Boredom & What if - The Quest to be "Out There" - Some Results
Hello to All You Folks that stuck it out in the city's from the 25th of June till July 4th! I'm Back!!
Quite a trip I had for myself and "I" started it out poorly by having only 2 hours of sleep before I left and I knew it was a poor choice but I did it anyway. I was on the road by 3:45 AM, only an hour late. Driving in the dark of the morning was nice and that part Was a good choice! Comfortable all the way to the top of the trailhead but that changed as soon as I put the pack on.

I did not intentionally set the picture up so the pack looks larger than life but it is a good sized pack just the same.
I set the hike in to rest after every 45 minutes of hiking and that worked out well with 10 to 15 minute pack off breaks. When I arrived at the creek crossing, at the bottom of the trail, I was tired but not worn out just yet. I surveyed the crossing, this was the first time ever to use this location, and noted two items: I would need to walk in the swollen creek to get across and the hill on the opposite side would test my remaining strength. I changed shoes to my "water walkers" did the crossing, changed back to my hiking boots and made it up the hill at one point on my knees. At the top all I had to do was walk through the forest to find the trail and take it up river to my final destination. Problem was there were a lot of downed trees across the trails and getting around them was Not Easy. This navigating around the trees, going up and down the hillsides at the trees was quickly draining my remaining strength and humor. My body reached the point of having had all it could take of my thick headed determination so I had to stop. I picked a spot in a rough forested section that was just above the water.

At least I would only have a short way to go to get water but getting out of here would require that first trudge up a heavily wooded hillside littered with lots of 'tree stuff'. But that would be saved for the next morning. I boiled filtered water for my freeze dried meal and consumed my first Mountain House meal of the year. I entered my one man tent, sealed the door, killed all living things in the tent (save for myself), did a spit bath and fainted into sleep. The next morning I packed it all up and headed out. Somehow the night before I had stopped just short of a triple downed tree crossing on an impossible hillside that I now had to negotiate. Thank goodness for my over 6' tall hiking staff! I made it over this mess but it took way too much out of me way too quickly, I knew I would not be able to continue through this mess of downed trees with the entire pack and that this would complicate things. I made it to a previous camp spot likely not more than a 1/2 mile from my starting point and I was done in. I prepared the spot for human habitation and repeated my previous nights routine.

Before and after preparation of my second camp.
From this new location I would strike out with only the life support basics needed and prospecting equipment I'd brought along to reach the intended prospecting area. But that would come after a bit more taking care of myself and another nights sleep.
In the morning I assembled my pack equipment and headed out. Some storm clouds had come in over night and they tempered the days heat at least for awhile.

From this poor picture, the camera seems to be on its way to the junk pile, one can see the clouds over the mountains. That patch of brown pebbles on the right side is actually the river bed and it does have some water in it though it does not show in the picture? Some of those pebbles are quite large! Reaching the area of the side stream I came across this California Real Estate find of the year. This little "Fixer Upper" Is priced at a mere $35,000, 000.00 due to it pristine location.

On the back side is the 'Out House'.
In any direction from this point the ease of travel worsens! I made my way up the stream bed that looked like it had recently been plowed and re-seeded with some unusually large boulders. I veered of to the right and clung to the edge of the cliff face where a faint animal trail was observed. I followed this over avalanche piles, through rough brush, at times doing some pruning as it was obvious the gardener had been on strike for several years and slowly pushed my way forward. Oh, have I mentioned the clouds are gone and I'm now on top of a reflective oven? I began to feel kind of rough and suspected something was not quite right as I felt dizzy. I left my pack behind to reconnoiter ahead unencumbered by the latest in prospecting gear. I found a cliff I could have dropped over on my safety line but it was Not the Spot I was looking for. At this point I began to backtrack my trail with the pack. During the return hike I noticed some water below me and possibly it was the spot I was looking for. Many years of brush growth and avalanche piles could have changed the looks of the opening I was looking for however, I was in no condition to search any further. I returned to camp but not before taking this picture of a brush pile along the tributary stream.

Looking down the stream one sees a high water line brush pile. On the left side of the brush pile is a large pine tree between 3' to 4' in diameter at the trunk end. For a feeder stream this is a significant pile of floating debris and indicates part of the reason I wanted to investigate this location. Last year 2012 in early December the mountains in this area were treated to a huge dumping of rain. The main river rose from about 3000 cfs to 30,000 cfs and it is obvious this little stream was not little when the brush pile was pushed down the swollen stream. I stumbled back into camp and decided to take it easy for the rest of the day. So ended the 28 th of June.
The following day, 29 June, I got a late start on the morning and moved the camp back to the first location where I was closer to water, had more shade and could recuperate from exhaustion and the heat. I took Sunday the 30th as a full day off to relax and read and smash a few mosquitoes.
On 01 July I chose to test out the bedrock in front of my camp with the detector. I installed the batteries correctly into their holder, installed that into the machine, assembled it, turned it on and no threshold hum. WHAT!!!! Three weeks earlier I'd used the machine and all was well. Without being able to use the detector the entire plan of the trip was lost. I chose to move my camp back to the area of the main trail and river. I also chose to move the equipment 1/2 at a time. The first load was all the food and camping gear, I did the hike and setup the new location and then went back for the second load. All went well!

A picture of camp taken from the opposite bank. I now had a compact camp at the base of the trail with good food protection, shade all day long, easy access to the water, a camera that was not working well, IBID the detector and the question in front of me 'so what could I make of the trip'? I looked around and realized that this river had been totally rearranged by the 30,000 cfs flood waters of late 2012 so why not do a little scratching around the "old way". I now had buckets of sample to process through a Super Mini Bazooka Gold Trap that was supposed to be used as a sampling sluice not a production sluice with the result that the little sluice was over burdened, it took forever to clear the trap and that was the end of that. I took the time to concentrate the heavies in the last bucket by flooding the bucket with water, swirling the contents of the bucket, pouring off all the floating debris and repeating till the sample had been concentrated as best I could. From this effort I obtained 'the flake of gold' taken on this trip, no picture.

This picture is looking up river, one notices the Hump of debris in the center of the picture, it's all river rock that was scoured off the bottom of the river from in front of a water fall and was moved to its new location. This place was severely impacted by the late rain of December 2012 with the result that now 12' to 15' swimming holes exist where before there was a 5' deep pool. Large sections of river bed were left exposed right down to bedrock. Huge boulders were carried down river! It would have been something to see, hear and watch!!
So here I am in super hot conditions with this river in front of me and time on my hands. Every entry into the water is met with this scream from my brain "The water is Freezing"! Finally I realized I had to acclimate myself to the temperature's of my body heated by the Sun to the water cooled by the air in the rapids. I Did It! Once I'd soaked long enough my upper torso would finally accept the water and from then on I was taken back to being a 12 year old boy swimming in his own private pool, a deep one at that. Having my diving goggles with me meant I could watch the fish, check out the floor of the pool and in general I just played in the water for several days till I'd just had enough. On the evening of 03 July I decided to hike out in the morning.
The morning started at 4:35 AM when my body awoke. During the tear down and repacking of the pack by headlamp I had several items go AWOL and lost an hour or so locating things in the mess. At 8:05 AM after a prayer I applied the pack to my back and began the hike out. Storm clouds nursed me to the top of the mountain by filtering out the rays of the sun for much of the hike making it much cooler allowing me to make the hike in one day, actually in 5.25 hours.
I inserted the key into the tailgate to lower the rear window and bingo, it did not work! Oh NO not a dead battery!! I unlocked the drivers side door and opened it and instantly the dome light came on. I climbed in, quickly shut the door, tried the ignition and Bingo the 'ole girl' started right up. Seems the third electronic item to fail on the trip was the motor in the tailgate. Not to worry as my pack was quickly placed on the passenger front seat for the Super Stinking HOt ride home through Sac Town.
All's well that end's well and this trip did end well. I hiked in and hiked out without incident and the rest is all just a part of another adventure in the Mother Lode of California.
I hope all of you also had a great time!
All my best.........................63bkpkr
Addendum:
So looking at bad coloration picture #5: The mountain with clouds and brown river gravel. Now look to the top of the picture to the right, see the mountain in the background and how it has brown sections on it! Question here is, "is my failing camera accidentally coloring river rock brown and is that what we see up on the mountain in the back ground where it is brown? ie; is brown riverbed and are those historic riverbeds up on that mountain?"
Just a question! good night all.