One of my favorite backpacks is Redwood National Park in Northern California — particularly Redwood Creek where you are surrounded by towering old growth redwoods.
Access goes something like this: you get you permit at park headquarters. They give you the combination to a locked gate. Past the gate, you drive 6-7 miles to a parking area. From there, you hike a mere 1.5 miles down to the creek and your backpacking camp.
With your camp set up along the creek, you take a great 7.5 mile round trip along the Dolason Prairie Trail up through redwood groves and pristine forest to open prairie views and an overview of the entire area.
Backpacking companion Wild Bill and I thought a November backpack would reward us with total solitude. Instead, we were greeted by 15 college students and a four hunters at the trailhead next to Highway 20 near Clearlake, California. We let them go ahead, then headed toward our overnight destination seven miles ahead in Wilson Valley. We dreaded spending the night with this small army of backpackers. When we came to a river about 2.5 miles down the trail, we waded across — losing the hunters — who apparently didn’t want to get wet. On the far bank we discovered an oak-savanah plateau with widely scattered campsites. One site — about 100 yards past the turn off to Wilson Valley — sat on the edge at the 25-foot high cliffs over looking the river and valley. Rather than hike another five miles to join the crowd in Wilson Valley, set up camp, day-hiked and then Â toasted this quiet paradise with some chardonnay we brought along. Â This is one of many backpacks where we discovered wilderness and total solitude less than 3 miles from the trailhead.Be light. Be safe. Be one with the pack.
This is my 12th season as a backpacker and — I hate to admit it — the first season I haven’t had a pack on my back. Several trips started out with packs packed, but turned into camping / day hiking-into-the-wilderness-trips, covering sections of the PCT. Still, I am hoping for one more chance to keep my string of backpacking years unbroken. It all depends on our Northern California weather holding out until early November. I’m thinking Snow Mountain Wilderness where we’ll have the the whole place to ourselves (and hopefully no snow).Be light. Be safe. Be one with the pack.
Wild Bill, the Duke and I just spent three days in the King Range, that 4,000 foot mountain range that forms the backdrop to the 28-mile Lost Coast Trail. On Saturday we topped King Peak at 4,200 feet and spent two hours having lunch and enjoying the incredible view. On Sunday, we drove down to Bear Harbor to see Needle Point, and the ocean-side visitor center. There’s a barn nearby that offers backpackers a place to sleep and a picnic bench for breakfast as you look through a window to the Pacific Ocean. Besides the incredible ocean views, a herd of elk appeared and ambled in front of our car.Be light. Be safe. Be one with the pack.
From the California Gold Rush town of Sonora, follow Highway 108 east for 30 miles, and before you hit Sonora Pass (9,600), you come to one of the most beautiful spots on Earth: Kennedy Meadows. Because of swarming mosquitos, our three days of backpacking and two days of car camping turned into 5 days of car camping with our days spent fishing and hiking the Pacific Crest Trail from Sonora Pass. Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll talk about the trip and show photos of our three trout dinners, hikes up to 11,000 feet and other adventures. Until then … Be light. Be Safe. Be one with the pack.
I happen to live in a rural area of Northern California where a 10-minute drive and 20-minute walk will take me to a 40-foot waterfall among redwoods and ferns. This setting is as beautiful as you will find in the most remote wilderness areas. A great trek can merely be a walk in the near woods. Which drew me to this local adventure:
Recently, Ron Bloomquist of Fort Bragg, California who walks the town each morning for health and then blogs about it, decided on a near adventure of his own. He and a friend strapped on ultralight backpacks and followed the tracks of the local historic Skunk Train railroad, logging 40-miles. Here is his story.
Â Although Northern California rain is off about 40%+ this year, there has been just enough to keep snow on the mountains. What better time than to try a close-to-home (3 hours) in a low altitude destination. The “Three Bs”Â (Bruce, Bill and Bob) are taking our first 2009 backpack in Cache Creek Wilderness, off Highway 20 east of Clear Lake. We’ll let you know how it turns out. A resident tule elk herd and black bear are among the wildlife.
In mid-October, wearing bright orange vests to avoid being killed by deer hunters on horseback, backpacking companion Wild Bill and I ventured into the Snow Mountain Wilderness. Parking at the Summit Trail (30 miles from Upper Lake, California, we hiked 1,000 feet over 2 miles and ended up at a meadow surrounded by spruce trees. A short distance away was a notch that led to a killer view of the mountains toward the setting sun. Only two miles from the Snow Mountain Wilderness Peaks (about 7,000 feet each), we were amazed at how few miles we had to pack to be totally away from just about every other individual (except four hunters at the beginning). See for yourself. Truly, a wild place for old men who want to carry less, see more, and have total solitude.
Be light. Be safe. Be one with the pack.
PS – This is my first amateur video. I’m using the $125 Flip Digital Technology web camera, which holds 1 hour video and weighs just 5.5 ounces with batteries.
When I say go wild, I mean get out where no one else goes. I’ll soon be heading out to the Snow Mountain Wilderness, which even at around 6,500 feet, feels like the Sierra and has views to the ocean on the west. It’s located north of California Highway 20 and is sandwiched between Interstate 5 and Highway 101. My first trip there was June of 1997 — my second backpack. With beautiful fall weather (70′s in day and 40′s at night) predicted — an 50+ backpacks under my belt, I can wait to go back. Most backpackers have mothballed their gear for the winter. But October and sometimes even November in Northern California can have perfect backpacking weather. Back to going wild: we expect to see no one else on this trip. Some other wilderness suggestions: Yolla Bolly, Cache Creek, Marble Mountains and Canyon Creek Trail in the Trinity Alps (look out for hunters). Evem in peak season, you’ll see few if any backpackers on the trails.
The Mendocino Coast of Northern California has some of the rarest hikes anywhere. At Jug Handle State Reserve, a California State Parks property, you can walk about 2.5 miles from the ocean, through giant redwoods to a pygmy forest, one of only three (from what I understand) in the U.S. The out and back is a mere 1.5-hour hike that is amazing in that it takes you through about 300,000 years of geological history in such a short distance. Bishop pines that grow over a 100-feet tall in normal soil, only grow about 5 feet in this thin, highly acidic soil of the pygmy forest. One of nature’s wonders.