Philmont
Day 11 - Saturday, June 22, 2002
Hunting Lodge Camp to Tooth
Ridge Camp
(approximately 9 miles including side hikes)
Wow!
What a day! Our
plan was to get up at 4:00am for a 5:00am start on the killer
hike today. I was
awakened at 3:30am by large amounts of thunder, and the rain
followed in short order. Our
early start had officially been scrapped.
I was in and out of the tent a couple of times between
5:00am and 6:00am, but had to return to the tent each time by
more rain and lightning. I
went back to sleep finally at 6:30am and woke up a little after
7:00am to a lull in the storm.
We decided to break camp quickly, but weren’t as quick
at the next incoming storm. Most everybody got something or other soaked before the
packing was finally done.
We
started hiking at 7:40am, heading for Clarks Fork.
The trail was mostly flat and we got to Clarks Fork at
8:25am (pretty fast for muddy hiking).
By the time we got there, the rain had stopped for the
most part. We ate
breakfast under their huge porch cover, and some of the guys did
a little branding. Clarks
Fork was our last available water stop for the trek, so everyone
drank as much as they could, then filled all of their canteens.
We
left Clarks Fork at 9:36am under quickly clearing skies.
The trail immediately started climbing quickly and by
10:00am it was clear and hot, and we stopped to pull off rain
gear. The climb
past Upper Clarks Fork and Ponderosa Park was hard but quick,
with little or no caterpillaring.
Past Ponderosa Park, the trail got even harder and the
caterpillar kicked in. We
reached Shaffer’s Pass around noon and the crew decided to
continue climbing on to the beginning of the Tooth Ridge before
stopping for lunch. We
found a nice spot for lunch just before the saddle onto the
ridge and ate lunch at 1:00pm, after hiking hard uphill for
almost two and one-half hours.
It was a well-earned break.
Memory
is a funny thing. I
had hiked this trail in 1981, and it seemed much shorter and
easier then. The
hike along the ridge was very beautiful, with views both north
and south. It
seemed that we would never get to the base of the Tooth of Time.
The trail was built over large rocks and threw in a
switchback every now and then to confuse you.
We reached the base of the Tooth around 3:00pm and
dropped packs to climb up to the top.
Jan
and Glenn went on down to Tooth Ridge Camp to pick us a site.
Once again, memory was wrong.
As a boy, it seemed we dropped our packs right at the
Tooth, and a two-minute hike got us to the top.
The climb up the Tooth was hard – pretty much 45
degrees uphill, climbing over boulders, and gaining about 500
feet to reach the top. It
took about 20 minutes to reach the top from where we dropped our
packs, but the view was worth the entire struggle.
It is always pretty neat to be up on the Tooth of Time.
The wind was howling up there, and a storm was passing to
the south of us. We
took a few pictures and looked around for about 20 minutes.
As we were starting our climb down, Chad dropped his
camera into a fissure at the top.
Somehow, Brad got it out for him.
We climbed down a different way and got a little lost,
but found our way back down to the packs.
From there it was a 10-minute walk down to the Tooth
Ridge Camp.
We
walked almost all the way through camp before I spotted Glenn. He had found us the perfect campsite. It was located near the edge of the ridge, with a huge open
flat area for our tents. The
best feature of the campsite was the pilot to bombardier, and
the wonderful view that the user was given overlooking base camp
and the plains beyond. Crew
3 was camped just across from us in an opening between two huge
rock formations.
We
set up camp at a leisurely pace, letting our wet tents dry in
the sun before putting them up.
It was pretty windy as we set up – guessing 20 mph
sustained winds. We
ate our dinner – Philmont Lunch #3 – and had our Thorns,
Buds, & Roses at 6:00pm, but had to finish hurriedly as
another storm was quickly approaching.
The wind continued to grow in intensity. Jan clocked a gust at 63 mph before he got into his tent, and
it just got stronger after that.
I was in and out of the tent, talking with people in both
crews, and finally got in the tent for good at 8:00pm.
This was another hard but amazing
day at Philmont. The
hike today was by far the longest climb of the trek, although
probably not as hard as Phillips, and the mileage was easily the
longest of the trek overall.
Again, there were absolutely no complaints.
The boys seem to thrive on hard hikes, and they walk us
into the ground. |