Our discoveries over these last few minutes offer a combination of things to ponder and I find myself thinking intently as we continue slowly up the beautiful valley. The loved man and his final, spiritual, resting place. The dead cow and her final, probably painful, demise in the wilderness–a wilderness she didn’t belong in. Then the magnificent display of natural life and vitality in those big healthy bighorns. A bittersweet emotion rolls over me as we continue. Dozer bounds ahead, frolicking in the sun and the outdoors. He is not burdened with the intelligent thought of man. He, like those sheep, lives in the moment. Not for the past. Not for the future. For the moment. We often forget to do that and I make a quick promise to myself to live more in the moment.
We stop for lunch at the remains of an old stone dwelling. The sun is bright now and the water in my hydration pack is quickly thawing. Living in the moment I take it all in and feel grateful to live close to such natural beauty and solitude.
The old stone structures
The mystery and wildness of the valley grows as I look ahead to the forested peaks of the Wet Mountains that I now see through the trees. Through those distant trees I see the ground covered in snow.
Grape Creek here is a gentle stream speckled with many light colored rocks throughout its stream bed. Ice from last night’s freeze still clings to rocks and banks although, at times, I can hear it breaking up under the warmth of the daytime sun.
There are many soaring birds in the sky and I count most of them as either hawks or buzzards. But, then I see a pair that looks a little more special. They glide a little bigger, a little more graceful. I look closely and see distinct white tails and heads. Bald eagles. They are high in the sky, but their markings and the shape of their wings are distinct.
What a treat! Today I have seen the wild Bighorn, Colorado’s state animal, and the soaring Bald Eagle, our national symbol. We stop for a moment and watch. I imagine them swooping down over the stream for trout,which I’m sure they do from time to time. I am reminded why wilderness preservation is so important to me. Days later, I can think of those two eagles in the sky and feel a real connection to their wild existence.
Continuing on, I see more movement up ahead. Colors this time–blues, reds, yellows. It’s a group of people, mostly boys with a few adults. I surmise it’s a boy scout troop. Their packs are enormous and I wonder how they manage. I stop to talk to one of the adults.
“How far to the Temple Canyon Trailhead,” he asks.
“Oh… three-and-a-half, maybe four miles,” I respond.
He looks a little disappointed. “Okay… I thought it was closer.”
We chat a bit more before moving on. They came from an upstream access point which I now know was probably Bear Gulch Road. I watch the troop and their giant packs trudge down valley, silently wishing them well. I was surprised to see people here. I think they may have been surprised to see me as well.
We finally walk onto snow as the valley closes in towards what looks like another canyon. The beautiful Ponderosa Pine (my favorite tree) is now mixed in with the Juniper and Pinion. Reaching a blockage on our side of the stream, I stop and quickly decide that this makes a good turn-around point. I look longingly into the wilderness beyond, wanting to continue on. That urge to see what’s around the next bend pulls hard, but I know it’s afternoon now and the daylight is short in late November.
Dozer on the snow at our turn-around point
Heading back now, somewhere between stream crossings 20 and 25, I see an odd shape in the shallow water near the bank. To my surprise it is a foot-long trout holding under a thin layer of cloudy ice. He sees us and thinks he’s hidden from our view.
Trout hiding under ice near the bank
I wonder what a fisheries biologist would think about this. I know from experience that trout can see well above the water line and they can see surprisingly far. But, I can see it, why does it think it is hidden from me? Perhaps it can’t see through the ice from the bottom.
I creep a little downstream from the fish and slowly lie on my stomach. The trout is only a foot from the bank, the water about a foot lower than the edge. Slowly, I reach my left hand out over the top of the fish’s tail. Ever so slowly, I inch my hand forward. I have to get my hand solidly over the trout’s dorsal fin to have a chance to grab it. The fish holds still–its only movement is a slight pulsing of the gills. I can see it’s a rainbow and admire how heavily spotted he is.
My hand creeps forward a millimeter at a time. Dozer sits and watches intently. In position now, I start to count down silently from three. My plan is to drive my hand straight through the thin ice, quickly grasping the trout and then elevating it from the water, like a wild bear might do with its snout.
Three… Two… Just a split second before I make my move, the fish sees or senses something. With a convulsive flutter he roils the water and darts into the middle of the creek and behind a rock, out of sight. I get up with a smile. I would have released it immediately anyway. But, I almost had it in my grasp.
The walk back to the head of the canyon is pleasant. I cross the stream several more times, never needing to get wet as I hop carefully over the scattered rocks in the stream bed.
Me and my leader, Dozer, making our way along Grape Creek on the return hike
Grape Creek flows through beautiful open country above Temple Canyon
We walk back by the memorial note again, entering Temple Canyon from above this time. I appreciate, again, the beauty and boldness of the canyon as I watch the water below pick its course among giant mansion-sized rocks.
We reach the campsite for a welcome rest before I pack up the tent and hoist the big pack for the remaining two miles or so.
Stream crossing number 40. This is the one near the big green sign where I lost the trail the day before. I’m close to the car now and as I make my way the remaining quarter mile or so, thoughts of home crawl into my head. I am content.
As I approach the trailhead I see a large group of middle school kids hanging out, some sleeping on the ground.
“Hey, we saw you earlier,” says snot-on-lip kid. “Where did you stay last night?”
“Oh, I found a beautiful little spot in the grass by the stream up the trail a bit.”
I look at their uncertain faces, full of potential, and see myself at that age, on my first wilderness trip to the Weminuche. Most of them will remember with fondness their trip to Grape Creek when they are my age, even if they may not truly appreciate it now and how special the place really is.
Trip and Area Background
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Points Earned: 2
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Trip Dates: November 19-20, 2011
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Wilderness Area: Grape Creek Wilderness Study Area
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Wilderness Location: South Central Colorado near Canon City
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Wilderness Size: Approx 22,000 acres between Lower and Upper Grape Creek WSA’s *
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Total hike length: Approximately 11 miles
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Duration: One Night
* The 22,000 acres includes the official acreage within the two segments of the wilderness study areas. The Colorado Canyonlands Wilderness Legislative Proposal suggests an area about double this size for official wilderness designation for Grape Creek.
Wilderness Area Info:
Grape Creek is a BLM Wilderness Study area near Canon City, Colorado. It is exceptionally rare in Colorado to have such a large area of roadless land with the characteristics of this area:
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Low elevation (pinion/juniper country in the lower sections, ponderosa country higher)
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Contains more than 20 roadless stream miles of a substantial waterway
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On the East side of the Continental Divide
For the reasons above, Grape Creek should be highly valued as a full Wilderness Area because it provides critical corridor habitat for wildlife and it would preserve a rare combination of natural features.
Grape Creek is an interesting and unique waterway. It’s watershed is surprisingly vast. It drains the entire Wet Mountain Valley, rising in the Sangre De Cristo Mountains, flowing out of the dam at DeWeese Reservoir in the valley, and then flowing many miles through the BLM canyon country corridor between the valley and the Arkansas River.
I found the place to be delightfully rugged and scenic. I was also surprised at how much wildlife I saw. I only scratched the surface of the area and would love, one day, to hike the entire length of the WSA from Temple Canyon all the way up to the Wet Mountain Valley. The opportunity for this kind of uninterrupted ecological transitional hike is unusual here in Colorado.
Grape Creek itself is full of sizeable trout which, in clear water, can often be spotted with the naked eye.
Cattle grazing is, unfortunately, allowed in the area, but this is sadly true in many official wilderness areas throughout the West.
Access to the area is primarily at two points: Bear Gulch Road near the middle of the WSA and Temple Canyon at the lower end. I don’t know about Bear Gulch Road, but the road to Temple Canyon does not require high clearance or 4-wheel drive. The State Trust Land at Temple Canyon supposedly only allows access from August 15 through May 31st. I wouldn’t want to hike here in the middle of summer anyway. This is a great Fall or pre-runoff Spring destination. I would even consider this in the winter depending on weather and snow cover conditions.
I brought some new gear on this trip in an effort to reduce my pack weight and at the same time increase my sleep comfort. New items I brought and was highly satisfied with:
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Marmot Sawtooth sleeping bag – down, +15, 2 lb 14 oz.
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Big Agnes insulated inflatable pad, 2 lb 1 oz
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Inflatable pillow
The new sleeping arrangement reduced my total weight by over a pound and substantially increased my comfort level.
My total pack weight with food at the start of the trip was 29.5 pounds. It would have been around 25 pounds in warmer weather. I’d like to get down to a total weight of 20-25 pounds consistently. Perhaps the biggest noticeable improvement was, as a result of the more compact sleeping bag, I didn’t have to attach anything to the exterior of the pack which vastly improved weight distribution. Even at almost 30 pounds I felt as if I was simply carrying a day-pack.