Fish Fork Canyoneering
Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 11:29 pm
I'm no good at writing trip reports. I'm kinda sick of it. I'd rather read than write.
I'll keep it simple. Zach wanted to check out Fish Fork, which runs from the base of the north face of Baldy west to its confluence with East Fork SGR. I wanted to go with, so badabing badaboom, off we went.
We started near Lupine CG, I think, near the base of the Slide Zone face on Pine Mtn. Hiked in to Upper Fish Fork CG. Beautiful area, very clean!!!! We started our trip down canyon and met our first waterfall and rappel a while down. I don't remember how far, far enough I guess.
Absolutely beautiful.
We rapped off two sets of oooooold webbing.
We then reached a lagoon awhile later.
Then, even more while later, it was getting dark. I shoulda slowed down and we shoulda picked a bivy spot, but I wanted to get as far down the cyn as possible.
The last sight of the day, a series of waterfalls.
Zach and I turned back and we started looking for a suitable bivy spot. Zach found one up a hill, and we settled in.
In the morning, we went to that series of waterfalls.
That's an old static rope stuck in there.
What's left of said rope
Zach on rap
Awesome pothole
We came across another set of falls.
And another
Then it levelled out for awhile, with lots of low growth and whatnot.
Then we reached the biggest falls. I was motivated until I kept checking it out.
Old webbing
The top
I felt incredibly uneasy about this one. I went down first, and our 60m rope made it to the bottom, though I wouldn't suggest a rope any shorter.
Upon reaching the bottom, I was soaked, wearing my BDU top and bottom, and with a soaked pack that now weighed around 50lbs in the water and not a heck of a lot less out of water. I got off rope in the cold water and tried to swim, but the pack was screwing me up. I removed my pack and tried swimming, but the current was pulling me towards the waterfall. I didn't want my pack to get sucked in and just flail about near the falls. I became exhausted quickly, so I got back on the rope and clipped my pack into a knot I formed on the rope. I set a prussik to hold me in, and made an aid step with another larger knot on the rope below my belay device. I was able to climb up just high enough to get 99% of my body out of the water. The prussik slowly slipped until my ass and back were in the water. Without a chest harness, I couldn't stay up without getting tired., so I would alternate by leaning back, my pack sternum strap clicked in around the rope when I had my pack on. I alternated by clipping the pack to my haul loop on my harness and sitting on my pack, which helped a bit.
By this time I had blown my whistle three times to tell Zach I wasn't OK. I also yelled a lot, expressing the fact that I felt I was quite fucked in my current situation, unable to swim or move beyond my position without basically drowning. We couldn't communicate effectively next to that damn waterfall (no radios, go ahead and grill me about it I don't give a shit). Zach asked if I wanted to call 911 on the SPOT GPS, and I said yes.
The falls. I was stuck on the right side where the wet and dry parts of the wall meet.
Zach left his pack at the top and went into rescue mode, up and over a ridge and around the falls, ending up downstream. He climbed up a rappel and over to me where he swam to grab me and help me. Zach is a very strong swimmer. He pulled me back by the rope and I was able to reach dry land. Zach gave me a huge hug and he was very glad I was OK, though I was incredibly cold, shaking violently, and my skin was turning white at the joints, and my feet were numb. My thoughts were moving real slow. I guess that's hypothermia. Whatever it was, it sucked. Cold as hell, it's called. I changed my clothes into mostly dry layers (thanks to my bivy bag!), and we rapped the thing he climbed up, which was impressive. That's rescue mode!
Exceptionally cold.
What Zach climbed up.
UH1
We hiked to a scree slope, where Zach had descended. I waited there while he hiked back to the top of the falls to retrieve his pack. A Huey rescue helo flew over and I signaled. After a few passes, a Blackhawk spotted me. They lowered their Rescue dude and we communicated and dealt with the cable. Commo was bad between the SAR dude on the ground and the helo, so they lowered too much cable. He sorted it out. My pack was too heavy to be lifted into the helo, so I had a minute to get my wallet, keys, and phone into my Pelican Case.
We clipped in and lifted up. It was pitch black at the time, and we ended up hitting our heads on what I'm assuming was a pine tree pretty high up. It was kinda neat to be in a helo. We got to Brackett Field in P-town in no time flat, going 100 knots in a straight line. Sure beats driving through Azusa. I was very happy to see Zach in the office when I arrived. He apparently got picked up first, as he was on a knife edge ridge in plain view.
Now, we're here. I hope my TR works for you. I enjoy writing, but I can't express any of my thoughts of emotions well using words, which is unendingly frustrating. I know I missed some parts, but that's all part of how my brain works, or doesn't. To be able to tell what happens anywhere at any time, you simply have to be there.
Bottom line, this is a very long canyon. It would've taken us 3 days. We may have started late (on purpose) on day 1, but it still would've taken forever. Since we found ZERO beta/info on this canyon, we went in with what truly belongs in a trip, what planned trips you know everything about lack: the unknown. The unknown is the very f@$%ing soul of an adventure. To do something you know everything about, a million times, doesn't tend to be good for the brain. The brain needs new problems to solve. You can only walk around the block at home so many times before you realize, hey, this shit is boring.
Might not work for everyone, but at least I'm not everyone. I despise doing the same route multiple times.
Anywho, it's a big canyon. Cheers, all. I appreciate the concern for our safety! That's the other big part of mountaineering and stuff... the human element. Caring and friendship, no bullshit.
Here's the gallery: http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/T ... sh%20Fork/
They're in reverse order for whatever reason.
I'll keep it simple. Zach wanted to check out Fish Fork, which runs from the base of the north face of Baldy west to its confluence with East Fork SGR. I wanted to go with, so badabing badaboom, off we went.
We started near Lupine CG, I think, near the base of the Slide Zone face on Pine Mtn. Hiked in to Upper Fish Fork CG. Beautiful area, very clean!!!! We started our trip down canyon and met our first waterfall and rappel a while down. I don't remember how far, far enough I guess.
Absolutely beautiful.
We rapped off two sets of oooooold webbing.
We then reached a lagoon awhile later.
Then, even more while later, it was getting dark. I shoulda slowed down and we shoulda picked a bivy spot, but I wanted to get as far down the cyn as possible.
The last sight of the day, a series of waterfalls.
Zach and I turned back and we started looking for a suitable bivy spot. Zach found one up a hill, and we settled in.
In the morning, we went to that series of waterfalls.
That's an old static rope stuck in there.
What's left of said rope
Zach on rap
Awesome pothole
We came across another set of falls.
And another
Then it levelled out for awhile, with lots of low growth and whatnot.
Then we reached the biggest falls. I was motivated until I kept checking it out.
Old webbing
The top
I felt incredibly uneasy about this one. I went down first, and our 60m rope made it to the bottom, though I wouldn't suggest a rope any shorter.
Upon reaching the bottom, I was soaked, wearing my BDU top and bottom, and with a soaked pack that now weighed around 50lbs in the water and not a heck of a lot less out of water. I got off rope in the cold water and tried to swim, but the pack was screwing me up. I removed my pack and tried swimming, but the current was pulling me towards the waterfall. I didn't want my pack to get sucked in and just flail about near the falls. I became exhausted quickly, so I got back on the rope and clipped my pack into a knot I formed on the rope. I set a prussik to hold me in, and made an aid step with another larger knot on the rope below my belay device. I was able to climb up just high enough to get 99% of my body out of the water. The prussik slowly slipped until my ass and back were in the water. Without a chest harness, I couldn't stay up without getting tired., so I would alternate by leaning back, my pack sternum strap clicked in around the rope when I had my pack on. I alternated by clipping the pack to my haul loop on my harness and sitting on my pack, which helped a bit.
By this time I had blown my whistle three times to tell Zach I wasn't OK. I also yelled a lot, expressing the fact that I felt I was quite fucked in my current situation, unable to swim or move beyond my position without basically drowning. We couldn't communicate effectively next to that damn waterfall (no radios, go ahead and grill me about it I don't give a shit). Zach asked if I wanted to call 911 on the SPOT GPS, and I said yes.
The falls. I was stuck on the right side where the wet and dry parts of the wall meet.
Zach left his pack at the top and went into rescue mode, up and over a ridge and around the falls, ending up downstream. He climbed up a rappel and over to me where he swam to grab me and help me. Zach is a very strong swimmer. He pulled me back by the rope and I was able to reach dry land. Zach gave me a huge hug and he was very glad I was OK, though I was incredibly cold, shaking violently, and my skin was turning white at the joints, and my feet were numb. My thoughts were moving real slow. I guess that's hypothermia. Whatever it was, it sucked. Cold as hell, it's called. I changed my clothes into mostly dry layers (thanks to my bivy bag!), and we rapped the thing he climbed up, which was impressive. That's rescue mode!
Exceptionally cold.
What Zach climbed up.
UH1
We hiked to a scree slope, where Zach had descended. I waited there while he hiked back to the top of the falls to retrieve his pack. A Huey rescue helo flew over and I signaled. After a few passes, a Blackhawk spotted me. They lowered their Rescue dude and we communicated and dealt with the cable. Commo was bad between the SAR dude on the ground and the helo, so they lowered too much cable. He sorted it out. My pack was too heavy to be lifted into the helo, so I had a minute to get my wallet, keys, and phone into my Pelican Case.
We clipped in and lifted up. It was pitch black at the time, and we ended up hitting our heads on what I'm assuming was a pine tree pretty high up. It was kinda neat to be in a helo. We got to Brackett Field in P-town in no time flat, going 100 knots in a straight line. Sure beats driving through Azusa. I was very happy to see Zach in the office when I arrived. He apparently got picked up first, as he was on a knife edge ridge in plain view.
Now, we're here. I hope my TR works for you. I enjoy writing, but I can't express any of my thoughts of emotions well using words, which is unendingly frustrating. I know I missed some parts, but that's all part of how my brain works, or doesn't. To be able to tell what happens anywhere at any time, you simply have to be there.
Bottom line, this is a very long canyon. It would've taken us 3 days. We may have started late (on purpose) on day 1, but it still would've taken forever. Since we found ZERO beta/info on this canyon, we went in with what truly belongs in a trip, what planned trips you know everything about lack: the unknown. The unknown is the very f@$%ing soul of an adventure. To do something you know everything about, a million times, doesn't tend to be good for the brain. The brain needs new problems to solve. You can only walk around the block at home so many times before you realize, hey, this shit is boring.
Might not work for everyone, but at least I'm not everyone. I despise doing the same route multiple times.
Anywho, it's a big canyon. Cheers, all. I appreciate the concern for our safety! That's the other big part of mountaineering and stuff... the human element. Caring and friendship, no bullshit.
Here's the gallery: http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/T ... sh%20Fork/
They're in reverse order for whatever reason.