We headed to the eastern edge of the Talkeetnas this last Friday. North of the Eureka Roadhouse. Originally three of use were headed in to camp. Myself in my fairly mild but very experienced '97, Paul in the not so mild '94 that he has been building since he bought it from me (stock) a couple of years ago, and Steve (I don't remember his screen name but he is a mudder too) in his "Iceland style" '95. Unfortunately, when we all met up and I handed out the surprise bags of fresh Jason's Doughnuts to the others, Steve had an odd clicking sound that was making him uncomfortable so he headed home. Good thing it turned out. The clicking *apparently* was a rear wheel shifting due to failed wheel studs and the last one broke as he was jacking the rig up in his driveway! Maybe next time Steve.
We had a very easy run from the trailhead to our campsite at the mouth of a small canyon about 36 miles in. Weather was pretty darn good, and improving. We made the choice to head out this way in the Cruisers because of weather. My original plan had been a four day, 39 mile hike on Curry Ridge, over closer to Denali. But the forecast there was telling me to expect heavy rain and solid overcast for all four days. Not my idea of fun. Since we have not been out to the Eureka Highlands yet this summer, it seemed to be the obvious answer. Especially since (as usual) the Talkeetna Mountains were gonna be screening out all the nasty weather coming in from the southwest.
Once we pitched camp I had a moment of slight sadness. When I first stumbled across this spot about 30 years ago, the trail to it was MUCH less traveled, and actually did not even make the last river crossing. There was no track on the ground at all where we pitched camp or for the few hundred feet further around the corner past our camp to the mouth of the canyon. But over the years, some of the people that do make it this far had noticed our tracks and followed them. And other followed theirs... and now there is a beat down trace for anyone to see. It is orders of magnitude less than what would happen anywhere in the '48. But it is still kinda sucks when others find your "secret spot". On the bright side no one is abusing it, Not even out of ignorance, much less lack of concern. (The track on the ground does not indicate as much traffic as you might think at first glance. It does not take much to beat down the thin vegetation that pushes up and survives in the hard river rock of the routinely flooded creek bottom).
In the morning we had a relaxed breakfast and let the day warm up some as the sun climbed higher. Beautiful day with just enough cloud to give the sky some personality but not keep the sun off our skin. In Alaska you really enjoy that kind of day. Our only goal for the weekend was to relax and enjoy being where we were. We followed a once forgotten trail that (so far) only a few others have re-discovered about 2000 feet higher up into Gold Creek Pass and then up to the gently rounded higher slopes above it. In the alpine tundra it was just a matter of pointing the Cruiser up the hill once we were up in the pass itself. Once we were up there, the view up the valley we had come out of was totally different than the perspective down low. Of course.
Our camp was down in the creek/river bed that lies at the bottom of this valley, about a half a mile past the extreme left hand sie of this pic. Following the water course it is about 7 miles to the back of this valley as it bends around behind the hills on the left. It has been a few years since I hiked all the way to the top, so if no one else had wanted to come with us for this run, we would have done a quick in and out hike to the high pass at the top of the valley. Maybe pitch a spike camp at the top and come out the next morning. But we figured it would be rude to simply abandon the others in "our camp" to entertain themselves for a day or two, so.... next time I guess.
After enjoying the scenery for up top for the rest of the morning, we headed back down to the bottom and backtracked a bit to a small waterfall we have found that consistently yields some nice pieces of fossilized wood with a little bit of poking around. It is far from hidden, but no one knows about the fossils and it is also about a quarter mile off the track so it is likely that the only people who will ever be poking around there will be people I have shown it too.
Surprisingly we only found a couple of nice pieces and they were just a little larger than we felt like carrying back to to the rigs. It changes all the time as the constant erosion reveals and hides what is there at random. There are three other water falls similar to this one cutting through this ridge within a mile or so. Next time out we will pay new attention to a different one I think.
We spent the evening around the camp fire, laughing at and pampering our dog who had run a hard 8 miles or so and over estimated just how bad ass he was. He was fine, just pretty worn out.
In the morning, *he* thought that he was ready for more, but we made him ride in the rig for the trip out. I thought I might have to argue that with him as he was craning out of the window to watch the small herd of early gather Caribou that crossed our path up in Horsepasture Pass.
There were only a couple hundred of them. Nothing like the herds of several thousand that you can encounter if you hit the timing just right. But it was still fun to sit and watch them meander by, basically ignoring us if they were a bit further away and actually even approaching us with curiosity if they happened to be closer. They are the fastest thing on the tundra and they know it, so they do not need to be very smart or very wary.
An easy run back to the trailhead, a FANTASTIC burger at the Eureka Roadhouse, enough rain heading down the Matanuska River to wash the windows clean and we were back in town fairly early on Sunday evening and (almost) ready to rejoin the world on Monday.
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