Showing posts with label Inyo National Forest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inyo National Forest. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Pushing the Tree Line Once More: Hiking at the Schulman Grove of Ancient Bristlecone Pines

 
 
 
 
Date: May 23, 2026
Place: Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest, Big Pine, California
Coordinates: 37.385676, -118.178785
Length: 1 mile
Level: moderate
 
This summer Pappa Quail and I had plans to go camping at the end of White Mountain Road and hike up to the research station where I saw rosy finches last year. Pappa Quail hasn't seen rosy finches before and he was eager to add a new lifer to his bird list. We had planned to go there early in July but because of a change of plans due to a family situation we had to forego this plan. A short time later I realized that we didn't make any plans for Memorial Day weekend, so I suggested going to the White Mountains on that weekend. The mega heat wave that came over California in Match had melted most of the snow pack in the mountains, and on a quick call I made to the Tri-Agency office in Lone Pine I was informed that the White Mountain Road was clear of snow all the way through. 
Matted Brewer's Lupine, Lupinus tegeticulatus
 
 
Pappa Quail agreed to my suggestion and so we left on Friday afternoon on our way east. We crossed the Sierra Nevada and stayed in Minden, NV at night. On Saturday morning we headed south on Hwy 395 to Big Pine, then to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest, up on the White Mountains. We stopped at the visitor center of the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest Preserve to eat lunch and to get updated information about the road conditions and also about where we could see wildlife. 
Wax Currant, Ribes cereum
 
At the visitor center we were presented with the information that the road was, in fact, still closed because of snow. We could get only a mile and a half away from the Patriarch Grove, and certainly not all the way to the end of the road, where we had planned to camp for the night.   
Pursh's Wallflower, Erysimum capitatum purshii
 
We decided to drive up to the Patriarch Grove of bristlecone pines anyway, and see what we can find on the way, and perhaps walk the 1.5 miles to the grove. We saw on the way lots of wildflowers, and also a cute deer. 
Mule Deer
 
When we got to the end of the accessible part of the road and saw the snow field we decided to return to the Schulman Grove, which was at a lower altitude, and hike a short loop there. 
Lobeleaf Groundsel, Packera multilobata
 
We didn't see rosy finches, which was a bummer, but we did see other birds. We also turned for short distances on some side roads to explore a little bit.  
Vesper Sparrow
 
Eventually however, we got back to the Schulman Grove. It was already after 4:00 pm and the visitor center was closed. We were welcomed by a local squirrel who eyed us expectantly as we got our things ready for the hike. 
Golden-mantled Ground Squirrel
 
It was already late in the afternoon so we chose the shorter of the loops trails at the Schulman Grove - the Discovery Loop Trail.   
Our hike as captured by my GPS
 
We've hiked the Discovery Loop Trail several times before, on previous visits to the White Mountains, but I never get tired of hiking that trail. I was curious to see what I'd find out this time. 
Discovery Loop Trailhead
 
Pappa Quail started up the hill but I was seeing wildflowers right away, so I took my time in following him.  
Yellow-eyed Popcornflower, flavoculata
 
I caught up with Pappa Quail at the first curve of the trail. A large dead log that used to be a very old bristlecone pine was lying at the curve and the thin trail circled it, showing that people went around the log, with children likely climbing on it.  
 
Pappa Quail didn't stop there to wait for me. He was busy looking at a bird that perched on a lower branch of a living bristlecone pine just off the trail. It was a pretty mountain bluebird.  
Mountain Bluebird, male
  
 The centerpiece of the White Mountains has always been for me the ancient bristlecone pine trees. The were the first reason we started exploring the White Mountains to begin with. In time we explored other aspects of these mountains and for me that culminated in summiting the White Mountain Peak last year. Still however, those fascinating bristlecone pines are the height of my interest whenever I visit the White Mountains.    
Great Basin Bristlecone Pine, Pinus longaeva
 
Naturally, I looked for the wildflowers as well. We were there fairly early in the season and I wasn't sure what Id be seeing. One of the first wildflowers I saw was the Shockley's buckwheat. There were many of them around and they were at the peak of their bloom.  
Shockley's Buckwheat, Eriogonum shockleyi
 
The clouds were thick overhead. Although there were some gaps in the cloud cover, the light where we were was dim. It felt much later than it actually was.  
Discovery Loop Trail
 
The yellow aster-family wildflowers added some bright color, shining with blossoms along the trail. Nearly all the non-tree plants in that area, both annual and perennial shrubs are very low and flat to the ground.  
Stemless Mock Goldenweed, Stenotus acaulis
 
The harsh high mountain conditions and the short growth season don't leave plants much time and energy to bulk up. Remaining small also protects them from the high mountain winds. 
King Bladderpod, Physaria kingii
 
The bristlecone pine forest is not a very thick forest. Only occasionally do their canopies intertwine or even touch. In lower altitude forests where the sunshine can flow between the trees the forest floor would be reach with vegetation. Here the forest understory was also very sparse.  
Bristlecone Pine Forest
 
Many of the plants that did grow below the bristlecone pines were perennial plants: quickly budding out when the snow melts and the weather warms up, and quickly shifts phase to reproduction. 
Prairie Junegrass, Koeleria macrantha
  
Just about all the wildflowers that I saw at this altitude and higher were perennial plants. Having an already established body helps getting the flowers out earlier in the season. 
Dwarf Phlox, Phlox condensata
  
Other than an occasional bird or squirrel, we didn't see much wildlife on the hike. On previous visits to the Schulman Grove I've seen many insects but the cold and cloudy weather must have decreased the insect activity at the time. I did see one black beetle though, slowly moving on the grayish earth. 
 Black Beetle, Eleodes nigirina 
  
Another curved of the trail brought us to a place where we had a nice view westward, to the still snow-capped Sierra Nevada mountains. I chose an enlarged image from that view point to head this blog post. 
 
The wind was slowly picking up, although it wasn't a bother yet. We kept moving slowly up the trail, Pappa Quail looking for birds and me looking for wildflowers.   
Cooper's Rubberweed, Hymenoxys cooperi

Going up a flight of stairs, we followed the trail up into a stand of very old bristlecone pines, the rugged, weathered forest elders. 
 
 I close up inspection of the old tree's trunk shows the exposed dead wood of the tree, streaked with lines of color, the color of the weathered wood. The bark, which is the living part of the tree, covers only part of the trunk.  
 
An old, or ancient, bristlecone pine is a mixture of the dead and the living, the wood and the bark, which supports the green needle-bearing branches, connecting them to the roots.   
Great Basin Bristlecone Pine, Pinus longaeva

Not all the trees in the forest are like that, of course. In fact, most of the bristlecone pine trees appear fully green, healthy and robust. It is the ancient, weathered trees however, that give this species its magical uniqueness.   
Great Basin Bristlecone Pine, Pinus longaeva
 
We got higher above the road and the trail curved out of the main forest area and into the open. The open area was covered with low, silvery shrubs separated by mosaic-like flat stones of reddish-pink colors. 
 
Below the shrubs and between the mosaic stones were more wildflowers, of species different than what I've seen within the forest. 
Nuttall's Linanthus, Leptosiphon nuttallii
 
The plants blooming in the open area were also bigger than those I'm seen blooming below the bristlecone pine trees.   
Freckled Milkvetch, Astragalus lentiginosus
 
From a distance, the treeless areas looked bare. Up close however, it was clear that there was plenty of vegetation covering those seemingly barren slopes.  
Fernbush, Chamaebtiaria millefolium
 
The open area at the edge of the forest still had little forest "islands", tiny stands of pines, some dead ones that are still standing.    
 
The standing dead old bristlecone pines are subjects to many dramatic photos and paintings. I made sure to create a little collection of my own.   
 
We descended slowly down the switchbacks. Below the White Mountains Road seemed to separate the Schulman Grove from the bare eastern-facing slope. No cars were on the road. I wondered if we were the last people there.
White Mountains Road
 
Pappa Quail was a good distance ahead of me. He wasn't seeing birds out in the open but he could hear them below where the trees were.
Discovery Loop Trail 
 
I was seeing more wildflowers so I lingered behind, making sure that I didn't miss any. The bright red blossom of the paintbrush was easy to spot.  
Wavyleaf Paintbrush, Castilleja applegatei
 
Along side the paintbrush were also lobed-leaf groundsel plants, sporting beautiful, bright yellow blossoms. The groundsel infloresences looked like little bright suns on earth. 
Lobeleaf Groundsel, Packera multilobata
 
When I caught up with Pappa Quail he had found the bird that was active below the trees. It was a little chipping sparrow.  
Chipping Sparrow
 
The sun didn't come out at all during our hike. We could see the bright evening sun rays peeking below the cloud cover on the west. The air was getting colder.  
 
 Below, at the bottom of the slope the trail curved back east again toward the visitor center, and back into the grove of trees.  
Great Basin Bristlecone Pine, Pinus longaeva
  
The visitor center was already closed of course,  but we did see a few people hanging by the parking area. One visitor was aiming her camera at a nearby tree stump. Pappa Quail went over to see what she was looking at and found a squirrel.
Golden-mantled Ground Squirrel
 
There was also a little gray bird in the branches of one larger bristlecone pine. It was a dusky flycatcher and it took flight the moment that Pappa Quail clicked his camera. 
Dusky Flycatcher

Of Pappa Quail's last series of photos I found a really nice close up of a bristlecone branch with mature female cones. The little bristles on the cone scales are what gave this pine its common name: the bristlecone pine. 
Great Basin Bristlecone Pine, Pinus longaeva
 
The species name of this pine is longaeva, representing the long lived, or 'ancient', part of this tree's name. No tree gets to the ancient stage of of live without being young first. Between the old and venerable pines were also much younger trees, the next generation that will carry on the forest's life and longevity. 
Great Basin Bristlecone Pine, Pinus longaeva
 
It was late in the afternoon when we finished the short, but packed with sights Discovery Loop Trail. It looked much later in the evening though, with the dark clouds hanging low and the chill air. We drove down the mountain to the Grandview Campground to settle for the night. 





Monday, August 11, 2025

A Beautiful Finish of a Beautiful Trip: Hiking Down the Kearsarge Pass Trail to Onion Valley

 
 
 
Date: June 23, 2025
Place: John Muir Wilderness, Inyo National Forest, Independence, California 
Coordinates: 36.771848, -118.365168
Length: 3.7 miles 
Level: strenuous
 
 
 
The forth and last night of my June 2025 backpacking trip in the High Sierra wasn't all that great. There was nothing bothering my on the outside, but inside my brain kept me awake with everything I wanted to have a break from when I entered the wilderness five days ago, in the shape of worries and random thoughts. After a long time of tossing and turning I finally fell into a fitful sleep for a few of hours from which I emerged at first light, instantly wide awake. 
Dawn

I gave up on trying to get more sleep and went outside into the early morning chill. The first thing I did was to walk to the water and take a look at my surroundings, something that I didn't do last evening when I arrived at this place. The little body near the campsite was part pond part creek and it was so calm that the reflection off its surface was like the perfect mirror. Only at the closest distance I could see that this water was actually flowing, very softly and gently, below the surface. This little creek was part of the headwaters of Independence Creek along which I'd make my way down today. 
Dawn Reflection

I made myself some tea and breakfast and ate slowly, watching the line of daylight descending down the slope. When the line eventually reached me I turned around in time to see the sun rising from behind the ridge line. 
Sunrise over my campsite

Once the sin was out the temperatures started rising quickly. I broke camp and packed my gear. Meanwhile a solitary nutcracker was moving down on the ground nearby, searching for food below the mat of dry needles.  
Clark's Nutcracker

Today's hike was expected to be an easy one: short of four miles and all of it downhill. 
My hike as captured by my GPS

The trail was a good one, without expected obstacles or unusual challenges. Even taking it slowly, I expected to be at the Onion Valley parking area before noon. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

A gorgeous, emerald-colored lake became visible after few curves down the trail. It was far below where I was at the time, which meant a steep descend was coming up. 
Flower Lake

About 500 ft lower I was level with the lake. There wasn't any trail leading to it and it didn't look like there was a good sitting place by the shore. Besides, I was still too energetic to have a break so early on my hike so I moved on. 
Flower Lake

Independence Creek was hidden in the woods for most of my hike along its path, but when I did get a glimpse I could see that it grew into quite a lively water flow sporting a fast, whitewater current.  
Independence Creek

My luck with rodents didn't change for the better on my last day of this backpacking trip. There were chipmunks and squirrels all over the place but none of them cooperated with my camera. The best I could do was a golden-mantled ground squirrel on a far away rock. 
Golden-mantle Ground Squirrel

As the morning progressed I was getting hotter and soon started sweating. I realized that I was wearing my base layers still. There were already numerous backpackers and day hikers that were going up the trail so I started looking for a place where I could discretely remove this extra layer. I came upon Gilbert Lake which was easily accessible from the trail, and slipped behind a large boulder that blocked me from the trail. I liked the location a lot so I stayed there for a little bit longer after changing.
Gilbert Lake

The trail descended on a fairly mild slope for some distance past Gilbert Lake. Then, all of a sudden, I was standing at the top of a great drop, and the terrain the trail cut through was scree. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

I braced myself for a very slow and painful descend. Thankfully though, the scree field wasn't too large and soon the trail was back on stable ground where the rocks were safely embedded in real soil. 
Alpine Shootingstar, Primula tetrandra

A small section of the trail was very damp, even flooded in places. As expected, riparian, wetland plants were thriving in that place. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

I didn't think I'd see any more new wildflowers on this trip but there they were - tiny, white Macloskie's violet. I've seen them only few times before, the last time being  last year at Ridge Lakes, in Lassen Volcanic National Park.  
Macloskie's Violet, Viola macloskeyi

The western Labrador tea however, is a very common riparian bush in California's mountains, and I wasn't surprised at all to see it blooming there too. 
Western Labrador Tea, Rhododendron columbianum

At a bit higher than 9000 ft, there was a nice mixture of conifer species, including the whiteback pine. This pine was just beginning its bloom season at the time, its pollen still held within the young, and very red male cones. 
Whitebark Pine, Pinus albicaulis

I followed the trail down the very steep slope on a long series of tight switchbacks. The twists and turns of the trail allowed me viewpoints in all directions.  
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

ON one of these switchback turns a beautiful cascading waterfall came into view and remained there with each switchback turn in that direction for a long part of my way down.
Independence Creek

The switchbacks seemed to be endless. I could see now the Onion Valley Road and make out the area where the campground was. There was a lot of descending to do still. 

The seemingly endless way down was littered with beautiful wildflowers so I didn't mind it at all. I did think that at some point I should probably have a snack break, but I wasn't ready to stop just yet. 
Wavyleaf Paintbrush, Castilleja applegatei

Quite a lot of people were climbing up the trail now, and each time we approached each other, one of us would politely step aside (assuming that there was a place to step to) and motion the other to go on. Sometime both of us would do it at the same time, then smile. When that happened it was usually me who would resume hiking first - the uphill hikers liked taking a short breather. 
Prickly Hawkweed, Hieracium horridum

About half of the uphill hikers were backpackers that were either resuming their long trail hike after a resupply break, or that like me, they were going on a shorter trip. The others were day hikers. They were carrying a small day pack and looked fresh and energetic, even those who were children. Some of them were carrying long fishing poles and I assumed that they'd stop at one of the lakes I had left behind and won't be going over the pass.
Spreading Phlox, Phlox diffusa

Down and down and down I went. The descend reminded me a bit of the way down from Mount Whitney which I summited back in 2022. Thank goodness, this was much shorter, and my physical condition was much better than it was them. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

A little bird flew across my path and settled atop a chinquapin bush near the trail. It was a fox sparrow, one of many I've seen on my trip, most of them on the eastern slopes of the mountains. 
Fox Sparrow

There were more wildflowers that I didn't recognize down the trail. Some I had to wait until I got home and analyzed the photos to identify their species. 
Sierra Mousetail, Ivesia santolinoides

The scenery was changing around me as I dropped in elevation. For one thing, there were no more of the foxtail or whitebark pines around. The trees near the trail were taller species of pines, probably Lodgepole, and might be others that I didn't identify.
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

The big drop with the long series of switchbacks ended with a longer, much milder stretch of trail, which was a very welcomed ease for my joints. I was now almost level with the pool at the bottom of the waterfall that I saw from above. The water body below the waterfall was labeled on the map as Little Pothole Lake. I didn't get a good view of the entire thing but to me it looked mire like a waterhole than an actual lake.
Little Pothole Lake

Then I saw off to the right another beautiful cascade, one that was hidden from my view when I was descending down the switchbacks. It too was pooling into Little Pothole Lake. 

I was ready to have some food now so I was keeping my eyes out for a nice place to take a short break. Knowing this is my last day here I didn't want to sit just by the trail. 
Nuttall's Sandwort, Sabulina nuttallii

The trail stretched ahead before and below me. There was still a lot of altitude to lose before reaching the parking area where my car waited. I couldn't see and particularly special place to stop at though. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

Then the trail got close to Independence Creek again and curved right at the top of another cascading waterfall - the one I saw from Onion Valley Campground at the eve of this trip. It was the perfect place to take my break, and I could also refill my water bottle there. 
Independence Creek

Just as I finished my snack break a group of backpackers on their way uphill came to look at the cascading creek. I suggested taking a group photo of them by the water and they accepted my offer happily. I was impressed at how energetic they looked - they were at the very beginning of their trip. 
Independence Creek

From that point onward there weren't any serious switchbacks anymore. The slope was much milder now, and the turns much wider as well. Ahead of me I saw a large patch of white-blooming bushes. I recognized them even without the smell - these were Ceanothus bushes. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

The Ceanothus sweet fragrance was quite intense. I didn't need to inhale deeply to have it enter all of my pores. 
Mountain Whitethorn, Ceanothus cordulatus

I don't remember when it occurred to me that I haven't seen a single onion in Onion Valley. Then, on the side of the trail I saw the only plant that looked like it might be an onion of some sort. It wasn't blooming though, and I didn't identify it. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

Well below the Alpine zone now, I was seeing the familiar desert plants of the Eastern Sierra now all around. Most of these plants I saw already on the first day of my trip near the Baxter Pass Trailhead. 
Naked Buckwheat, Eriogonum nudum 

Then all of a sudden I was once again walking through a different habitat: a side tributary flowed across the trail, irrigating a lovely meadow of grasses and rushes, and many wetland wildflowers. 
Elephant's-Head Lousewort, Pedicularis groenlandica

Among these wetland wildflowers was the first (and last) orchid that I saw on this trip - a white bog orchid.. 
White Bog Orchid, Platanthera dilatata

A few mule-ears plants were blooming at the outskirts of the meadow. Mule-ears are not considered wetland plants, but these looked very happy and healthy, growing close to the water.  
Mule Ears, Wyethia sp. 

There were also lots of cornily plants, none of which were blooming at the time. Among the cornlilies however, bloomed the familiar crimson columbine. 
Crimson Columbine, Aquilegia formosa

Right over the water bobbed the blossom heads of the American bistort, a common mountain wetland plant. 
American Bistort, Bistorta bistortoides

The trail curved again and I was facing west, taking a long, goodbye look at the mountains I was descending from. It isn't likely I'll be there again this year but perhaps next summer? Who knows. I sure would like to go exploring the Kearsarge area again. 
View West

I was getting close to the end of the trail now. In a direct line it wasn't more than half a mile away. The trail however, didn't cut directly downhill but took a wide curve to the north. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

The curve of the trail had me facing north, where I got to admire those mountain ridges and what looked like a deep gorge in between them. Within that gorge were the Golden Trout Lakes, a relatively short hike from the trailhead.

It was at this part of the trip where I saw the largest number of mountain pride penstemons in bloom. I associate these mostly with Yosemite National Park but they are common throughout the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. 
Mountain Pride, Penstemon newberryi

An elegant wooden sign of Inyo National Forest announced the boundary of John Muir Wilderness which I was now leaving. I felt a pang of remorse for leaving when I knew I had another day and a half before driving home. That time however, I meant to use well - I was planning to summit the White Mountain Peak. 
A funny looking rock

I felt a bit hungry again but I didn't stop. As much as I longed to stay longer in the wilderness, I was also eager to get me some real food in the town below. I yearned especially for fresh produce. 
Kearsarge Pass Trail, east

I passed the trail junction to the Golden Trout Lakes. Perhaps on my next visit in the area I would go hike to those lakes. 
Curlleaf Mountain Mahogany, Cercocarpus ledifolius

The trail curved again to the south and now I was seeing trees that were not conifers for a change - quaking aspens are also high altitude trees. They also love water, and are common near creeks and lakes. 
Pando of Quaking Aspen, Populus tremuloides

The parking area of Onion Valley was within my view now, and I was glad to see my vehicle waiting for me there. I assumed it would be very hot inside. 
Onion Valley

The last bit of trail I literally galloped, my backpack bouncing on my shoulders. I had to weave my way between the hikers that chose mid-day to start their ascend up the mountain. There were also tired looking backpackers that had just descended and reached the trail end before me.
Buckwheat, Eriogonum sp. 

I reached the trail end and regarded the trailhead sign for a minute, then went to my car. As I opened the trunk and took off my load a couple of weary-looking backpackers approached me and asked if I could give them a ride down to the town. It wasn't a trouble for me so I agreed and made room for them and their gear in my car. We chatted on the way down and I found out that they were Swiss. I asked, but they didn't know who were the three other Swiss backpackers that I met near Rae Lakes two days before, who gave me the micro spikes I used on Glen Pass. I found it interesting that five of the backpackers I've had the longest interaction with on this trip were Swiss. Now I have a desire to go on a backpacking trip in the Swiss Alps. Perhaps that too will happen one day. 
I went on this backpacking trip officially to acclimate myself to the high altitude so I could have an easier time summiting the White Mountain Peak, which is a 14ner, but really, I do not need any excuses why to go backpacking in the mountains - this trip was great even without serving any other purpose. It started with a tough challenge but all and all it was a very good experience, and a heavenly beautiful place. I'd do it again without hesitation.