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I recently spent a few nights in the Sawtooth Mountains, about a three-hour drive from home. Elizabeth Lake, destination for my first hike, lies barely five miles from a trailhead that begins in a lovely pine forest and leads into Elk Meadow, a broad, grassy expanse that has caught my fancy for years as I drove past its northern edge on my way to Stanley, Idaho.
My guidebook ranked this 9.8 mile excursion as “difficult.” I assumed it garnered this lofty rating from the last mile and a half that climbs 1,150 feet. Fall seemed the perfect time to explore this area, as the meadow would be drier and less mosquitoey than earlier in the season.
As a training run for a trip to Yosemite next month, I strapped on my fully loaded pack. My book, The Day Hiker’s Guide to Stanley Idaho, by Scott Marchant, warned:
Crossing Elk Meadow, where the trail is overgrown and nonexistent in some sections, can be a challenge. Fortunately, the Forest Service has placed a couple of signs in the meadow to help with navigation.
Heck, I can navigate my way through a meadow for Pete’s sake. No problem, I thought. I arrived at a junction, mentioned in the book, and crossed a small stream.
The trail disappears for about 20 yards into the boggy section of the meadow. The water is usually about a foot deep, so have an extra pair of shoes or prepare for wet boots.
Ach, this time of year, I bet I can hazard this in my boots, I thought.
After crossing this area, come immediately to the crossing of Elk Creek; it may be up to your knees, depending upon snowmelt. After crossing the creek, a signed junction 1.4 miles from the trailhead points to the lower Elk Meadow and the upper Elk Meadow. Although this junction is signed, it is almost comical because there is little sign of a trail. This is where the trail can get tricky. The grass may obscure any note of a trail…
Up to my knees in summer, probably to my ankles in fall, I thought.
I followed a well used trail for about 10 yards. It began to get boggy, very boggy. The trail splintered into several faint slices through the thick grass. I learned that it was easier to step on the untracked grass as it elevated me out of the bog ever so slightly. I saw some posts in the distance and I mucked my way to them, assuming the Forest Service sign would be there. What I found was some sort of fenced plant habitat test site. No signs. No more tracks in the grass. Hmmm. Well, nothing ventured . . .
I headed in the direction I supposed would lead me to Elizabeth Lake, pressing through thigh-high, crackling-dry, meadow grass, sprouting from a bog that covered the tops of my boots with each sucking step. Ah, here’s Elk Creek. Screwing up my nerve, I splash-hopped across the creek in two quick steps. The water came to mid-calf. Moisture sloshed in my boots now. May as well keep going.
But then, there was another creek, and another, and another. Elk Creek dreads its way across the meadow. I never saw any Forest Service signs. I saw multiple old posts that might once have been signs. There were game trails crisscrossing and circling each other. I finally reached the far side of the meadow where the forest begins again. I walked up and down this meadow/forest convergence, crossing countless streams and rivulets, in search of the trail that enters the forest and leads to the lake.
After stumbling through this mess for over an hour, I capitulated and began the complicated return slog till I finally reached firm ground where I’d left it, and trudged back through the forest to my car, squishing with each step.
To add insult to injury, the next day I headed off for Marshall Lake; 9.6 miles; difficult. Based on the instructions in the book, it looked cut and dried. Easy peasy, except, of course for that darned 1,850 foot elevation gain. So, I stupidly left the book in the car and started trekking through beautiful aspens, rising above morning fog to the looming peaks above. I was getting close to the proper mileage when I saw a well-used path veering to the right, in the direction of the lake. That’s gotta be it! I congratulated myself on not missing the turn.
I clambered up an incredibly steep meadow (which I remembered reading about) and kept going until my trail became a goat trail and my nerve evaporated.
About five minutes after turning around, I encountered a young climber who enthusiastically asked? “Did you summit?”
I laughed. “ME? The last thing I want to do is summit. I just want to find Marshall Lake!” He whipped out his cell phone, swiped and scrunched, looked up and said, “Oh, it’s over that way, one more drainage over. But heck, you’ve already got the worst part of the elevation knocked out. You may as well summit.”
I thanked him and continued down the mountain. Defeated once again.
Have you ever completely missed your destination?
Note: I have no complaints with Marchant’s book. I’m only disappointed in my own poor route-finding skills.
sybil said:
You are amazing! I don’t even try the difficult trails. I have gotten turned around on non trails when trying to find my way home. That’s when my dog Wendy comes in handy. She’s very good at finding our way back.
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rangewriter said:
I’m not sure amazing is the proper description. 🙂 Perhaps crazy? I remember when I rode my horse as a youngster, I felt safe no matter where I went. I knew he could get me home in a pinch and he’d also get me away from danger, be that from strangers or from my own strange requests. If he refused to go somewhere, I learned to listen to his sense, because basically, he would go anywhere I asked. Animals are a lot wiser than people…or at least me.
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Keith said:
Linda, great and trying story. I have been lost a couple of times searching for waterfalls off the Blue Ridge Parkway. At some point, we need to check our ego and retrace our steps.
By the way, I saw a great story in Readers Digest about a father/ son climb where the father was hit by falling rock and had broken bones and a concussion. This was near Boise. The son kept his father awake and then his father encouraged him to go find help, which he did.
Take care and safe trailblazing. Keith
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rangewriter said:
Thanks Keith. You know I think that story about the father/son sounds familiar. I think it was several years ago. The boy was maybe only in elementary school? Pretty remarkable kid. Learning how to take care of yourself outdoors is an important life lesson, I think. It translates into other areas of life.
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Keith said:
I think he was ten. It is impressive that he could do this.
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rangewriter said:
Indeed!
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Janes Heartsong said:
Wow, you’ve got ovum, going that far! I got lost on a trail that led from a parking lot, made it to a lookout point anyway without even hitting what the book described.(A new edition was published last summer).I just kept to the left of a whole bunch of trails meandering all over the place..Arthritis has slowed me down and not sure how much is just plain laziness but I don’t go far.I miss those amazing vistas.
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rangewriter said:
Jane, that’s the finest compliment or comment I’ve ever gotten! 😉 Thanks. Hey, at least you got to your destination, trail or no trail! Ah, but it’s the journey that counts, right? I’m trying to keep moving as much as I can before my body also begins to break down. I’ve been incredibly fortunate so far. But I know how tenuous good health is.
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Janes Heartsong said:
Wasn’t sure how you’d take that first comment. Glad I risked it!
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rangewriter said:
Me too! I like your sense of humor. Never hold back on my account.
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denisebushphoto said:
Excellent adventure, story-telling and images!
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rangewriter said:
Thanks, Denise. I appreciate your visit.
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catterel said:
I always used to love the unexpected adventures that came of getting lost – not so sure I’d still feel the same way about it nowadays! But keep on hiking as long as you can.
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rangewriter said:
Will do, Cat! Yup, the fun is the journey. The destination is just the excuse for the journey. 😉
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moondustwriter said:
I love the part about sloshing about (way past ankle deep.) You keep enjoying the adventure. Excited for your trip to Yosemite – but please stay on the trail there are too many unknown drops.
Lovely shots!
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rangewriter said:
Thanks for that great advice. I believe I will heed it! 😉
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