Doug Landauer, Mark Bray, Heather Bray, Lindsay Buchan, and Ben Landauer
At any rate, as we approached our main canyon's headwall, we drifted to the right, that being the least brushy way through. Finally, we did a bit of rock climbing, with Ben and Lindsay scouting the route ahead, and ended up discovering one of the most beautiful campsites I've ever stayed at. Looking at the map later, it appears that we were just south of the peak marked 7781, at the edge of the near-cliff above Many Island Lake.
We hadn't seen any water since the initial climb up from Kibbie, and were somewhat worried about it at this point. Ben, Heather, and Lindsay volunteered to climb the 300-plus feet down to Many Island Lake, filter some water, and bring it back up. Turned out to be trickier than it looked from above, but they persevered, co-operated, and heroically brought up the water!
Saturday morning at our camp above Kibbie Lake, H&L's tent at left, Ben & my tarp in the middle, and Mark standing by his pack and tent |
Back down to Kibbie for water, Ben leading the way as usual |
Filtering |
The northern one of the two valleys that come into Kibbie's east side. I'd like to get over there and explore it some day. I think you could go from there up to Many Island Lake without much difficulty |
Deer tracks next to the lake |
One deer track, closeup |
Easy lakeside walking for a while |
H&L, coming along |
Getting a ways above Kibbie Lake |
Break time at the top of the climb. The brownish water didn't look worth filtering; it turned out to be the last water we'd see until we made camp that night. |
Some weird-shaped, partially burned trees |
At the headwall of this canyon, we climbed out to the right (eastish). Ben and Lindsay scouted ahead |
Same view as the last shot, but not zoomed in — just to give a bit more perspective about how far out and up the kids were scouting |
At the top of our little section of actual rock scrambling, we stopped for a "victory shot" — Ben, Heather, Lindsay, and Mark. Note that Ben is wearing my pack here — he had offered to carry it up part of the climb |
Same spot, different cast — Doug, Lindsay, Heather, and Ben |
The view northeast-ish from near our campsite. I think that's Haystack Peak, just to the right of the tree. It's about six or seven miles from here |
The view southeast-ish: Mark suggested that we might be seeing the top of Kolana Rock (in Hetch Hetchy), though it doesn't show too well here. Far off, I was thinking we might be seeing the Clark Range, in southeastern Yosemite??? |
The view more northish, hinting at how granite-y the Emigrant Wilderness is |
After taking in those expansive, far-away views, we came to the edge of the steep hillside, and saw Many Island Lake laid out below us like a maze. Breathtaking ... |
Many Island Lake's northern half is more open than the maze-like southern part |
Even from nearly 400 feet above it, you could clearly see some of the submerged islands |
Couldn't quite see any fish from here, though |
The granite ramp across the way (to the right side) was someone's campsite — they had a campfire that night |
Here are the three heroic adventurers, starting their water-seeking journey down to the lake |
Quite some time later, we see three heads emerge as they cooperatively solved one of the problems encountered during the climb back up |
Ben checking to see how H&L are doing |
Ben, almost back up to camp |
H&L, almost back up to camp |
Mark, Heather, Lindsay, Many Islands, and a strangely-positioned shadow |
I wish the camera recorded what direction I was aimed when I took a picture. That distinctly-shaped peak in the middle looks kinda like Cathedral Peak or Unicorn — one of those guys in the Cathedral Range, near Tuolomne Meadows |
Into the Emigrant — Bigelow Peak, maybe? |
Clear view of Haystack Peak — it's the brownish one whose left (west) side slopes gradually, and whose right side is much steeper. Seven years ago, Turly and I crossed the ridge just to the right of it. |
Ben, with lots of Yosemite mountains behind him |
I think this is actually Sunday morning, after I unstrung the tarp while Ben still slept |
Many Island Lake in the predawn light |
Many Island Lake in the early morning light |
Many Island Lake in, well, not so much light at all, is it? But you can see where the Sun is just about to come up. |