First Time for Everything

May 25, 2015
Savage-Lundy Trail
Total distance: 4 miles

Each week the Sierra Hiking Seniors (a group of over one hundred hikers) put out an e-mail announcing two hikes for the following week.  I rarely hike with this group, but when I saw that the trailhead of one of the hikes was nearby, I wanted to take advantage of the close proximity and explore the area.  The group gathered at the meeting spot down the road from my home—about ten people with seven dogs showed up.

The long trailhead access road was not suited for cars with low clearance, so I brought the truck.  Leslie, a woman whom I met for the first time rode with me over the rugged terrain. At times it felt like we were going to tip over and tumble into the canyon.  I was stressed out when we reached the trailhead, so Leslie offered to drive back when we were finished hiking.  We were hiking out and back on a historic path that gold miners walked in the mid-1800’s: the Savage-Lundy trail in the Sierra National Forest down to Devil’s Gulch on the South Fork of the Merced River.

Looking down Snyder Ridge to the river, our destination.

A view from the trail looking down to the river, our destination.

We headed downhill as a group, and Leslie took off quickly ahead of everyone.  The path nestled in the chaparral forest narrowed and each hiker kept their own pace.  Rita, another hiker happened to have a similar groove as mine so we stayed together.  I had met her twice through mutual friends and was pleased to get to know her a little better as we walked.

The trail was named for Major James Savage--

The trail was named for Major James Savage, “discoverer” of Yosemite Valley; and Otto Lundy, a miner and owner of May Lundy Mine.

We hiked the mountain’s edge climbing over and under downed trees that blocked the way.  We walked through the brush and around switchbacks steering clear of poison oak that crept onto the trail.  Wildflowers flanked the edge of the path, mostly Clarkia—farewell to spring.  Oaks and cedars grew in abundance.  Tall pines swayed in the wind, yet no breeze could be felt.  Though the area was pretty and the view vast, my mind was on the return drive, the rutted and rocky road.  The morning’s drive in was my first experience with that type of terrain.

The wild and scenic trail, narrow and steep.

The wild and scenic trail, narrow and steep.

Boy Scouts carrying full packs squeezed by.  They were heading home from a three-night backpacking trip and took the uphill stretch slowly, a two thousand five hundred foot elevation gain.  A climb that we would do in the heat of the afternoon.

The seeds of a knobcone pine are not released until the tree or branch they're on dies.  This one  was on a downed tree and looks dead.

The seeds of a knobcone pine are not released until the tree or branch they’re on dies. This one looks as if it is dead and will eventually bring new life.

Rita began talking about how hot it would be on the return trip verbalizing my thoughts.  It was supposed to be in the 80’s that afternoon, but the canyon was already warm and we were both damp with perspiration. She was also concerned that she may not have brought enough water for herself and her dog.

Farewell to spring,

Farewell to spring,

The farther into the canyon we dropped, the more often she brought up turning back and heading out.  As I swabbed beaded drops of sweat from my brow, Rita asked, “Do you want to do it, Janet?”  Quitting the hike didn’t feel right, but the haunting thoughts of the jeep road unnerved me. Traversing it again seemed harder than walking uphill in the heat.  I wanted to get the drive over and done with, so I said, “yes, let’s go.”  It was the first time I quit a hike without reaching the planned destination.

Rita had ridden to the trailhead with another couple.  We sent word to Leslie who was much farther ahead that she could ride back with them.  Everyone agreed so Rita and I turned back and headed up the hill.  We caught up to two Scout Masters and stopped to talk with them while taking a moment to catch our breath.  The sky was becoming overcast and we could finally feel a cooling breeze.

A panorama of mountains.

A panorama of mountains.

After two miles of uphill hiking, we reached the truck.  Rita guided me in turning it around on the narrow road—a three point turn or maybe four or five points—and then we slowly made our way back to civilization.  For all of the fretting I did in my mind about the drive, it wasn’t as bad as I built it up to be.

A valued vista of the Sierra.

A valued vista of the Sierra.

This outing was peppered with firsts, but it was the last time I will quit a hike for the first time.  Even though I didn’t make it to Devil’s Gulch, the foothill woodland area with its steep and narrow canyon was a sight to see; and spending the morning with a new friend filled me with joy.

9 thoughts on “First Time for Everything

  1. Dad

    Sorry you didn’t reach the destination, but glad you made it back safely. And nice that you were able to make a new friend. Loved the pictures and commentary, as usual. It looks like a beautiful area.
    Dad

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  2. Daniel McCarty

    Love the Half Dome shot Janet. Its like a pastel painting. This area is now history for me but I will not grieve. I’ve traded brown for green. Isn’t it wonderful that the Boy Scouts are always ready to help?
    Daniel

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