BITTERROOT TRAIL RUN
ADVENTURE
(Bear Creek to Big
Creek loop and lessons learned)
By: John Fiore
Big Creek Lake and Packbox Pass in the distance |
Allison and I had no
idea what was in store for us when we left the Big Creek trailhead at 11:00
am. We cruised up the Big Creek
drainage, admiring cedar forests, waterfalls spilling into the deep pools of
Big Creek, and soaked up the warm rays of the sun. Big Creek Lake was full to the brim, and
fording the spillway led me to question the upcoming stream crossings. Nevertheless, the trek around the massive
shoreline of Big Creek Lake was uneventful.
We crossed three raging creeks without incidence and soon found
ourselves on the south end of Big Creek Lake staring at a solid snowpack. Big Creek Lake sits at 5,865 feet and the
snowpack was solid at 6,000 feet. Bear
Creek Pass (our route to the Bear Creek drainage) is at 8,000 feet, so we
mutually accepted the ensuing snow travel.
The heavy late spring snowfall and early season races had forced us to
run in the Rattlesnake Mountains in the snow, so with trekking poles in hand (one
pair between us so we each used one) we marched on….without the trail. On the slopes of Packbox Pass I was equally
impressed by the gorgeous views and Allison’s ability to climb like a mountain
goat up the snow-laden slopes.
Sky Pilot Peak, Pear Lake (frozen), South Fork Lake |
We found the trail
leading down Colt Killed Creek and after a few miles were fortunate to see the
Bear Creek Pass trail sign posted on a tree twelve-feet off the ground (for
riders on horseback perhaps?). The
afternoon heat was sucking our energy at this point. One-mile from the top of the pass the trail
vanished beneath four feet of snow once again.
Onward and upward we climbed until we reached a precipice. “Holy %#@$ where’s the trail?” I
exclaimed. The cirque below us was
rocky, steep, and entirely
snow covered. My Suunto watch read 20
miles and it was 7 pm. “So much for
getting home by dark,” I thought to myself.
We discussed our options: Retrace
our steps back to Big Creek Lake and head out in the dark (we had one headlamp
between us), or glissade down to the lake below from which a faint trail led
out the Bear Creek Drainage. Packbox
Pass was difficult enough to ascend and we both knew descending it in the dark
would be foolish, so we chose to glissade and down climb to the lake. Once at the lake, we began following a
roundabout trail which soon gave way to the thickest, most gnarly dead fall I
have ever experienced. Three-miles of
dead fall, multiple creek crossings, too many shin scratches to count, and two
hours later we smelled freshly sawn logs and found a good trail. My Suunto battery died and it was now 11:00
pm. Our food was long gone but the
excitement of finding the trail carried us onward.
Reduced
to hiking due to the single dim headlamp between us, we both began to
experience a supernatural Deja-vu feeling.
First we saw a bridge which looked “just like the bridge in Big
Creek.” Then we saw a choice camping
spot tucked beneath a fire scarred rock face and we simultaneously
exclaimed: “There’s no way this is Big
Creek.” “I looked twice when we hit the
trail and saw the sign and it said SOUTH FORK OF BEAR CREEK!” Our suspicions were settled when we reached
the Big Creek Trailhead at 2:30 am and found the vehicle we left over fifteen
hours earlier. Once home, I realized
there was no way we could have found the Bear Creek trail due to snow. In fact, the Bear Creek drainage would be
much more difficult to follow beneath snow due to the dense forest and its
deceiving side canyons. We had glissaded
down to South Fork Lake, entering the South Fork of the Big Creek drainage. We discovered first-hand that the South Fork
trail had not been cleared in years.
Ascending Sky Pilot Peak |
Packbox Pass in October |
South Fork Big Creek & South Fork Lake |
South Fork Big Creek 1, Shins 0 |
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