After exploring along a portion of Treasure Creek on the north side of FSR 243, I was having a lunch sandwich, standing on a rock in the creek, leaning against a log bridge on the official trail to the south of FSR 243, when a young couple approached from down the trail. I briefly chatted with them and they told me there were more waterfalls along the trail to the southwest.
I decided that I should check out that trail. So I put on my Camelbak and headed out. The young couple had told me that I would come to a metal gate and just after that I would see a waterfall. The trail was easy at the start, going through an open meadow before entering a thinly wooded area and beginning to gain in elevation. I soon came to the gate and shortly afterwards I could see the creek far down below. There was a waterfall that was much too far down in the drainage to photograph from the trail.
About this time, I encountered a couple of youngish women with a dog hiking back towards the trailhead. They told me that their husbands were hunting in the mountains and the dog had been found, surviving alone after the big storm that blew through early in September. The dog had a leg or foot injury and walked with a limp. They surmised that the dog had been abandoned by a shepherd, since there were many sheep in the higher elevations. The dog did look like one that a shepherd might use.
I inquired about waterfalls along the trail, but the two hikers said there were no more waterfalls, but that the trail became flat farther up the trail. I continued up the trail for a little longer, but encountered no great scenery and decided that I was not prepared for a really long hike, so I turned back.
When I got back to the meadow, I came to a fork in the trail that I had missed on the way in. I was not really sure which to take, but the left fork appeared to go more directly to the northeast, so I took that one and soon reached the log bridge.
A little later the two women with the dog came up the roadway. I was surprised that I had arrived back at the parking area before they did. Then I realized that they must have taken the right fork of the trail in the meadow to get to the road at a different point. They told me that they did not want to have the limping dog try to walk over the log bridge, so they took the longer route to avoid the bridge. They were soon on their way to Del Norte, where they would take the dog to a vet.
After some thought, I decided that maybe I should head into Del Norte, where I knew I would have a cell signal, and call home, since I had only been able to send short messages via my satellite GPS device so far. While in Del Norte, I could also top off my fuel tank just to be sure I had plenty of fuel for the rest of the week in the forest.
Driving FSR 380 into Del Norte would also let me check out potential campsites along the route, maybe finding one for tonight and maybe finding a suitable one for my son and DIL to use, when they returned on Friday.
I’ve made a mental note of the wilderness trail here and maybe I’ll explore it seriously at some other time.
More later,
Ken