We knew going in the weather
would be dodgy for a couple days with one quarter inch or less in the forecast
for Thursday and Friday. What's the old saying: there are two professions where
you can be wrong most of the time and still get paid - economist and
weatherman. Little did we know how wrong they would be...
We headed across the dam
Thursday late morning under partly cloudy skies and cool temps. The 1200 foot climb
up the canyon wall was pleasant with many birds and a few flowers still holding
on at the low elevation.
Trail on top of the canyon wall
Western Tanagers and Cassin's
Vireos in the oaks were regular and Canyon Wrens called from the cliffs above.
Our first destination was Beehive Meadow and then a mile long side trail to
check out Laurel Lake. Then it would be on to Vernon Lake for the evening.
Clearing the big canyon wall the climb flattened some, steadily gaining
altitude until we reached the meadow at 6,000 feet. The first sprinkles dropped
from the sky as we reached the turn to Laurel Lake.
View back toward reservoir
Approach to Laurel Lake
Half way to the lake we
reached a stream crossing that was little more than ankle deep. As we
approached the lake shoreline the rain became more serious and the cloud level
dropped. We considered continuing on to Vernon just long enough for the rain to
intensify to a downpour. Up went the tent quickly and in we went. Three hours
later the rain finally let up so we could make some dinner and check out the
birds around the lake. Like us the birds were happy the rain had stopped. Along
the shore a Western Wood-Pewee was flycatching defending the space from a
Yellow-rumped Warbler. White-headed Woodpeckers tapped and called in the trees
around camp. Two pairs of Buffleheads appeared to have set up shop at the lake.
It was a nice finish to a wet day.
The morning was cool and damp
with fog hanging over the lake. We packed up and made our way back toward the
main trail. At the creek crossing we were in for a surprise - yesterday's ankle
deep ford was now a waist deep raging river. It took a while but we worked our way across with a combination of logs, rocks and wading. It was a slow start to the day.
Hiking up Moraine Ridge in the fog
Foolishly hoping for better weather we decided to bypass Vernon Lake and traverse Moraine Ridge to Jack Main Canyon and on to Wilma Lake or possibly even Tilden Lake at 9,000 feet elevation. The ridge was good hiking through a mixture of Jeffrey Pine, Lodgepole and White Fir. At the end of the moraine the trail started our descent into Jack Main Canyon. Right from the top we discovered what a bunch of rain falling on granite can do. The trail was a raging river and we had to go down it. There comes a time when you just give up having dry feet and go for it.
The top of Moraine Ridge
Starting down into Jack Main Canyon
This is a trail?
Falls Creek in Jack Main Canyon
Canyon wall in the fog
Swamp trail
At the bottom of the descent we came to Falls Creek - this would be our companion until tomorrow. As we walked along the canyon floor flooding was everywhere. We proclaimed: Jack Canyon, where the trail is a stream, creek, river, pond, lake, and swamp. We saw it all. By 3pm the rain started again, and even though we were short of our goal for the day, we threw in the towel and pitched the tent. Another 3 hour wait before it let up enough to get out and cook dinner. By bedtime the rain would start again and go all night...
We awoke to drizzle and 38
degrees but had to get going. After a quick breakfast we chucked everything in
the packs, donned our rain gear and continued up Jack Main Canyon. Falls Creek
is aptly named, for the next 3 miles we were entertained with lovely cascades
and falls. Wilson's, MacGillivray's and Yellow-rumped Warblers were regulars.
Probably the most common bird in the canyon was Brown Creeper - seemingly
calling from every other tree.
Crossing Falls Creek
At the top of the climb the
trail leveled out and we came to an intersection. If we continued up canyon to
Tilden Lake, the climb would take us to over 9,000 feet and likely lots of
snow. As it was still raining, we made the decision to turn onto the Pacific Crest
Trail, past Wilma Lake for a couple miles, then we could turn and start the
return toward Hetch Hetchy and the big waterfalls. Only one minor problem - we
had to cross Falls Creek. It was cold!
Wilma Lake on the PCT
Wilma Lake
Route finding on snowy trail
The section of PCT trail took
us up over 8,500 feet where snow covered sections of the path. At the next
junction we turned into Tilden Canyon where on a clear day the views would have
been spectacular. After a short descent we climbed over another 8,500 foot
ridge beside Tiltill Mountain, trashing through lots of snow covered trail
before beginning the long 3,000 foot descent to Tiltill Valley. Birds were all
but absent in a steady rain. Reaching the valley floor brought us to a
very wet meadow that had to be crossed. Calf deep water was our trail for the
next half mile.
The last section was the final
1,000 foot descent to Rancheria Falls and and our home for the night. In
between showers we had Wrentit, Bushtits and a Yellow Warbler. Tomorrow we can
only hope for some descent weather as we see some spectacular waterfalls.
We saved the best for last -
the big waterfalls dropping into Hetch Hetchy up canyon from the dam.
While it sure didn’t seem so great at the time, that abundant rain of the
previous few days added significant runoff to the creeks and streams, improving
waterfall volume to the point of spectacular, even with the drought.
We were awoken by an insistent
Western Tanager singing directly over the tent. He was joined by an equally
noisy Cassin's Vireo in duet making certain we were up and moving. What did we
find above but blue sky, the first we had seen since Thursday! During
breakfast we were joined by a Hermit Warbler, a new one for the trip. Packed
up, our first stop was only minutes away - the big cascading falls of
Rancheria.
Rancheria Falls
Rancheria Falls
Rancheria Falls
From there we continued down
canyon to the reservoir, through an old burn on a dry hillside, picking up
Wrentit, Lazuli Bunting, and a soaring Black Swift. The trail turned
toward the dam a couple hundred feet above the lake meandering through stands
of mixed oak and Gray Pines. The cliffs above were host to many White-throated
Swifts who constantly twittered right above our heads. Nearly every pocket of
oaks held at least one Cassin's Vireo or Hutton's Vireo, sometimes both. The well watered flowers put on a show along the trail.
Alligator Lizard
Cruisin'
Wapama and Tueeulala Falls in the distance
After
a few miles we were at the star of the show - Wapama Falls. Parts of this falls
can be seen from the dam but the true view is from the base. Five bridge cross
the cascades at the bottom giving amazing views to the top. We had lunch at the
end of one bridge soaking in the spectacle.
Wapama Falls
Lower cascades of Wapama Falls
Just down the trail we had our
best view of Tueeulala Falls, a ribbon of water shooting off the top of the
canyon. This falls only presents during the highest runoff of spring. Other
smaller bonus waterfalls were scattered along the cliffs, all because of the
recent rain. For the last few miles to the dam we were entertained by numerous
Canyon Wrens and Lazuli Buntings. Arriving at the car we noticed the thunder
clouds building over the crest and were glad to be heading out to civilization
and real food.
Hetch Hetchy Canyon. Imagine how amazing this canyon would be without the San Francisco water storage...
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