Saturday was a work day for the San Gabriel Mountains Trailbuilders yet
since it was scheduled to rain and snow we decided we would avoid working
in the freezing mud and instead hike up along Bear Creek trail up to the
Smith Mountain saddle. From there we would hike down for another mile or
so into the designated wilderness area to survey the condition of the trail
and to check on the condition of the big metal tool box that had been left
up there since about 2001 -- before the Curve Fire and Williams Fire had
swept through the area.
Bear Creek Trail (Highway trailhead) -- North 34 degrees, 17.249 by West
117 degrees, 50.565 at 3273 feet.
Ben, Bron, Jennet, Mike, Tom, Aaron, and myself hazarded the rain and snow
after Mike checked in with Angeles Dispatch on the radio first in the event
we all disappeared for some reason (land slides are possible even when it's
not raining though I supposed it would be pointless to try to locate our
unsightly remains if that ever happened.)
Mike brought the Forest radio, Global Positioning Satellite receiver,
digital camera, FAX machine, microwave oven, and who knows what all else.
(Mike was assimilated by the Borg decades ago.) I left all of my electronics
behind since I didn't want them getting wet.
We found that one of the radios was in some strange configuration or possibly
broken so it had to be left behind.
The hike up was done with only a little bit of rain and we got a good look at
the trail work that the contractor had put in. The contractor crews (Marvin
and his crew who were in the area for about ten months) installed numerous
retaining walls along the 3 miles or so up to the saddle, even installing
nice wood-and-metal walls in places where they weren't maybe exactly needed
while widening the foot trail in some places to about six feet -- suitable
for people to pitch their tents on the trail if they wanted to!
The work Marvin and his crews did looks great! There are berms along much
of the trail that will need to be knocked off by volunteers, and Mike noted
the start of some water-related gullies already beginning in areas where
the berms needs to be graded off of the trail. The retaining walls will last
for decades, though, and they look like good work.
From the saddle we hiked down hill over the hump and into the wilderness
area to where the metal box was.
Smith Mountain Saddle at the crest of Bear Creek Trail -- North 34
degrees, 17.180 by West 117 degrees, 51.726 at 4296 feet.
Since we had different speeds of hikers and different chores to do along
the way, we broke up into three groups with myself, Mike, and Aaron catching
up to and passing Bron who had left the parking lot ahead of us. Since we had
to clear fallen trees along the way, eventually Tom and I were all that was
left of the forward team that reached the tool box for the first ten minutes
or so with the rest of the Trailbuilders cutting up and moving downed trees
at various points along the trail above us.
The tool box is about six feet long, three feet deep, and about three feet
wide. We got to pound the locks with pliers for awhile before they would
open (there were four good strong locks) and then we got to reposition the
chains that held the box to a burned out tree so that we could drag the box
from the teetering edge of the ravine and back up to the trail without
dropping it down onto the canyon floor some 200 feet or so below.
Mike and Bron arrived (the muscle of the team) and I (the brains) stood
on the burned out trees to shove while the rest pulled and then I unlocked
the chain from the tree and they dragged it the rest of the way up the lip
of the ravine and back on to firm ground. Safe after six years of hanging
over a sheer drop over a cliff!
We found a few tools in the box. Some of the plastic handles on the tools
that were left inside had melted during the Curve Fire, and since the box
wasn't entirely water tight, some tools -- like the two small folding hand
saws -- were rusted into trash. The box itself was in surprisingly good
shape though its back that had been pressed up to the burning trees was
burned black.
The tools were inventoried while Mike kept a tally on his notepad of paper,
making note of the general condition of the tools and what could be cleaned
up and what had to be thrown into the trash.
Mike, Tom, Bron, Aaron, and myself carried the individual tools and other
materials from the box up the trail a short distance to a moderately wide
spot where it is hoped that horses might be able to turn around in, then
the rest of us got to supervise and offer helpful opinions while Mike and
Bron lugged the heavy box up the trail to join the tools -- while Aaron and
I kicked wet and slippery oak leaves off the trail in a vain attempt to
reduce the slipping hazard.
Lunch was had at the newly relocated tool box. Mike got to use one of the
burned up lopper tools to open his can of sardines and to slice his bread;
I had jalapeno bread and water -- Aaron had carted all of my water up for
me in his back pack, leaving my hands free for the whole hike up! (Thanks,
Aaron!)
Along the hike back up to the saddle we came across Ben and Jennet who were
examining a large water sluice that bisects the trail. The canyon that
crosses the trail is wide and looks like it carries a lot of water when it
rains though the trail itself at that point looked to be able to survive
the heavy rains that cross it.
On the remaining hike back up to the saddle it started to rain more heavily
but we all had fairly good clothes for it. By the time Ben, Jennet, Mike,
Aaron, and I had reached the saddle, it was rain mixed with sleet -- which
seemed like a good reason to pause for a photograph or two. Ben had
suggested we "record our misery" but everyone was actually
enjoying the cold rain.
Aaron told Ben that now he knew why the San Gabriel Mountains Trailbuilders
so rarely gets rained out. Ben suggested we stand around and watch my
bottle of water freeze in the blowing sleet but three of us -- Mike, Aaron,
and I -- decided we wouldn't wait and headed back down the trail toward the
trailhead.
I suppose I could have been warmer since I had left my thermal clothing in
my backpack down at the trailhead. Thing was I didn't expect to need it and
anyway my thermals are not in the best of condition. My thermal pants are
pretty badly ripped up after six or seven years of camping in cold weather
but despite being full of holes, it still helps keep things mostly warm.
My wife had offered me the use of hers but her thermal pants are white with
pink fluffy flowers and one thing I didn't want was to fall down the
mountain, have some paramedic cut my pants off of me, and then comment
over the radio to Dispatch about how this guy he's working on is wearing
ladies underwear. I'd have to regain consciousness long enough to croak out
some unconvincing explanation before passing out again, and in the event of
such an accident I didn't want the added embarrassment.
The hike back down was a cold and somewhat wet one -- it looked to me as
though everyone had dry jackets but our pants had become soaked. My old
cow skin hat gets washed only when it rains, so dirty brown water rolled
off of it while I walked, head down and using my hat to block the cold
blowing rain.
In all it was just a bit more than a nine mile hike through the Angeles
National Forest and everyone had a good time. We got the job done that we
set out to do. We'll have to return with proper hand tools to cut and
remove the remaining burned and fallen trees from the path, and we'll have
to work some of the trail in the designated wilderness area in order to
make the path safe for loaded horses to use.
Eventually the rest of the trail which extends from mile marker number 4
down to Bear Creek and then down to West Fork Road will have to be surveyed
and it's possible that perhaps one or two Trailbuilders crew will be willing
to do an overnight effort to remove any remaining trees from the trail and
to level the worse of the more dangerous parts of the trail on the way down
to West Fork.
When the weather is warmer, the Bear Creek Trail will be a good one for
hikers to use since it's also expected that the locked gate at mile marker
28.76 will be opened and the new gate currently installed at the Bear Creek
trailhead will be closed, allowing people to park their vehicles at the
rebuilt trailhead.
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Clouds move in to the canyons on the hike up
Lots of growth and lots of death in the mountains
You can see Bear Creek Trail winding around the mountains=
More of the trail far off in the cloudy distance
Looking across numerous canyons
Star steps created by the Trailbuilders for Ice House Canyon, I believe
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