaving a small town, we traversed a small lake and headed down a winding gravelly road, until we arrived at a sign telling us to keep going.

Now, I have driven many dirt roads in my lifetime, certainly several that are longer, and more rugged and dangerous than this one, but boy did this dirt road rise and fall, and twist and turn as well as, if not better than any redneck roller coaster I have ever been on.

When we arrived at our destination, I was certain we had arrived at the Possum Lodge. My suspicions grew as we were greeted by the manager and owner of the Outfitters from which we had arranged to rent our canoes.

A near facsimile of Red Green, he was wearing only a baseball cap, and pants without a belt that barely hung to his hips below a sunburnt beer belly. As we approached, his dog barked and he growled at us about parking in what was both an un-loading and no-parking zone, marked with a sign that read: LEAVE YOUR VEHICLE HERE AND IT WON’T JUST BE REMOVED, BUT DESTROYED!

Upon sizing us up, he asked whether or not we knew what we were getting ourselves into? We answered that all but one of us were seasoned voyageurs, and then joked that the new guy (my 16-year old’s friend) hadn’t yet been told about the initiation ritual.

With a wry smile he looked at the new guy and said: “you’ll survive … ain’t nothing like being covered in BBQ sauce and running through the woods nekkid.” The man then motioned to his niece; a pleasant young woman eating what looked like a pb&j sandwich and who didn’t look a day older than 19 to go fetch our canoes.

After she delivered four canoes to the dock, one at a time, lifting and throwing them from her shoulders onto the water with the strength of Xena Warrior Princess, I commented: “Living the dream I see.” To which she replied, “yup,” as she sat down next to the still barking dog to finish the pb&j sand wich he had been faithfully guarding. Here’s a few pics that tell the rest of the canoe trip story (pics of the Milky way in the photography thread) …

[BigPiney]

Since I am heading out for 10 days tomorrow I figured I should update with the trip I took my family on two weeks ago.

I got permits for the Yosemite backcountry, so we went in for 4 days and three nights. We stayed two night at Glen Aulin at the backpack campground. The goal of this trip was to visit the grand canyon of the tuolumne and see the waterfalls. While it is a low water year, it was all really fun.

First night at Polly Dome Lakes.



Water fall by Glen Aulin.



My youngest on the last day.



Swimming hole

[bluegoose]

Great pics, PBW and BP. Looking forward to my trip this weekend into the Trinity Alps.

[SteelBlue]

Beautiful pics, Piney. Looks like a great trip.

[BigPiney]

Ashley Lake.

Finding a route to Anona Lake.


And out camp at Anona.

[BigPiney]

There day trip out is the Beck Lakes trailhead. Really we started at Devils Postpile and headed west for about 8 miles to get right against the south part of the Ritter range.

We camped one night at Holcomb Lake. Did some cross country hiking to see Beck Lakes in a thunderstorm the first day as well.

Next day we xc'd over to Anona lake and spent the afternoon checking out Ashley Lake and other small lakes.

This morning we hiked the 7 miles Mack to our car and got some great views of the postpile.

First time in 20 years or so that my wife and I have gone backpacking by ourselves. Beautiful area and our dinners turned out pretty good for homemade dehydrated.

I think this is a pic of outlet of Holcomb Lake.