We went southwest to drive us home about 300 miles to the base of the border in Trail Creek in Esmeralda County. The last 15 miles are dirt starts winding through beautiful cabins as big houses. This seems strange since we are miles from each city. Yes, the view is fantastic, but the convenience is not included in this package. Then we drove along the creek through wormwood, willow and quaking aspen later and pine nuts. A large pond and rustic campsites appeared rustic pull-offs describe sometimes with riprap homes. We drove a little further to the trailhead and because we were the only walkers, we camped ready for an early start to the night. The hiking book that 8-mile round trip from "serious". I found it average at the beginning and then the last two miles tiring and painful three idle and told my pedometer 9.5 miles when we finished - if you know.
The trail begins with a warning about black bears, which seems surprising for this rough area, but added an eye on our ascent. The trail follows the stream that only a small jump intersection about two and a half-mile with wormwood, willow, Quakers, and a huge gear. I am happy to protect walking shoes, heavy socks and long pants to my feet and legs when we walked through this beautiful and peaceful paradise with only a few bird tweets along the route. We also wore several layers at the beginning of the march was 80 * at 18:30 and the end would be much cooler and I predicted very windy. My eyes looked up to try to determine what our saddles the rise and final step would be the top. Just when I settled on a straight path jog left and a rocky path leads to the front. It is well-marked underscoring occur, but there were some teething marks to indicate to other travelers. Its isolation maintains enough private limits.
After about a half-mile of rock "soft", the path turns right and the ultimate goal of the saddle and the peak profile. The trail is much stronger and many water breaks and snacks are needed, as well as bone and heart rest. We conducted two liters of water, a good recommendation for a brisk walk in hot weather. It is a wild scramble, but the top beckons constantly appear closer to each step and apparently further each rest. Then we hit the snow we knew we were close to our goal and our last steps led us to the top of the saddle with tremendous views of the Sierras far west and Nevada ranges far east. The climb took us three hours.
The wind howled at this point and another hooded jacket and tight stowage bundled me. Drifted snow road marked up, another 1,000 feet. The siren sounded, but the wisdom to avoid potential slip sliding scale. In addition, our dog, a big, strong German Shorthair reported that he had had enough. About that time our sunny day turned into storm clouds and we decided safer to return the head to camp. I was sad not to be on the tippy-top, but he decided that 12,069 would have to serve enough.
ASC is always easier than to come down to me, not of fatigue, but caution and constant muscle tightening is needed to prevent a fall and curling toes I do during slides down. The beginning of the descent is made of granite stone and sand so that each step has also skidded to the fastest trip. At a rest stop, I looked again as the peak is shrouded in black clouds and felt the wind lift the valley upstroke. Within 90 minutes we were back at the creek and another hour we were on the truck, exhausted but happy. We rustled cheese, crackers, peanut butter, jam, bread and more water for our post-hike lunch. The walk turned out to be a great success, even if in the last stages of the cruising altitude of a flash of "Crazy!" had cut off the head, if we return to Route 6 leads already planning next exit.
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