Warren Fork Hoover Wilderness |
July 17, 2017
On my way to visit friends in Bishop, this seems like a good time
to explore a little-visited spot featuring a substantial cascade
that will have plenty of water in it right now. Nearby, the
principal attraction along the Tioga Road also is doing well in this
season of excessive snow pack:
At a big curve in the highway is a trail that clearly has been unmaintained for a long time. The old signpost is bare, and no other indicators are present. There is, however, a big parking area on the other side of the highway; this is good.
I start up what was a road at one time; but no clear route is evident. I opt to follow a steep little creek up toward the right, avoiding the manzanita bushes as much as possible. There are no recent boot prints in the sand; but then I didn't expect to find any, either. Within short order I have climbed a good three hundred feet toward nowhere in particular.
The Tioga Road ascends toward the Yosemite Park entrance.
Across the canyon is the view that I had hoped for, of an ephemeral yet beautiful cascade that has no name. Naturally, I must give it one:
Gardisky Lake Falls are an estimated 800 feet high
The cataract plunges directly out of Gardisky Lake itself, which lies just out of sight at the top of the cliff.
I am getting nowhere in this direction, though. Finding a place
to cross the rushing creek is no easy matter; but I locate a spot that
requires just a three-foot leap, with some little bushes to grab
on the other side. Soon I am back down at the canyon bottom.
There is a use trail leading upstream
Almost immediately I encounter an old campsite with a picnic table that
might not have been used in a great many years — at least,
not for a picnic.
Perhaps a mountain climber actually camps here now and then
I continue up the canyon well to the right of the big creek, where any semblance of a trail has disappeared. It hardly matters, though; I'm just marching onward to see whatever might lie ahead.
Cross-country travel is easy here, so far
I pick up the trail again near another little stream. Soon I must ford it in order to avoid some serious bushwhacking.
Although I didn't bring a map, I recall there being a big meadow not far upstream. That will be my objective for the day.
The Warren Fork winds around and under the snowdrifts
Stopping for lunch here proves delightful, for I am not bothered at all by bugs.
I'll try to keep track of the trail on the way back
Remaining near the big creek does have its advantages:
Wavyleaf Indian Paintbrush
Richardson's Geranium
Someone still cares about this trail
Smokey Mariposa
Nice colors in the creek
Several detours are required through here
This must be the Hoover Wilderness boundary
Not far from the highway I run into two more campsites. I find it rather sad to discover such a resource that is seemingly unsupported (see Addendum).
My guess is that this facility was effectively crippled by the
modernization of the Tioga Road in the mid-1960s.
Not wanting pedestrians to have to cross the highway on a blind
curve, the powers that be abandoned this trail and campground rather
than construct a new parking lot on the near side of the road.
§: This outing, albeit relatively unremarkable, was
quite pleasant nonetheless. Exploring any new place has its
appeal. Another way to partially view the big cascade would
be to climb Tioga Peak from Gardisky Lake.
Also, this was my twelfth different route into the gorgeous Hoover Wilderness. I wonder how many more I will try.
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After the walk, I must of course continue up the Tioga Road for another mile for some photographs.
ADDENDUM
There is mention of the Warren Fork Trail on the Forest Service 0page for Inyo Recreation Area. Other sources suggest that this is an official "dispersed camping" facility, available with no fee. Old photographs show that there actually were readable signposts as late as 2013.
IN MEMORIAM
Although I had not fully realized it at the time, my life was about to change in a significant way. Four days after this hike, I traded in the best car I ever had for a new one.
The last-ever photograph of my beloved 2004 Outback, near Tioga Pass
I'll miss that wagon. It was the perfect size and shape,
it handled its off-road duties beautifully, and there were
only 30,000 miles on a rebuilt engine. Repair costs were
becoming prohibitive, however; so an upgrade was in order.
My 13-year companion had become an 'old person' such as I, wherein the mind still functions properly, but the body is slowly falling apart.