Be foolish in your dreams, not your actions. That’s the take home message I got out of last week’s “TransYosemite” Snowshoe Trek. You see, Meghan and I didn’t make it across the park. Not even close! In fact, we made it as far as the first stream crossing. Some might say we failed epically, I’d say we had a splendid wilderness adventure.
[Don’t like words or simply want to see some pretty pictures? Check out the Facebook album for the trip!]
What Went Wrong
In the week prior to our departure it became clear that the route we had planned to take was far too risky to attempt. The avalanche danger was already “considerable” and two additional storms were forecast to hit during our trip. Rather than risk our lives and the lives of others in pursuit of a dream, we scrambled to come up with an alternate wintry adventure. Meghan suggested a north to south route across Yosemite National Park and that captured our attention. What fools we were!
We began Day 1 at Hetch Hetchy in a rain/mix that quickly turned to powdery snow as we ascended. We loved being out in the moderate snowfall; however, no one had plod through the existing snow and the additional snow further covered the trail. We had some trouble route finding on Day 1 and it was much more difficult after another 8 or 9 inches overnight. Sometimes the trail was obvious. Other times I would route find by feel. We kept our eyes open for rare blazes or more frequent cut blowdowns that would confirm that we were on trail. Treeless spaces and side trails would often require us to canvas an area for the way forward. It was less frustrating than time consuming.
We also failed to consider stream crossings. They are a non-issue on an west-east route, but there are numerous bridgeless stream crossings when moving north-south through Yosemite’s middle elevations. These crossings are a pleasant diversion in the summer, but downright dangerous in the winter. Your choices are (1) to walk across the frigid snowmelt stream that’s flanked by huge snowbanks, (2) to cross om a sketchy snow bridge or downed tree, or (3) to scout the stream for a safe, dry crossing. We ruled out option 1 as we didn’t want to risk hypothermia. After a failed attempt to find a downstream crossingof Cottonwood Creek, we headed upstream to separately cross two, pre-fork branches of the creek. We still ended up crossing the first, smaller fork on a small downed tree bridge. This was super sketchy and took the better part of half an hour to cross once we found it. We spent the next hour following the second branch upstream with no success in finding a safe crossing. At this point that we decided that our secondary objective – making it as far as Yosemite Valley was not going to happen.
What Went Right
For four days, we safely and comfortably (for the most past) explored Yosemite’s breathtaking wintry wilderness without any outside contact. When was the last time you went 72+ hours with no phone calls, no email, no internet, or not even seeing another person aside from those with whom you are traveling? You know what it feels like? Profound. Simple. Wild. It was a treat.
Our second dose of snowshoe trek lemonade was sweet. With reaching Yosemite Valley ruled out, we spent Day 3 tracking the north fork of Cottonwood Creek to Cottonwood Meadow before continuing on to Smith Meadow on the west side of Smith Peak. We set up camp early and took in the setting’s stunning serenity.
I was surprised by the mountains. I like being surprised by the mountains. What struck me this trip was just how little fauna inhabits even relatively low elevations in Yosemite during the winter. Not once did we see an animal larger than a squirrel or a woodpecker and we saw few of those. Two nights we were treated to a great horned owl concert. The only large animal prints we saw above 5,000 feet were some very old coyote prints. In contrast, in the final 1,000 of descent to our car we saw, sequentially, day old bobcat, coyote, and mountain lion tracks in the fresh snow.
What else when right? We were safe. Aside from that one slightly sketchy creek crossing that we took one at a time, we played it 100% safe. We took our time to find the correct route or took an improvised route only when it was clear where we were and we had an easy substitute route to follow, such as a creek. We took more than enough clothing. We kept our gear dry or dried it ASAP. We had enough food. We had a backup stove. We purified all our water even though it was all fresh snow smelt. All of this is reassuring in retrospect because our initial trail was snowed over after our first night out and we took an alternate route back. We were alone. We needed to take care of ourselves. We did.
While we should have considered our route more closely, we’d spent months thinking over our gear. It paid off as, for the most part, our gear choices were right on. My biggest failure here was failing to consider the huge volume of gear, which meant I had to bail on my pack choice (Osprey Talon 33) in favor of a huge pack I’d never worn.
What Gear Rocked
I wrote a previous article highlighting the gear I’d be bringing on this trip. Here are some of the standout performers.
- Atlas 12 Series 30″ Snowshoes – These snowshoes continue to be the bomb and bombproof. Even with a 40 pound pack, I never felt like I needed more floatation than these bad boys provided. Meghan loved the Atlas Elektra 12 Series 23″ with their easy on, easy off bindings.
- Big Agnes String Ridge 2 – The String Ridge 2 was a snap to set up in any conditions and didn’t waiver when a foot of snow fell overnight. As we grew to know the tent (neither had used it before), we succeeded reducing overnight condensation throughout the trip.
- La Sportiva Wildcat GTX + OR Verglas Gaiters + Drymax Maximum Protection socks – I couldn’t have been more pleased with how dry this setup kept my feet. After 4-6 hours of snowshoeing, neither the running socks nor shoes ever felt more damp than if I’d gone for an hour run on a dry spring day. No blisters. No maceration. My only foot problem was a bit of irritation where the snowshoe binding pushed the gaiter’s metal shoelace clip into the top of my right foot.
- Big Agnes Mountain Booties (with Bridgedale Endurance socks) – After the first night, I “yarded” our campsite, which means I used snowshoes to pack down our tent and cooking areas as well as a few select paths. After yarding, I threw on the booties and freely wandered about camp in warm, blissful comfort.
Winter Wildlands Alliance!
After this latest wintry wilderness experience I’m smitten with the idea of exploring the world’s wilds in winter. I’m also stuck by the need to balance protecting these lands with the right to access them. Fortunately, the Winter Wildlands Alliance is out there watching our backs on this issue. The organization’s mission statement reads:
Winter Wildlands Alliance is a national nonprofit organization promoting and preserving winter wildlands and a quality human-powered snowsports experience on public lands.
I’ve read a few WWA newsletters and am really impressed with what it does on a local level. Nice work guys n’ gals.
Another thing that stood out for me was how many of WWA’s corporate supporters I do or have relied on. These include Clif Bar, REI (I’m a member), Atlas Snow-Shoe Company (used on the trip), Black Diamond, Patagonia, Outdoor Research (used on the trip), Smartwool, and Osprey (I wish I’d used their pack on the trip)!