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Seeing as though we only had 5 miles to hike, I slept in
until the ungodly hour of 7:40. Most of the other groups
were already at the food prep area enjoying relatively smoke-free
views of the lake and Mt. Jackson to the south. I set about
filtering all the water we'd need for the climb up for breakfast
and the climb up Gunsight Pass before running back up to
the tent to wake up Yumi.
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| Gunsight Lake |
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The Kalispell boys quickly became heros to the bikers when
they concocted a breakfast of SPAM and cheddar cheese ground
together and gave them a sample. I was under the impression
that New Yorker's were a worldly bunch, but the bikers had
no clue SPAM was also a high quality staple food and not
just unwanted e-mail. After tasting the mush they were all
gung-ho and had to get some for themselves when they got
back to civilization. Meanwhile, Yumi and I made do with
some oatmeal and dehydrated strawberries.
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| Yumi climbing
to Gunsight Pass. |
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While Yumi stayed behind at the food prep area I quickly
broke camp and brought our gear back down. The Madison group
was going to get a later start then even we would, the Kalispell
boys were probably already halfway back to the Jackson Glacier
Overlook and the fisherman was down at the lake trying his
luck.
The bikers, however, had big plans of scrambling up to
Jackson Peak and asked what I thought would be the best
route up. Hell, I didn't know, but told them I thought they
should probably bushwhack up from just across the suspension
bridge over the lake's outlet and pick their way up the
ridge which didn't look too difficult. They didn't take
my advice and later found out the route they took cliffed
out on them, but they had a great day hike anyway.
By 10:15 Yumi and I were on the trail, beginning our climb
up to Gunsight Pass which I had told her was "pretty
easy" by Glacier standards. What I hadn't told her
was that the pass was a 3.5 mile hike even though it was
probably less than a mile from camp as the crow flies. Even
though the pass never seemed to get closer due to the switchbacks
Yumi was in fairly good spirits as we climbed. Going up
was not a problem for her knees, going up and not seeing
a lot of progress was. Still the views of Gunsight Lake
and points east were worth it in the end.
Just before reaching the pass we could see the Madison
group down on the switchbacks below and a mother goat and
her kid above. Yumi, being deathly afraid of wild and domesticated
animals alike, didn't know what we should do about the goats
so I did what any studly guy would do and walked up to them,
talking in a quiet voice. The goats slowly moved out of
the way, eying us up as they did. The little one climbed
to the safety of higher ground while mother continued to
look at us as we passed.
Up at the pass we busted out the GORP, chips, and ibuprofin
for lunch and waited for the Madison group to catch up.
The hikers shelter that had been only stone walls in 2005
was now complete with a roof and a few benches inside---the
perfect spot for Yumi to take a rest while I stalked a few
more mountain goats in hopes of getting some good photos.
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| The trail above
Gunsight Lake nearing the pass. |
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After an unsuccessful attempt to sleep, Yumi emerged from
the shelter and we began to push on down to our camp at
Lake Ellen Wilson. I'd been dreading this part of the trip
for my wife since the descent was rather steep and would
undoubtedly cause more pain her. The views of the lake were
somewhat marred by the smoke blowing in from the east but
still as spectacular as I'd remembered it.
Hiking at a snails pace, Yumi finally told me to go ahead
and move at my own pace down to the campsite. I reluctantly
took her advice and soon left her far behind, but never
that far away as she was always visible on the switch backs
above. Soon, a female hiker appeared, closing in fast on
Yumi, jogging a bit, then speed walking, jogging... Whoever
this person was, she was a beast, so I decided to speed
up my pace even more just for fun.
Our little race ended when I got to the falls crossing
the trail above the lake. It didn't look like Yumi would
be able to keep her feet dry hopping across without assistance
so I sat down and waited. The day hiker blew by with barely
a hello and attempted a dry crossing but slipped near the
end, soaking her feet in the process while uttering what
I thought was a curse in a baltic language. Fairly humorous.
With Yumi at least 20 minutes behind, I began amusing myself
by tossing rocks into the stream, then by engineering a
dry crossing past the waterfall for my wife. Something about
boys, rocks and water I guess.
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| The Lake Ellen
Wilson inlet falls. |
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Once we made is across the stream without soaking our boots
the trail began a totally worthless climb above the north
end of the lake. In my humble opinion it would have been
a lot easier to run the trail into the camp site from the
low point just past the falls rather than unnecessarily
climbing then running the spur trail back down. Yumi had
these same thoughts and verbalized them repeatedly over
the next two days.
We eventually made it up to the spur trail at 3:30 then
began giving up the altitude we'd gained only minutes before.
I again moved out ahead of my wife so that I could get camp
set up before she arrived and noted just how crappy the
trail really was. Switchbacks where none were needed, none
where they were. I was sure to hear about that too. After
what felt like a half mile I finally passed the outhouse
(I'd later find out there was no outhouse, only a "throne"
with a reported decent view of the lake) and let my guard
down, not knowing it would still take another 5 minutes
to get to the actual camp sites.
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| A closer look
at the falls. |
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I found a great site located near the unique food prep
area and easy access to the lake and it's very nice beach.
It was a sunny day and knew we'd be laying out on the beach
and maybe rinsing out some clothes down there. if there's
one thing Yumi likes in the back country, it's a beach and
sunshine. The only problem with the site was that the ground
was very rocky to the point of not being able to get a tent
stake into the ground, so I opted to utilize several large
rocks in its place.
I got camp set up, hung our food, checked out the beach
then started back tracking so that I could escort Yumi to
our site. I didn't have to go far as she'd stopped at the
food prep area and was rubbing her knees. I got her back
to camp and we started sorting our laundry. Everything was
covered with dust, including ourselves, as we went to the
lake.
The solo hiker from Washington was already camped and making
his way out of the frigid waters of Lake Ellen Wilson, shivering,
when we got to the beach. He'd had a long day as he'd already
set up camp and had hiked up to the Sperry Chalet three
miles down the trail. Oh to be young with good knees again.
While Yumi started the wash cycle I busied myself pumping
water for the night and next morning, wondering if I should-shit
can the filter and go with chemicals in the future? After
filling every bladder and bottle we had I decided it was
time for me to wash off the two days of trail dust and had
every intention of submerging myself but chickened out when
the wind started to blow a little stronger. I guess I'd
rather be dirty than cold and settled for a sponge bath
and partial dunking of my head.
Once Yumi had the freshly laundered clothes strung up to
dry over a few downed trees she began to fill in some of
her tan lines and fighting off a few troublesome flies while
lying on her thermarest. Her bliss didn't last for long,
however, as the wind picked up, sending more dust our way.
After a few minutes of this we decided we should go make
some dinner.
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| Laundry day at
Lake Ellen Wilson |
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The food prep area at Lake Ellen Wilson is probably the
most unique in the park. A large, RV-sized boulder , easily
visible on Google Earth as I would find out, formed an admirable
wind break which would be needed later on.
Everyone at the camp had stayed at Gunsight Lake the night
before except for a father and his two sons, Derek and Trey.
The boys had something in common with Graham as they were
all active in boy scouting.
After an hour of conversation the wind began to really
howl and the temperature dropped to the point that I had
to run back to camp to put on my rain pants for extra warmth.
By the time I got back, Yumi had had enough and decided
to go back to the tent and the warmth of her sleeping bag.
I chatted at the cooking area for another half hour then
went back to our site.
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| Yumi enjoying
some down time at the Lake Ellen Wilson beach. |
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By now the temps were very cool and the wind was blowing
pretty hard but unlike my Winds trip, I had confidence that
my Tarptent Cloudburst would be able to handle it. Naturally,
I was too warm inside my sleeping bag and Yumi too cold
so I unzipped and covered her with half of my bag and all
was soon well again.
We talked about the next day's activities. I wanted to
get off to an early start so that I'd have time to climb
up to Comeau Pass, one of the few new areas of the park
I'd be able to see on this trip. Yumi assured me that it
would be OK if I went without her knowing that the Sperry
Chalet had some books she'd be able to read during my absence.
I also sweetened the pot when I told her we could get lunch
at the Chalet consisting of a sandwich, coffee and perhaps
some soup and pie. It was a no-brainer for her and the deal
was struck.
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