The Black Hills….. Mt Rushmore

We arrived for our two night stay at a lovely little campground (Grizzly Greek Primitive) in the Black Hill National Forest after a long (~8 hour) drive from Colorado Springs. It was sprinkling when we arrived but stopped soon after and the campground had a lovely stone picnic structure that looks like it was built by the WPA.

Rain shelter …. and cocktails!
Our home at Grizzly Creek Primitive CG

Recreation.gov classifies this campground as “primitive” but it had everything we wanted (pit toilets and water).

We spent the next morning in the land of big heads, first visiting Mt Rushmore. We arrived before 7:00 and for the first hour saw very few people. By 9:00 AM it was starting to get a bit peopley.

Some REALLY big heads…. explains why Trump want to join (replace?) them.
A little head and some big heads.
George, in profile.

It took the Gutzon Bordlum 14 years to reshape Mt Rushmore and I have to say it is pretty impressive. Unfortunately, unlike Cary Grant in “North by Northwest”, you can’t climb on George Washington’s nose. Or even Lincoln’s.

And, to keep things balanced, we also visited the (very unfinished) Crazy Horse Memorial a few miles from Mt Rushmore.

The very ambitious Crazy Horse Memorial
They have a long way to go!

The Black Hills (named that because, from a distance, the Ponderosa Pines make the hills look dark) are lovely with lakes and hiking trails (and mountains with very big heads).  We did a couple of trails ending up briefly on the 110 mile Centennial Trail (traverses pretty much the entire Black Hills National Park from north to south).

Pretty streak on a hike.
Rocks and trees in the Black Hills.
Typical view in the Black Hills.

So, after two nights in the Black Hills, we head northeast to The Badlands. The Black Hills were quite nice,  the weather was moderate, even in August and the Centennial Trail goes on the list of potential thru-hikes!

The Decalibron

The Plan

It’s called the Decalibron, for Mt Democrat, Mt Cameron, Mt Lincoln and Mt Bross (not sure where the “n” comes from). Four 14ers (mountains over 14,000 feet) that can be climbed in one loop.

You have a couple of options.  The trailhead at Kite Lake is about 2 hours west of Colorado Springs (near Alma). Some people just get up very early and drive there. For me that would have leaving at 4:00 AM to get there at 6:00. The other option is to camp at the lake. There are 5 official, first-come, first-served campsites. You arrive in the afternoon after most of that days climbers have left, snag a campsite and are set to hike first thing the next day. This is the option I chose.

Kite Lake parking/campground area. Mountains to climb are in the background.
Kite Lake from the start of the trail up to the Democrat/Cameron saddle.

I arrived at Kite Lake at 3:00PM on Sunday, Aug 16 after a very bumpy ride on a gravel road (the last mile is not recommended if you do not have 4WD and decent clearance).  Kite Lake is at about 12,000 feet.

Tentsite at Kite Lake.
My home at Kite Lake.
Mt Democrat

I did the climbs a bit  differently than most folks. After setting up my tent, I decided to do a little acclimatization hike and ended up climbing Mt Democrat. I had planned to just go to the saddle between Democrat and Cameron but the weather was so nice I decided just to go to the summit.

Mt Democrat from near the start of the trail.

This was a 2,100 foot, 4 mile round trip hike. Not tough normally but I was starting at 12,000 feet so it was all about the oxygen, or lack thereof.

View from the trail up Democrat. That is Mt Cameron in the distance, my first peak tomorrow.

It took me 1:45 to get to the peak and I had the whole mountain to myself. I only saw two other hikers (while I was coming down).

At the summit of Mt. Democrat. You can see the Democrat/Cameron saddle and Mt Cameron behind me.

It took me about 1:15 to get back to camp (about 6:30). I read until it started to get dark (and cold) and then hit the sack.

View from my tent. That bump over my tent is Mt Cameron – first peak tomorrow.
Mt Cameron

I was up at 5:00 AM the next morning, making coffee and getting my pack ready for the day. I could see two or three headlamps in the dark heading up the mountain. This was not an option for me as my headlamp batteries died in the night.

Heading for Mt Cameron!

It was a chilly (low 40’s with frost on the ground) but clear morning as I started out. The weather held all morning, clear with just a little breeze. It took me about an hour to reach the saddle  between Democrat and Cameron. About the same as yesterday but I was breathing much easier today.

Mt Democrat from the saddle. I’m going the other way.

I ran into my first group of hikers at the saddle. But, because I did Democrat yesterday, I leave the “crowd” and heat east up Cameron.

View of Mt Democrat from partway up Cameron. That is the shadow of Mt Cameron on the right.

The traverse across the ridge was not bad, it only got steep again near the summit. It took me about an hour to get from the saddle to the peak of Cameron, arriving just before 8:00 AM.

Summit of Mt Cameron. That is Mt Lincoln over my left shoulder, my next goal.
Mt Lincoln

The traverse across to Mt Lincoln was short, only taking about 20 minutes.

Summit of Mt Lincoln. Another hiker was nice enough to snap this (and lend me the sign)

I ran into a couple other hikers on the summit of Lincoln. A couple of guys from Pennsylvania and a young man from Ft Collins.

Stunning view from the summit of Mt Lincoln. This is looking north.
Mt Bross

From Lincoln you retrace your steps back to the saddle between Cameron and Lincoln, where you take a left (south) heading toward Mt Bross.

Returning from Lincoln. You can see the trail from Mt Cameron (upper trail) and the trail to Mt Bross (lower and to the left).

Another pretty easy (though longer) traverse had me at the summit of Bross at 9:15 AM. On the way I saw a couple of signs warning that the trail to Bross was closed.

Uh oh.

But, like all good hikers, I basically did what everyone else was doing and ignored the sign. The issue is that the top of Bross is privately owned (I think by a mining company).  Though I saw no sign of any ownership outside of a couple of signs.

Nice view looking back at Mt Lincoln from the trail to Mt Bross.

The final climb up to Bross (on the “closed” trail) was steep but not too long. I caught up with my Lincoln hiker buddies on Mt Bross (they were all hiking faster than me).

Hiker buddies on the summit of Mt Bross.

 

Summit of Mt Bross. That is Mt Democrat behind me to my right and Mt Cameron to my left.

The descent down the south side of Mt Bross was not much fun. Steep, rocky with lots of loose gravel. I slipped several times and ended on my butt once. If I had to do it over I would return back over Cameron and the Cameron/Democrat saddle (the way I came up).

I was back at my tent by 10:15, so 4:15 to do roughly 6 miles and three peaks. It was a very good day.

A cold one back at camp. Mt Democrat over my tent.

Pikes Peak Climb

Pikes Peak from near our AirBnB. That’s where I’m headed.
The Plan

I decided to hike the only 14er close to Colorado Springs, Pikes Peak at 14,180 feet. The start of the Barr Trail is only 5 miles from our AirBnB. But, unlike most 14er hikes, which usually start above 10,000 feet, the Barr Trail starts in Manitou Springs at 6,800 feet. This makes for a 7,400 foot climb. Most people do it one very long day. The trail is 12 miles long but with the detour at the top (they are rebuilding the welcome center) it is now 13 miles. You can turn around and head back down after summiting, which makes for a very long (14 hours or so) day. But you can also schedule a shuttle ride (private cars are not allowed to the top of Pikes Peak) back to the bottom – nice!

The Barr Trail

I decided to do it in two days, stopping at Barr Camp, 10,200 feet and about halfway and then going for the peak the following morning. This allowed for more hiking in the cool morning and more time to acclimatize. I also scheduled a shuttle with Rocky Mountain Rides for 1:00 PM. My knees were grateful.

Day 1, August 10

Bert dropped me off and I started hiking at 6:25 AM.

Near the start of the trail in the early morning

I made really good time and felt good. The morning was cool and the trail was not too steep. I was passed by a couple of people running up the trail (yes people do run this trail) and I saw a few other hikers.

My first view of the mountain from the trail. About mile 2.
Where I’m headed. From mile 5.

I arrived at Barr Camp at 9:30.  This was about an hour earlier than I had planned.   Camp Barr is a lovely spot, nestled in pines. It has composting toilets, a bear box and lots of tenting spots. They also have some cabins but these are closed because of Covid. There is no potable water but there is a stream that runs through the camp. And they serve breakfast.

Lovely Barr Camp at 10,200′ and about mile 6.

With the extra time I decided, after checking in with the camp manager, setting up my tent and filtering water,  to take an acclimatization hike up another 1,000 feet or so.

Home for the night.

Around noon, at about mile 7, I ran into a family from Nebraska. A very tired looking, overweight guy and three teenagers (all in t-shirts and shorts). They had started at “around 4:30” so had been hiking for about 7 hours.

He said this was “our first hike”. After finding out they did not have any rain gear I suggested they abort. On my way down I ran into them again and they were headed up. I told the father “you know it can snow up here, even in August.”  I also explained that they were only halfway effort-wise (probably less actually) and that even at their current pace (highly unlikely as they moved higher) they would not get to the top before 6 or 7 PM. When I left them they were still headed up.

Near camp on the way down took a side trail the camp manager told me about. Walked 1/2 mile to a great lookout spot and had lunch.

Lunch spot on day 1.

I was back at camp by 1:00 cleaning up and it started to sprinkle. Rained off and on for an hour or so (thinking about that Nebraska family!).

Day 2, August 11

I passed on the Barr Camp famous pancake breakfast both because my stomach was a little iffy (probably altitude) and also because I wanted to get an early start (they serve at 7:00 AM). I left camp headed for the top at 6:30.

Day 2 was a lot tougher than yesterday. I was definitely moving slower but my stomach felt better as the morning wore on. I passed one hiker, a young lady with a dog, at about mile 8. And that was it until the top. I literally had the entire mountain to myself almost all morning.

View of the top from Mile 9 (about 3 miles and 2,000 feet from the top)

I left the trees just past mile 9 and 12,000 feet. I lost the trail for a while but found it again after a very steep bushwack (and thanks to my Gaia navigation app!).

View to the north at mile 10, 12,700 feet.

The combination of the altitude and the steepness made for pretty slow going (I average about 1.5 mph on this day). But the views were stunning, it was a gorgeous, sunny day and, thanks to my early start, I had plenty of time.

View from the trail looking up, about mile 11, 13,300 feet.
The trail around mile 11.

I stopped just after 10:00 with about a mile to go for a rest and a snack.

Rest stop view. About a mile (and 1,000 feet) to go.

The last challenge before the top is a set of 16 steep, short, rocky switchbacks called the 16 Golden Stairs. They are about 400 feet below the summit.

Just in case you didn’t notice, there is a sign.

Near the top I passed a couple coming down who suggested I try to talk a construction worker into letting me through the construction zone rather than doing the 1 mile detour.  Another couple (who started at 4:15AM from the bottom) caught up with me about 200’ from the top and suggested we summit together (strength in numbers I guess).

My summit companions took this about 100′ from the top.

We managed to hail a construction worker on the other side of the fence. He was very nice but …. no go … so after topping out (at 10:40 or so) we all started the 1.0 mile detour down 250 feet and back up on the paved road – not fun!

View from the paved-road hiking detour.

And, after spending nearly the entire morning not seeing another person, the top was a complete zoo. Construction workers and machines and a relentless parade of white shuttle vans dropping off (inappropriately dressed) tourists. The top was disappointing, with construction blocking most of the good views.

A disappointing climax to a great hike.

Our shuttle (four hikers) arrived on time and we had a nice, 1 hour ride back to the Manitou Springs trailhead. During the wait for the shuttle we had some rain and snow flurries and it was kind of fun to watch the people in flip-flops, shorts and t-shirts hop out of the van and realize they weren’t in Kansas anymore.

Cheyenne Mountain Hike

Cheyenne Mountain from the trailhead.

After a week of doing short hikes near our AirBnB in the Red Rock Canyon Open Space (a couple miles south of the Garden of the Gods) acclimating to the 6200′ elevation of Colorado Springs I did my first “big” hike to the top of Cheyenne Mountain.  Cheyenne Mountain is the big mountain just to the south of Colorado Springs. It is the home of Norad and, until 2018, you could not (legally) climb to the top. In 2018  the Cheyenne Mountain Park trail system was extended to allow access to the peak.

Map and altitude profile

According to the park trail maps this is a ~16.5 mile round trip hike with a 3200′ altitude gain.  The high point of 9,300′ is a rocky promontory on the east face of the mountain called Robbers Roost. It’s where I ate my lunch.

I got to the park after a short 20 minute drive  and was on the trail by 6:30. An early start is important as it is hitting 90 degrees in the afternoon now and afternoon thunderstorms are almost a given. I started the trail with 3 liters of water and was glad for each drop.

From the parking lot ($9 day fee) the Talon trail winds south and then west for 3.5 miles climbing slightly. The real ascent begins with the Dixon trail heading first west to catch the south rib of the mountain and then north to the top.  After 2.5 miles on the Dixon (6 miles into the hike) I reached the “No Horses/No Bikes” sign indicating things were about to get real.

“Difficult to extreme”. Uh Oh.
View of the mountain from the start of the Dixon Trail

For the next mile or so the trail is steep and rocky. Near the top are the remains of an old plane wreck (from the year after I was born!)

I split from the Dixon to take the Dragons Backbone trail. This “trail” (it really is an extended rock scramble) runs along the eastern top of the mountain and has all the great views of Colorado Springs (see map).

Survey marker I found at a high point on the Backbone
One of my first views from the Dragon’s Backbone

At the northern end of the Backbone is Robbers Roost, a rocky promontory that requires a 20′ scramble up a cleft in the rock face to reach the top. This is the highest point on the trail and where I had my lunch.

View from Robbers Roost looking north
View looking south
Me and almost due east behind me.

I left the top about 10:45 and headed down. I ran into my first hiker of the day about halfway down.  I was back at the trail head (completely out of water) by 1:00 PM beating the afternoon thunderstorms (with hail) by a good 2 hours! I wondered about those folks who were at least two hours behind me.

 

Kayak #9, Sims Bayou, May 27, 2020

Sims Bayou is a combination of a natural and channelized bayou. The bottom of the bayou is made up of interlocking concrete blocks, and is flat, unlike the other channelized bayous that have a central deep channel. And this made it tough to kayak because, even with recent rains, it was very shallow, especially west of MLK Boulevard.  My kayak only needs about a foot or two of depth but there were several sections where I was scraping the bottom.

Sims Bayou at Scott. It looks deep!
Downtown view on the hike down to Sims Bayou
Walked through Sunnyside

I took the Metro Red Line south to the end of the line and started hiking toward Sims Bayou at Scott where I put in and started paddling. There was very little flow and it was very shallow.

I had to portage around one very low bridge a mile or so east of Cullen.

Oops! Not going through that.
Dragging around the bridge.

 

Saw the usual wildlife, turtles, birds and lots and lots of big fish.

After kayaking a bit over six miles, paddling the whole way since there was almost no current, I pulled out at Reveille Park in Southeast Houston. From there I hike to the southern end of the Metro Purple line for the ride home.

Pullout spot in Reveille Park
Waiting for the train.

Kayak #8, White Oak Bayou, May 27, 2020

Got an early start walking to the Ensemble/HCC Metro station and was on a train around 6:00 AM (foolishly trying to beat the heat) heading north.

Metro red line train at 6:00 in the morning….

Took it to the end of the line and then starting hiking west on Crosstimbers. Five miles (or so) later I was on the White Oak Bayou Hike/Bike trail looking for a way into the bayou.

Nice place to put in. Just north of 43rd street.

The bayou was flowing nicely.  I had found a NOAA website that shows flow rates and depths of the bayous around Houston (NOAA) . It showed that the bayou was a bit over it’s nominal low depth from the recent rains.

In the water and moving nicely!
Typical view from the water.

This was my second “channelized” bayou and, like Braes Bayou, the current was moving nicely, making for easy paddling. But there is NO SHADE at all so I’m glad it was early in the morning.

Wildlife admiring the graffiti.

Did not see as much wildlife as on the wilder bayous (as expected) but did see some birds, a few turtles and the ever-present fish. And there are some big guys in there. And something causing the fish to jump, one almost ended up on my boat.

Short section of rapids…. fun!

For the first 8 miles or so the bayou moved nicely with even a few short sections of rapids. The cross-section of the bayou is not a uniform depth. The sides are quite shallow, sometimes even dry. I had to stay in the deeper center part which is only about 10-12 feet wide so I had to pay attention to keep from bottoming out. On the plus side, there were almost no obstructions (i.e. tires, trees, shopping carts).

Little White Oak Bayou – a small tributary.

I took one short side trip a few hundred yards up Little White Oak Bayou which enters into WO Bayou just west of the I-45, I-10 interchange.

First good view of downtown.
The concrete (and the flow!) ends a mile or two from downtown.

As I neared downtown the flow slowed to almost no noticeable movement and the concrete ended.  It got prettier and harder. Typical.

The underside of a bridge – Harvey remnants?
And someone lost their garbage can.
Buffalo Bayou!
Allens Landing and the end of my kayak adventure.

After about 10 miles of so White Oak Bayou empties into Buffalo Bayou just across from Allens Landing. I paddled over and pulled out. Buffalo Bayou was moving well from all the recent rain. Then a short walk to the UH Metro station and heading home.

Kayak #7, Buffalo Bayou, May 23, 2020

The only kayak-able  part of Buffalo Bayou I had not done was a 5 mile  section from the West Belt to Briarbend Park. This turned out to be a surprisingly fun little section with several small rapids and cool animal sitings.

Put-in spot under the West Belt
No idea…

I biked to Briarbend Park,  left my bike and hiked out to the West Belt. There is a pretty good put-in spot under the freeway (i.e. no mud, no brambles).

Cool tree #1
So that’s where the storm drains go…
Cool tree #2
And, just in case you forgot you are in the city.
Harvey damage? Clearly someone had a bad day.

I saw lots of birds and the largest turtle I have ever seen – it’s shell was at least 3 feet across. And a very large fish – at least 3 feet long –  surfaced next to my boat. The bayou is teeming with fish.

Fishing!
And flying

The pullout point is just past some rapids which made for an exciting exit.

Rapids!
Pull-out spot.

And it is important to hit this pull-out as the next one is 3-4 miles downstream.

Kayak #6, Braes Bayou, May 21, 2020

For my first attempt at a “channelized” section of a Bayou, I picked Braes Bayou from just inside Loop 610 back to Hermann Park.  Large swaths of Houston Bayous were turned into concrete ditches in  the middle of the last century for flood mitigation (the efficacy of which is open to debate).

My hiking setup – ready to start inflating.
Ready to put in….
… down these “escape” stairs.

Getting in (and out) of these sections isn’t always easy. Fortunately most of the bayous have escape stairs (for people who fall in, I would guess) every half mile or so. And that is how I entered (and exited).

The view from the water.
Heading under another bridge.

I expected this to be less fun because the view is pretty monotonous, but I was surprised. The water moved much faster than in the more natural sections so I had to pay more attention to stay in the middle (the depth is not constant, the sides are very shallow) and there were several small rapid sections. And…. any day on the water is a good day!

Requisite selfie1
Medical Center.
Pull-out spot.

I missed my planned egress point because I was moving so fast and had to exit at the next available spot.  I had enough fun to try another channelized bayou – thinking of White Oak Bayou.

Kayak #5, Greens Bayou, May 14, 2020

To get to Green’s Bayou in far east Houston I left my bike at home and took the kayak and trailer on Metro Rail north to the final stop and started hiking east along Crosstimber Road. After 10 miles or so I arrived at a bridge over Greens Bayou (Ley Road)  where I had heard I could gain access to the bayou:

http://www.bayoupreservation.org/Bayous/Greens-Bayou-Halls-Bayou/Paddle-Trails

Right.  After 20 minutes of bushwalking through steep brambles I managed to get to a spot where I could inflate my kayak and drop down to the water.

A flatish spot under the bridge where I could inflate the kayak.

Greens Bayou is the wildest of the Houston Bayous. It is wide, deep and has lots of wildlife as it winds it’s way south to join Buffalo Bayou about five miles west of north Galveston Bay. I saw two alligators – did not get a picture of the second one as I was too busy paddling away!

One of the two alligators I saw…. the other one was a LOT bigger.

And, while it was quite a bit more bucolic than Buffalo Bayou, there was still the odd bit of urban junk in the water.

Weird bit of junk floating in the bayou

And there was no current – it was like paddling in a lake.

Wide, deep and no current.
Detritus from a past flood.
Selfie!
Old dock – no way to get out here.

I kayaked about five miles and was just beginning to think about looking for a pull-out when I passed a tiny little side channel. When I went up it to explore I found myself at an “official”  access point in Strickland Park. Of course there were no signs on the bayou so I found it purely by chance.

Lovely pull-out spot. No mud! No brambles!

And I enjoyed a snack waiting for my lovely wife to come pick me up. No more hiking today!

Kayak #4, Buffalo Bayou, Hwy 6 to West Belt, May 11, 2020

My biggest bike/hike/kayak trip yet was to far west Houston.  I left my bike at the beltway and hiked west to Hwy 6 where I managed, with some difficulty, to get the kayak into the water where I discovered that the water was only a few inches deep.  For the next mile or so I had to hop out out every 100 feet and drag my kayak over logs, rocks and shallows.

Bike locked and ready to hike west to Highway 6.
Another log!
Dragging through the shallows
And over rocks.

Slowly, as side channels added more water, the depth increased and the portaging sections got farther apart.

Deeper water…finally!!
Pretty section of the bayou
Bayou waterfall!
Tree roots – obviously the water is higher sometimes.

The bayou had a lot of obstructions which generated some small rapids in a few places which added a bit of excitement and fun to what was, at the beginning, a real slog.

Following an egret east.

Got back to my bike after 6 or 7 miles of bayou kayaking where I began a long ride home.

Pull-out spot under the West Belt. Time to start biking home.