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Trail Log 1995-1997 - Lamar at Colorado State University

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Quite a sight. They had to swim the deeper part and were underw<strong>at</strong>er except for heads sticking<br />

out. The calves seem to have no big problem; they did it as well as the adults.<br />

Four bull elk in a field, lying down, not long before Canyon.<br />

Checked in <strong>at</strong> Canyon, and then drove out to the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. Osprey on<br />

nest <strong>at</strong> one of the overlooks. Drove the Mount Washburn Road, and out the <strong>Lamar</strong> Valley road as<br />

far as Slough Creek, but no bear activity. A good thunderstorm on the way back.<br />

Night <strong>at</strong> Canyon.<br />

July 28, Monday. Up <strong>at</strong> 4.30 a.m. and off to <strong>Lamar</strong> Valley. For the first few miles we were in and<br />

out of fog, but the Mount Washburn area was clear. Stopped <strong>at</strong> Slough Creek for twenty minutes<br />

or so, then on to Buffalo Ranch. The <strong>Lamar</strong> Valley was covered in fog, but it cleared not so long<br />

after we met the backpacking group <strong>at</strong> Buffalo Ranch.<br />

Backpacking in Grizzly Country. Leaders: Michael Bartley and Marla Darby, both students <strong>at</strong> CSU.<br />

I had Michael in environmental ethics class two or three years back. Others: two from Red Lodge<br />

and Roberts, Sally Rodibaugh and Aileen Anderson; she is a sheep farmer. Ron Mayer and Nora<br />

Scanlan; he is with social security; she is a guidance counselor. Taryn Samuels, working for<br />

Yellowstone N<strong>at</strong>ional Park. E. A. McCracken, Jr., formerly from Arkansas, now Helena MT,<br />

interested in hunting and fishing. P<strong>at</strong> Fiore, young boy who got soaking wet, had worked briefly for<br />

Forest Service.<br />

We shuttled to the trailhead <strong>at</strong> Warm Springs Picnic area, leaving the most of the cars <strong>at</strong> Pebble<br />

Creek campground. On the trail, we climbed 1,200 feet and then dropped into Pebble Creek<br />

drainage. Lunched a little past the top, with various tips from Michael and Marla about how to<br />

behave in grizzly country. Camped <strong>at</strong> site 3P5, in good we<strong>at</strong>her, but it started raining after we went<br />

to bed and pretty much rained for 24 hours. Gentle but steady rain all night. So far we kept pretty<br />

dry.<br />

July 29, Tuesday. A wet day. I managed to get the tent down and packed up when it wasn't raining.<br />

Off <strong>at</strong> 9.30 a.m. and hiked down Pebble Creek all day. Three good stream crossings, which took<br />

some trouble trying to keep halfway dry feet. Good wildflowers. Camped <strong>at</strong> 3P1. Still raining; we<br />

set up camp in and out of the rain, though there were some blue spots. Deer around camp, r<strong>at</strong>her<br />

tame, and, l<strong>at</strong>er, chasing each other around.<br />

July 30, Wednesday. Clear day, and I climbed out into wet pants and boots.<br />

Pam Gontz hiked in and walked out with us. She had come into be sure she caught me about the<br />

Ft. Collins flood, but didn't tell me until we were out <strong>at</strong> the trailhead. One splendid bear tree, with<br />

nice claw marks. But otherwise no fresh bear sign.<br />

Out about 1.00 p.m. Showered <strong>at</strong> the Ranch, dried out, and repacked for the drive to Missoula.<br />

Stopped <strong>at</strong> Mammoth Hot Springs to phone home and found th<strong>at</strong> my office had been flooded out,<br />

floor to ceiling. The <strong>University</strong> suffered $ 130 million damages, lost the books in the basement of<br />

the library, including journals. Lost all the textbooks in the bookstore. I called a New York Times<br />

reporter, who had tried to contact me. Jane had a half inch of w<strong>at</strong>er in the basement <strong>at</strong> home.<br />

Montana trip continued below.

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