Colorado Adventures
by Eric Shepard



Sheppy Quest 2005

Goose Creek Trail  09/16/2005 - 09/18/2005

One again, my wife and kids decided to head off for Nevada to visit her parents.  Once again I was not invited.  So, once again, in my grief, I took off for another Sheppy Quest.  Earlier in the year, I came across a web site that really inspired me to try the Goose Creek Trail in the Lost Creek Wilderness.  I am extremely glad that I came across this site (Around Colorado).

As I mentioned on Connor's First Camping Trip page, the Lost Creek Wilderness used to be Tracy and my favorite place to go backpacking.  After the Hayman fire (and kids) we stayed away from the area for awhile, but when I came across a site where two guys had gone up the Goose Creek Trail, I knew this would be my Sheppy Quest for this year.

This is me at the Trail Head at about 8:00 Friday morning.  I slept Thursday night off a Forest Service road about an hour away so that I could get an early start.

From the trail-head, I headed down to the creek.  It took less than 15 minutes to leave the burn area behind me.  After going down, it is pretty flat for quite awhile with a bunch of nice spots for camping on both sides of the creek.  Someday, this might be a good spot to take the kids on an easy back-packing trip.

Anyway, the trail does go up and away from the creek eventually.  The scenery is very nice.  Here I am standing on a rock about an hour into the hike.

 
  Another half hour or so of hiking, brought me upon the Lost Park Reservoir Site. Between 1891 and 1913 the Antero and Lost Park Reservoir Company Attempted to create a reservoir by damming Lost Creek. There are a couple of buildings remaining which were used to house employees of the company.

Here I am standing in front of one of these buildings.

There is a little trail that goes down to the creek from the cabins.  This is where the guys in the Around Colorado site camped.  I played around here some, but it was too early in the morning to stop and camp here.

This is some rocks in Goose Creek.  The creek obviously gets higher than this because the rock I am standing on is worn sort of smooth.  I almost felt like I could have slipped off (that would have been a bad deal since I was holding my camera)

The rock formations around here were just amazing.  I took lots of photos here.  None of them really did the area justice.

Of course, after playing around down there for awhile, I had to go up and see the "Shaft House" remains.  All that is left is a piece of machinery.  It looks sort of out of place among all the beauty, but in a weird sort of way, it fits in.
And... I had to explore around the shaft house area too.  Just North of the shaft house remains are some just huge boulders.  I climbed on and around some.  It was really cool.

This picture is looking North from one of the boulders that I climbed.  Some day, I might come back here and spend the whole day around here.

Eventually, I decided I had to move on.  If this had been one or two miles further in, I probably would have stayed in this area, but it just was not right for this trip.

I ended up hiking another hour and a half North of the cabins for lunch.  I found a spot sufficiently far from the trail and a small stream and decided to call it my home base.

After setting up camp, I grabbed the camera, a water bottle and some stuff in my lumbar pack and headed further up the trail. 

This picture is looking South East from the trail.

 
This photo is looking west.  Saturday, I went exploring that huge expanse of wilderness.  But, this day I hiked up toward the Wigwam trail.

The Wigwam trail is one that Tracy and I backpacked on a couple of times back before we had Tyler and Connor holding us back.  Goose Creek Trail intersects Wigwam, so I thought it might be cool to see my old "stomping grounds" again.

This is a cool looking rock on the way.  This area is filled with these huge things.  Very cool to see.
Goose Creek trail rose to above 10,000 feet and then back down into the valley on the left.  Here I am blocking your view of another pretty cool looking rock formation.

I didn't quite make it to Wigwam before deciding that I had better head back to camp if I wanted to get there before dark.

The photo doesn't quite do it justice, but I think this view ranks up there with any I've ever seen.  Living in Colorado and hiking as much as I do, I see a fair amount of the wild beauty of Colorado, so that is saying quite a bit.

In every direction, as far as you can see, there is wilderness.  The green trees with spots of yellow aspen starting to pop through and the granite rocks and mountains all around were just awesome to behold.

I think this spot was the highest elevation I got to (10,200 feet or so)

I made it back to my base camp, and had my freeze-dried dinner.  9 hours of hiking in a day make those things taste pretty good.

The next day, at about 7:30, I headed back up towards the Wigwam trail, but this time decided to take another intersection trail, "McCurdy Trail".

I got to the trail intersection at about 8:00 and pretty soon after that came to this overlook of the valley.  It looked very cool with the shadow off the rocks to the left.  A very pretty sight.

Pretty soon, I was heading down a series of switch-backs into the Aspen covered valley.

All of a sudden, out of the woods off trail right in front of me, a bobcat was running right at me!  I stopped.  He stopped.  My heart stopped.  We looked at each other for a split second and then he took off in the other direction.  I only saw him briefly, but WOW!!! 

This was pretty exciting for me.  It is the first predator I've ever seen in the wild.  My heart was pounding for several minutes after that.  I was so happy to have seen a bobcat.

That excitement stuck with me all day, but there was lots more to see.  I kept hiking west.  Up one hill down the next.  Eventually I got to a spot where the creek was nice and wide.  I decided to stop and fill my water bottle.
But, wait!  Where was the water coming from?  After a little investigation, I found a cave-like tunnel where the water was flowing through the rocks.

I thought this was just too cool.

I took my boots off and walked into the tunnel.  Boy, was the water cold!  My feet hurt by the time I got out, but it was worth it.

Little brook trout swam around my feet.

I didn't get all the way to the other side because of a somewhat deep pool right in front of where I took this picture.  If I didn't have the camera, I probably would have gone all the way, but it was not worth risking the camera.

This is what the entrance looks like on my way back out. 
And here is a timer shot of me outside the little cave / tunnel.

I spent a long time in this area just enjoying the view and listening to the water.  It was also sort of fun to watch the brook trout swimming around.  There were a ton of them.

Eventually, I tried to figure out which way the trail goes from here.  I followed three that came to quick dead-ends before I finally found the one that I was supposed to take.

That trail took me up and over to the other side of the water tunnel.  This is a picture of that other side. 

It was a bit more difficult to get down to this side.  If I were with someone I probably would have climbed down and gotten a closer look to this side, but I decided that the chance of getting hurt was just a little too great being alone.  I had not seen anyone since early Friday morning, so for all I knew, no one would be by for weeks.

I headed up into the mountains again, but not much further and none of the pictures I took from this point up ended up on the web page.

This is a shot heading back to camp.  Still very pretty. 

I took my time and took a bunch of side trails on the way back, enjoying ever minute and every view.  It is so beautiful in this area, I think I could spend weeks down there just looking around.

But again, I made it back to "base camp".  It had been another 9 hour day of hiking (more sitting and resting this day than the previous day, but still).

Again, I had one of those yummy freeze-dried suppers and went to bed early.

The next day, I got up at 5.  I was packed up and on the trail by 5:45.  The sun didn't come up until closer to 7, but the moon was full and bright and the path was easy to follow.

This is a shot of the mountains as the sun is rising behind me.  It looked much prettier in person.

I saw quite a few camps in the early morning.  As far as I could tell I was the only one up except these lamas.  I can't believe these people camped so close to the trail, but it was sort of cool for me to see the lamas.

I got back to the Blazer at about 8AM.  My pedometer tells me that I walked 86465 steps in the three days.  That is close to 43 miles of hiking.  The trails were a lot of up and down, but for the most part this was the easiest hiking terrain I've done on any of these Sheppy Quests.  Still, that is a lot of walking.

This was a great trip.  The mountain beauty was just spectacular.  I am so glad the Hayman fire did not burn this up.  Seeing my first bobcat (or any predator in the wild) was just too cool to put words to.

I didn't have any visions.  I thought maybe I would dream about the bobcat and he would tell me something life-altering in my sleep, but he didn't visit me.  Either he is not my Totem, or my life is just fine how it is.

Sometime I would really like to backpack a loop starting with Goose Creek hiking up to McCurdy and across up and then down to Hankins Pass Trail.  That is probably doable in a weekend, but I think I would want to take it easier than that.  Most of what I enjoyed about the hikes this time were taking time to look at and photograph the scenery.

Anyway... keep an eye out for next year's Sheppy Quest.  Who knows where that adventure will take me.