The Jefferson pass trail is a bit strange, it really goes
nowhere and it leads people to believe that it is the number one climbing route
up Mount Washington. But it is actually
the number 4 climbing route, a climb that requires ropes and skills. What was the point of this trail? I think the point was the little lake on the
other side of the ridge. My topo map
shows that the trail used to head down the ridge.
I’ve been wanting to try to reach this lake for a while and
finally this week I found a couple of hikers who were masochist enough to join
me.
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| Duct tape pack repair at trail head |
We met at the Cushman grocery store and took off in two
cars. Since we all drive old beaters we
thought it would be best to take two cars in case one broke down. There were
some car issues on the way to the trail, but both cars made it all the way up. We followed a Forest Service truck until we
turned off towards Mount Washington. The
Forest Service truck continued on up towards the Upper Ellinor trailhead. Good thing, since one of us has expired tabs and it wasn't me.
About ¼ of a mile into the hike I found a wonderful
mushroom. About a tenth of a mile later
I found two wonderful mushrooms but I was only able to pick one of them. Just as we were admiring the mushrooms a swarm
of angry yellow jackets rose up out of the ground and chased us all up the
hill. We put a big "X" made of sticks near the the spot where we got swamred so we could avoid that spot on the way back at the end of our hike.
Note that we all ran up the trail, not back towards the
car. We were there to hike! Phil got stung 4 times, Marcus got stung once. Over the next 1/4 of a mile had to
pull three yellow jackets off of Patches and I don’t know how many times she
got stung. Patches does not yelp when
she is stung, she just shakes her head.
I lucked out and did not get stung at all.
We made our way up the trail and in no time at all were were on top top of the ridge in the spot whre the off trail hike was to begin. We found that
there were ribbons and beer cans marking the off trail route. Marcus did not like the flags, but I did. Downward we brush crashed into the devils
club, salmon berry, slide alders and yellow jacket nests.
The beer cans and ribbons soon ended. I guess the hikers (anglers?) who went before us turned back when they ran out of beer.
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Ribbons and beer cans show the way for 1/4th of a mile and then they stop.
I guess who ever went before us ran out of beer and gave up. |
Phil was right behind me on a slippery slope when he yelled
“ bees run!” Well I could not really run
because of the slope but we got away.
This time Phil was stung on the hand right through his high impact
gloves. Again I avoided being stung.
A bit later we found another yellow jacket nest and all had
to run again, but this time we all managed to avoid being stung.
The route was difficult with head high devils club mixed in
with sideways slide alder (A. viridis) and rotten logs.
What a fight it was to get down to the lake! At first we stayed in drainage because we knew it would be free of yellow jacket nests but it was tough going, later we
went up into the woods and make much better time.
Slide alder is a "A thicket-forming shrub, 10-15 ft. tall, with short, nearly horizontal
branches forming a narrow crown." As you can imagine from the description, it is not easy to travel through slide alder!
Finally we found the lake; it was a little big bigger than I
expected it to be. We ate lunch in the
gully created by the currently dry outlet stream. At lunch time Phil amazed us with his blow
torch / backpacking stove. LOL! I found I had forgotten to pack stove fuel,
so I made my tea over Phil’s stove. I
needed a hot tea as my pants were soaking wet from the brush crashing.
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| Our first peek at the lake |
We found no sign of this lake having been visited in the past. No fishing line, no toilet paper, no fishing bobbers, no beer cans. There must not be any fish in this lake.
After lunch we tried to take a higher route to get back up
to the trail, but eventually we ended up in the slide alder and devils club hell all
over again. At least we were going uphill
so the danger of falling was less, but it was very hard work.
At one point not far from the Lake Marcus got well ahead of us and found
yet another yellow jacket nest. Marcus ran
away without getting stung thanks to his gaiters. I called Patches back, Phil and I swung
around the far side of a boulder on the slope and thus managed to make a wide
berth around the yellow jacket nest. Marcus said the wasps were swarming all around his gaitors.
Upward we went until we found the trail, I got very tired
and I pulled the muscles in both of my shoulders twice, but I managed to stay
on my feet for the entire trip. I had to take a break near the top as my legs were getting wobbly. When we
finally found the trail again we were relieved to be out of the brush and we felt
victorious as we had bagged the lake and successfully negotiated a difficult
traverse through the brush and killer bees.
We paused for a moment at the little campsite on top of the
ridge before we headed down the trail.
When we
reached the “X” we left the trail and went down the VERY steep slope to the
next switchback. I really wanted to go back for that mushroom but by then I was tired and Phil's knee was hurting and none of us wanted to mess with yellow jackets again.
We made it back to our cars at about 5pm. On the drive home pouring rain began to fall, and the dirt road started to turn into a river. Whew.. we made it off the trail just in time to avoid being soaked.
What an adventure this was!
The morning after my entire body is stiff and sore and my arms and hands are covered with scratches from the
devils club and the salmon berries.. We
all agreed that if we go to this lake again we will take the shorter route from
the road near Jefferson Lake.
Phil's knee began to hurt on the way down, he carried a 30 pound pack. Marcus had a 10 pound pack. My pack was also about 10 pounds and I had 5 pounds of camera. We hope to encourage Phil to lighten up his load to save his knees.
3.5 miles with 1,750 feet total elevation gain, on this up
and down route.
This trail is too short, so I rarely hike it. I'm not even sure what the point of this trail is. Maybe it was to go over the pass and then that part was abandoned? I've dropped down to the little lake on the other side and it was hellish. A member of the local trail crew told me they tried to keep the way to the lake open but could not.
