Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Not What We Hoped for But Glad We Went: Hiking at Grinder Creek

Date: April 3, 2018
Place: Grinder Creek, Seiad Valley, California
Coordinates: 41.806857. -123.218384
Length: 1 mile
Level: moderate

We had a nice hike on Town's Trail at Happy Camp but it was a short hike and the day was still young, even after a lengthy lunch break. So in spite of the discouragements from the national forest rangers we decided to drive to Seiad Valley and try hiking on the Grinder Creek trail. This trail is also a segment of the Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail. a.k.a. the PCT and I hoped that as a popular national scenic trail it was maintained reasonably ok.
On our way to the trailhead we came across two elk that were munching away near a house hold fence. They weren't bothered by us and so Pappa Quail and our elder chika got some nice photos of the big and closer one.
The trailhead is at a PCT campground that seemed like no one had used in some time. walked around for a few minutes, then fund the trail and the bridge on which it crossed Grinder Creek.

A currant bush was blooming under the bridge, full, intensely pink bloom.
Flowering Currant, Ribes sanguineum
We lingered on the bridge for  a little bit, then walked across and started our hike.
Our hike at Grinder Creek as captured by Pappa Quail's GPS
There was much bloom along the trail. Not as bright or diverse as we've seen along Woolly Creek trail but enough to make me happy.
Stream Violet, Viola labella
The elder chika took her camera on the hike this time and soon got busy chasing butterflies.

After only a couple of hundred yards I stopped short - there were Trillium flowers! Everywhere! Anywhere else they had already finished but here, in the Siskiyou, they were at their peak bloom.
Western Wakerobin, Trillium ovatum 
They were mostly white but here and there we saw a purple individual.

I was wrong about the trail. A recent fire had damaged the forest much there, and many dead trees blocked the path. Our progress was slow and the obstacles annoying.

We didn't get very far before giving up and turning back. I felt disappointed but I too couldn't see the point of going on any further at these conditions, especially since we weren't looking for any particular landmark on that trail.
Little white flowers on the forest floor. 

Another sign that here the spring was at its beginning - the Oregon grape of which we've only seen unopened buds. I found a single early blossom close to the ground just about where we had turned back.  

Oregon Grape, Berberis aquifolium
The hound's tongue too - everywhere else it was already fruiting while on this trail it was just beginning. 
Grand Hound's Tongue, Cynoglossum grande
We made it back to the bridge in no time at all. Unwilling to part hastily, we lingered by the bridge and the deserted campground. 
Grinder Creek

Although the trail was unkempt and the bloom was just starting the area had its promise and despite the fire damage the atmosphere was healthy and vibrant. 

Mourning Shroud

We didn't see many birds in the area. We did here plenty, though. A brave robin patrolled the campground, allowing Pappa Quail and the elder chika to photograph him at a close distance. 

American Robin

As we were getting ready to leave I notice some strange looking flowers nearby. Of course I had to take the time and inspect them closely, while my family waited patiently in the car. 
Coltsfoot, Petasites frigidus 
I was glad that the first ranger I talked on the phone with before our trip had convinced me not to go backpacking there. Still, we did hike a bit there, and did see some interesting things. And we've seen that some time in the future after the trail had been worked on we could go back there and hike further in, perhaps backpack there.

That evening we didn't have to look hard for a campground. A short distance west of Seiad Valley there is the town of Hamburg, CA, where we found that the Sarah Totten Campground was open and available for use. There were no potable water there but that wasn't a problem because we had plenty of drinking water with us and for everything else there was the river. That night we all slept comfortably.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Happy Camp: A Town with A Trail

Date: April 3, 2018
Place: Happy Camp, California
Coordinates: 41.780833, -123.386981
Length: 2 miles (in and out)
Level: Strenuous

The forecast of a chilly night that we got from the backpacker we've met on the Woolly Creek trail came to be. We found a nice campsite on the Klamath river bank just south of Happy Camp. We arrived there with plenty of daylight left to set up camp, cook dinner, and get a campfire going for a little but before the wind and the evening chill drove us into the tent.
In the morning everything was sunny and bright again. Between breakfast and breaking camp I managed to look around a bit and snap some photos of the area.
Pallid Serviceberry, Amelanchier pallida
Our first stop was at the Klamath National Forest ranger station at Happy Camp, which is the central town along route 96. As we pulled into the small parking lot we saw the usual red-lined limited parking signs. But no ... on a second look they turned out to be very unusual  parking signs.

We went into the rangers station to get information about the local trails. I was specifically interested in the Grinder Creek trail, which is part of the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT). The ranger at the dest was very sweet. She was a native of Happy Camp and very happy to have lived there her entire life. Just like the ranger I've talked with on the phone before the trip, she too discouraged us from going on the PCT in that area and kept redirecting us to a small local trail named simply, "Town Trail". It is a short trail - only a mile one way, and it isn't a loop. It goes uphill to a pretty view point above the town.

Our hike as captured by Pappa Quail's GPS 
It wasn't quite the kind of hike I had planned for the day but the ranger was very persuasive and so we fount the trailhead and started uphill. 

Town Trail
Almost immediately I saw a wildflower of a species I was not familiar with. It was growing in a way that made it difficult t photograph and by the time I was done with my efforts I had one decent image and my family was already way up the hill.
California Gromwell, Lithospermum californicum

They stopped and waited for me near a cute patch of shooting star flowers, making sure I wouldn't miss it.
Mosquito Bill, Primula hendersonii
We were ascending continuously through the forest. A one point however, the trees opened up and we could see the river way down below. Almost without noticing we have gained considerable altitude.
View down on the Klamath River
Looking down more closely reveals the tiny green moss and lichen covering the rocks. These ancient plants had their spring as well with little fruiting bodies extended above the green mat.

 The trail curved to the north and looking east in between the trees I saw a snowy peak, possibly the same peak we've seen the day before from the  hike on Woolly Creek Trail.

The Klamath area experienced many wildfires in recent years, including the forest above Happy Camp through which we were hiking. As we ascended higher the fire scars became wider and stronger. The tree trunks were all black and many were dead. I did find one pine tree that survived, alone of all the trees in its vicinity. The bark that did not burn completely - that's where the living tree survived.

 Pine forests have evolved to endure forest fires. Clearing forest patches of the old trees make room for the new ones. 
Sugar Pine cone
The trees there are amazingly resilient. The scars of the fire were everywhere around us, but so was the force of recovery.
Pacific Madrone, Arbutus menziesii
The madrone was probably the most noticeable tree species we've seen on this trip. Its relative, the manzanita bush, was dominant in the post-fire area that was once tree-shaded.
Manzanita, Arctostaphylos sp.
 Woodpecker knocks sounded from the burned trees. Pappa Quail and the elder chika found its source: a downy woodpecker.
Downy Woodpecker
At the top of the mountain the trail turned sharply and we reached its end at a nice vista point with a picnic table and a spectacular view down to the river and the city. There we also met another family with two little boys, and an older couple that came up with no children but with a case of beer. We had a nice chat with them and they told us that they moved to Happy Camp to get away from the crowds of more populated area. They loved the solitude and the relative silence. I could totally relate to that.
Happy Camp
We sat there for nearly half an hour, but eventually the chikas got bored and we remembered that there was another hike that we wanted to do that day - we had not given up on hiking Grinder Creek. And so we said goodbye to the others and started back down.
Going back through the burnt forest my birdwatchers found a hermit thrush sitting atop a charred log.  The birds make do and some even do better in this environment. 
Hermit Thrush
 Down, down, down we went. Much faster now, for gravity was on our side and also I didn't feel the need to stop and photograph the same things I have seen going up. 

 I did make an exception of the blooming gooseberry bush that I had skipped on my way up. The season was nearly over for it but it was still red and beautiful.
Gooseberry, Ribes sp.
But the best red in that forest and the most outstanding color of that hike belonged without a doubt to the Pacific Madrone and its lovely, smooth bark.
Pacific Madrone, Arbutus menziesii

We reached our car below in record speed, then drove back into town to get some lunch and move on to our second destination of that day - Grinder Creek at Seiad Valley.

Many thanks to members of the California Native Plants Society for their help in identifying plants!

Thursday, June 7, 2018

The Other End of the Salmon River: Up and Down Woolly Creek Trail

View of the Salmon River

Date: April 2, 2018
Place: Woolly Creek, Some Bar, California
Coordinates: 41.376052, -123.431663
Length: 4 miles
Level: Strenuous

Our second day of spring break we spent in Arcata, hiking at the Arcata Marsh Sanctuary and lingering in town for an early dinner. It was late in the afternoon when we finally drove off east toward Willow Creek and the Klamath River. We had camped in the past at Willow Creek and hiked the area a bit. This time we took rte 96 northward and soon we were driving along the Klamath River. We passed the Hoopa Reservation, entered the Klamath National Forest area and started looking for a campsite. We went down a little river access dirt road and while we didn't wind a suitable camping place there we did enjoy a nice break from the drive and a close up view of the mighty Klamath river.
The Klamath River
After driving north a bit further we took a dirt road that took us away from the Klamath, following a small side creek. There, just as we were wondering how much further to go before turning back, a small bear came running down the path and disappeared in the forest. Excited, we kept driving along the dirt road, and then we found a sweet little nook right by the creek where we stayed for the night.
On the following morning we packed ourselves out and drove to Somes Bar where we turned to follow the Salmon River. Not having planned this in great detail I had in mind to hike the Woolly Creek trail that I saw on my map.
We found the trailhead, where we were welcomed by the wonderful sight of a madrone tree in full bloom.
Pacific Madrone, Arbutus menziesii
And we weren't the only creatures interested in that madrone ...
A few years ago, while hiking at the Trinity Alps, we had the chance to hike a bit along the South Fork Salmon River. Now we were by the bottom of this river, at the place where it joins the Klamath. Woolly Creek is one of the Salmon River tributaries. The trail climbs up right away and then settles along Woolly Creek and leads out into the wilderness toward Marble Mountain.

At the bottom of the trail we were hiking through a forest of oak and madrone trees. As remote as this place os, still we were not alone - a sole backpacker with her dog were sharing the trail with us for some time. She was going to spend the night up in the higher elevation and was concerned about the chill forecasted for that night. Sharing the tent with her dog seemed like a great solution to me, but we too were planning to camp that night - we would need to open the spare sacks, I thought to myself.

Here we were, quite far from the Bay Area, hiking in a region of California we had never explored before. As one might expect, the vegetation was different and the forest hd a very different feel to it (no sign of any redwood). Still, the forest was of oaks and madrone, and a lot of the poison oak growing at the forest floor and hanging off the trees, a powerful reminder that we were still in the coastal region of California.
We walked slowly, and as slow as the sole backpacker and her dog were, eventually they passed us and disappeared from our sight.
The space between the trees got wider the higher we hiked and the exposed earth was scree of little sharp rocks. Little bloom was in these spaces, but what did bloom was gorgeous. Tiny monkey flowers dotted the scree, standing in contrast to the reddish stone.

I recognized one of the species right away - I was familiar with the Kellogg's monkey flower from previous hikes. The other one I was not familiar with. I identified it lated from the photos - it was  the chickpea monkey flower, which is found primarily in that area of California. It makes a pretty companion to the Kellogg's monkey flower species.
Chickpea Monkeyflower (Mimulus alsinoides), and Kellogg's Monkeyflower, (Mimulus kelloggii)

Higher up the trees no longer shaded us, and more wildflowers decorated the sunlit open spaces. Many of them I was already quite familiar with, but happy to see nonetheless.
Blue Dicks, Dichelostemma capitatum
With no trees obstructing the view we could see the Salmon River, all the way down below. As I approached the cliff edge my younger chika got anxious so I backed up a little and included some rock in the photo. It's good to have a cautious offspring.
Bridge over the salmon River
While I was looking down, Pappa Quail was looking up. A dot in the sky turned out to be a Peregrine Flacon, and my elder chika immediately regretted her decision to live her camera behind.
Peregrine Falcon

After a short break we moved on. We had no thought of how far we'd go down the trail (and it was down at that point. Ever so slightly down). The idea was that we'd go as far as we felt like and that time allowed, then turn around. Now that the trail leveled Pappa Quail and the chikas moved ahead quickly, but I ket on going slow, taking notice of the wildflowers along the path.
 Western Buttercup, Ranunculus occidentalis
It was then that I saw the prize finding of this hike - a hairy mariposa lily! I knew they grew there because I've seen photos of them posted online but it was my first time seeing this magnificent species and I stood there, taking photo after photo, from every possible angle. I was so focused on the flower that I barely heard my family calling me from far away. When I finally paid attention to them I realized that they were calling me to come to where they stood because thy found a special flower for me to see. It was, of course, another mariposa lily of the same species, and we all got to be excited together. We saw many more of them later on along the trail. I saw them again in several other places this spring, but my excitement never wore off.
Hairy Star Tulip, Calochortus tolmiei
Nor do I ever get bored of seeing lizards along the trail. My photos of it didn't come out nice so below is Pappa Quail's capture.
After some distance and a turn northward we were once again walking under trees, in a forest very much like that we had started on, except with less poison oak to worry about.

What was plentiful there were delicate redbud bushes in full bloom.
Western Redbud, Cercis occidentalis 
By early April all of the houndstongue in the Bay Area were done blooming. Up in Klamath land they were still on, but already past their prime as well. Their  round, hairy fruits looking like little jewels on the maturing plants.
Houndstongue, Cynoglossum grande 
More evidence for the oncoming summer I saw in the dried out snow plants. This species is a really early spring one, which pops out of the ground as soon as the snow cover recedes, and it is absolutely gorgeous at its peak bloom. The snow plants I've seen along the Woolly Creek trail were already dried up and shriveled. I cannot tell whether they were from earlier this spring or perhaps relics from the previous year.
Last year's Snow Plant, Sarcodes sanguinea 
In that area there bloomed more wildflowers that were new to me. Some I had to really try hard to get a decent photo of.
Small-flowered Tonella, Tonella tenella 
Another flower I didn't quite expect to see late in spring was the shootingstar. There weren't many of them there but those i've seen seemed to be anther peak bloom.
Sierra Shooting Star, Primula jeffreyi  
We were under the forest canopy again and walking along the east-facing slope of Woolly Creek. The rocks were covered with moss at various stages of drying out. Rock-loving wildflowers were blooming in every crack and crevice between the rocks.
Wood Saxifrage, Saxifraga mertensiana 
I was particularly happy to see the fawn lily in bloom. And there were plenty of them, all over the place. Too often I come to their land at the wrong timing, seeing only leaves or the fruit. This time we were there at their peak.
Lemon-colored Fawn Lily, Erythonium citrinum
The moss itself was pretty to look at. Little sporophytes sticking out of the green gametophyte mat of the moss, carrying the next generation of spores in the little purses, getting ready to take flight on the wind.
At some point the chikas started wondering aloud when we will be going back and Pappa Quail voiced his concern over the time it takes us to find a suitable campground and build a camp. He wanted to find a place when there's still enough daylight to do it all at a comfortable pace. We agreed to go on for half an hour more and then turn about.
Light through new spring leaves 
I was happy t turn where we eventually did. Although I could feel the call of the mountains ahead we had no time to get much closer to the peaks. It'll have to wait for another trip.

Also, we had no plans to continue east along the Salmon River. Perhaps one day I'd have the opportunity to connect the upper and lower parts in one single hike. As it was, we just looked down upon the water below and started going downstream.
Salmon River 
I don't know at what part of the hike did Pappa Quail see the northern flicker. I had missed it.
Northern Flicker
Walking back the same trail we had come up on I had the chance to photograph again some sights that I wasn't sure I got right the first time around. And also those that I had missed somehow while going up.
Indian Paintbrush, Castilleja sp. 
We passed again the places we has come through on the way up. We even took our breaks in the same spots. It was a beautiful day and an easy, well cleared trail.

Turning the curve back westward I got a clear view of the scree slope going all the way down to the river. My mind already imagined a sled going down that one but my chika got anxious and hurried along back into the woods.

The last part of the hike we walked quickly, going downhill without stop. This time the elder chika was in the lead, eager to get to the trailhead facilities and I hurried after her, snapping shots here and there as I walked.
Fern growing on a tree trunk
When I reached the trailhead the elder chika was already beyond my sight. I moved out into the open and turned to see Pappa Quail exiting the woods with the younger chika in tow.

We convened at the car and started down the Salmon River and back up the Klamath. The chikas were hungry so we stopped for a picnic at the nearest river access and stayed there for a good long hour before moving on.
Klamath River
On our first day in the Klamath region we hiked a beautiful trail. This trail continues on deep into the wilderness. I had added it to my wish list to explore that country further at a future time.