We pull into camp midday Saturday under bleak skies. The forecast is for isolated thunderstorms with ~10% chance of precip. Hmm.
Action shot of the Subie in camp. Love my car.
Glass mountain from camp.
Granite mountains wilderness.
Our afternoon destination was the highpoint of the Granite mountains. We followed an old road (closed now at the wilderness boundary) until it deteriorated into this sandy track.
David along the 'road'. The peak is the point on the right - rocky and steep. We'll head to the saddle in front of us and figure out the route from there.
A sub-pile of rocks before the peak.
I'm surprised this isn't a documented climbing area. Tons of great rock that reminds me of a combination of the buttermilks and the dreamers.
At the saddle, we look up at the peak and try to decide on a route. Everything looks like there is steep rock in the way. Yay scrambles!
In between steep rock we find soft sand. It goes back and forth between fun scrambles and sloggy bits.
Pavla and Sooz express the range of emotions encountered in peak bagging.
Oh, we're going up there? You first.
If you cut off to the peak too quickly from the saddle you'll find yourself in steep but good rock. If you head a bit further north you'll find sand. We did the rock on the ascent and the sand on the descent - highly recommended.
Rocks below the summit.
David waves down to us from the summit.
On the summit. Here comes sooz!
I don't know why I wore shorts.
Sierra view with a sierra summit beer.
There are very light snow flurries in the air. It's cold and windy. You can see the old road/wash we followed in the valley on the left.
View of the Sierra from the top of Granite.
More storms. Despite the gloomy clouds, we experience very little precip. Some light snow flurries and the occasional drip of rain.
Banner and Ritter.
Parker Lake canyon, Gibbs and Dana. The snow is shockingly sparse for the first weekend in May.
Heading down. We found a delightful little canyon on the side of the peak that reminded us of the Alabama Hills.
Looking back up at the notch that marks the canyon we descended.
Off the peak and heading back down.
Some of the rocks reminded me of the flatirons.
Back at camp we get cleaned up and get a fire going. It's cold! The storms keep rolling through and despite the light precip, thunder and lightning keeps us on our toes. The occasional bit of sun in the distance is reassuring.
At the awesome campsite. Love this spot.
Sun lighting our campsite as the storms move through.
Sunlit rocks and storms.
Amazing weather to experience. Thunder and lightning, yet sun above.
We take an evening stroll from camp and find several signs of native american life among the rocks.
Someone has collected obsidian chips.
We spy wild horses in the distance. In total we counted nine of them, with two babies as part of the herd. So cute!
As we were wandering around and seeing all the obsidian chips, I said, "it wouldn't surprise me to find arrowheads around here!" Pavla immediately responded, "Like this?" and held out her hand.
Sunset from camp
Sunset over Glass Mountain
Stormy skies are clearing just in time for sunset.