Winter Snowshoe Mount Baird, ID April 23-24 2016

Winter Snowshoe Mount Baird, ID

I have a list of things I want to experience in life at least once. I routinely check items off this list and sometimes put them back on if I enjoy it enough. Scuba diving, learned, disliked it, took it off my list, rappelling, learned, loved it, do it when I can. Some experiences I have mixed feelings about, road biking. I LOVE riding a bike, I sincerely dislike riding on the road, it is boring and drivers are CRAZY. They truly scare the shit out of me. I avoid road riding but, will on occasion ride my bike on the road. One thing I have wanted to try is camping in the snow. I have snowshoed up a mountain and stayed in a gorgeous cabin in Colorado but that is warm. Specifically, I want to build a snow cave and sleep in the snow cave, that is cold. When the iHike group in Idaho Falls posted a trip to hike up Mount Baird, build snow caves and spend the night, I enthusiastically signed up.

I have also been working on purchasing better, lighter gear, for backpacking and was pretty proud of myself for getting my pack under 40 lbs, with winter gear included. This is my ninth backpacking trip, if you count my two bikepacking trips, I am up to 11 total overnight trips, one of those being when I was 10ish, with my best friend and her Dad in the Uintah’s. I don’t even remember packing for that trip, just eating really delicious fresh trout for breakfast. I am learning what I really need, what I can do without, and how to pack it all. Still trying to figure out what layers are best to take with me in terms of weight and warmth.

My goal with my last bikepacking trip was to make the process of packing easier and I am pleased to say, that I was not up until 3AM gathering and packing all of my items. I did get a respectable 7 hours of sleep. I wasn’t very hungry when I woke up and only ate a bowl of cream of wheat and two pieces of bacon. Then proceeded to trim my pack of unnecessary gear and food to get the total weight under 40 lbs.  

We met at Dave’s house at 11AM, I should have brought a sandwich because I started getting hungry before we left his house. The trailhead for Mount Baird is up Little Elk Creek road off of HWY 26 between mile marker 390 and 391. We arrived at the trailhead about 2PM. Mount Baird is 10,025 feet tall, the highest peak in Bonneville County and the Snake River Range, which is part of the Caribou-Targhee National Forest. From the trailhead, it is 4.5 miles to the summit, with an elevation gain of approximately 4,200 feet. The 6 of us (Dave, Paul, Joe, Chris, Megan and I) started hiking 30 minutes after our arrival, my stomach growled at me.

It wasn’t long before we decided to put our snowshoes on. We would hike for a bit in a small field of snow, then over the tops of rocks, then back into the snow, this repeated until we started up a trail on the left side of the canyon. This path was mostly clear of snow until higher up however, it was rather muddy.

I use to have really good hiking boots but they died in some canyon in Southern Utah and I haven’t needed to replace them since moving to Idaho, as the bulk of my outdoor play involves riding bikes. Two years ago when I went looking for good snow boots I ran into the same problem I had in Southern Utah. Retail stores believe only petite women like to play in the outdoors. I was flat out told in an Idaho outdoor store they don’t ever carry women’s size 10 boots; but they would happily order them for me. Thanks, I can do that myself, sadly, cheaper than you. I did end up buying a pair at Sportsman’s Warehouse, cute as can be with fur around the top. I wasn’t sure how far we would hike on a dry trail before hitting snow, these cute fury boots are bulky, heavy, waterproof, and come up mid-calf (good for keeping snow off my ankles).  Or, I had a pair of Sorrel’s, I picked up in Utah, and used for winter fatbiking. These boots fit inside my pack and are 2 lbs lighter than my cute fur top boots; they do a good job of keeping my feet warm, but are not waterproof, which I am not really sure matters considering how much my feet sweat hiking in a boot designed to keep your feet warm. I was really worried about blisters and sore feet, neither choice seemed good for hiking a mountain in. Surprisingly, the Sorrel’s were far more comfortable than I imagined they would be, hiking up I had zero hot spots. Wish I could say that for the hike down.

We slowly picked our way up the mountain, I was the slowest. Navigating the mud was tricky as my boots were not made for mud hiking. I heard the group ahead of me call out to the mountains. A few seconds later I thought I heard another call from down canyon, but decided I was wrong and it was just the group ahead of me again.  It wasn’t long before Paul came bounding past me. He was in Driggs when we started hiking, he has so much energy and literally bounces everywhere he goes. I have decided he his Tigger. Paul caught up to us 2 hours and 15 min after we started hiking. Shortly after Paul joined us, we stopped for a small break, as we stood around chatting it begin to lightly snow. We pulled on our rain gear and continued on. 

We started up the steepest part of the hike around 5:30PM. By the time we reached this point, I was STARVING! 

Breakfast was long gone, on the hike to this point, I had only eaten two Lara bars and a Kind bar. I really thought we would have a lunch break. This is what I am use to when hiking, but we only took quick stops. Not enough time for me to sit down dig through my pack and find my lunch. This steep section really didn’t look like it would take very long to hike, I figured just a little longer and I could have dinner. However, this section just about kicked my ass. I would take 5 slow steps forward and my foot on the downhill side would slip backwards and off the trail making me fall all the way to my knees. I would fight to push me and the pack up, then proceed another 5 steps to repeat this process all over again. Sometimes I would make it up to 20 steps before this happened, I must have fallen at least 30+ times, no exaggeration! I can’t say that I have ever tried to snowshoe something this steep. The snow consistency made my trek upwards arduous. I tried to use my poles to help keep better balance and keep from falling all the way to my knees, but when I would plant them on either side of me they would get stuck underneath the snow and I would have to tug hard on the poles to get them out. To complicate things further, every time I fell, the packs weight would pull to the downhill side, I was a little worried that the pack was going to cause me to go rolling down the hill. What sight that would be, as snow packed around me, legs and arms flailing, as I became an out of control ball of snow. 

I fell a few more times, heaved myself and pack to an upright position and looked toward my destination. I couldn’t even see the top or anyone else, my spirits sank. I had moved past the growling stomach stage to just the dull ache in your gut because you are too hungry; my hands were freezing because my gloves were in my pack and it was too much work to pull the pack off and find gloves; I was sick of falling down. This is where I had that conversation with myself as few tears rolled down my cheek.

Yes, you could easily roll down the hill and be at the bottom in a matter of minutes. The easy way out. Why, why do you do this to yourself? I don’t know… I just do, again and again. I challenge myself because I get bored sitting at home, doing the same things over and over. I think, I like taking myself to the point I almost can’t stand it anymore and pushing past the break point. All I know, is that you only get where you are going, one step at a time, even if you slip and fall down, you pick yourself up and keep going. It is the only thing I really know how to do. There have only been a few challenges in my life, that I felt were no longer worth pursuing and let go.  Today was not one of them. 

As I plugged along I could see the group standing around near a group of trees waiting for a visual on me. When I reached the group, Dave could tell I was struggling. He broke my rule, of course he doesn’t know my rule. If I ever look like I am not coping, or struggling or whatever it is that prompts you to ask me “Are you okay?” Don’t, just don’t ever ask those three words. It is the key that unlocks the flood gates. You will end up with a blubbering mess that you truly don’t want to deal with. Actually, that I don’t want to deal with. It is better to just smack me and say “pull yourself together.”  Leave it at that. I did, sort of, let him know that I was still standing and moving in forward motion and as long as that was happening I was doing good enough. I kept proceeding up the mountain and Dave and the rest of the group fell in behind me. Dave was way too chipper for how much energy I was exerting during this short hike and kept asking me questions. I just took a step to the side and waved him along. He protested, I insisted, followed by “You are chatty and ask too many questions, I am perfectly happy hiking in silence.” I tried to be sweet and funny as I said this as to not offend. There were a few chuckles from the rest of the group and they all marched past. I continued in my silence. At this point I started counting my steps to 100 and would rest, 100 steps and rest. I could finally see the stopping point. Two and half hours after snapping a picture of Megan as we started up the steepest section, I snapped a picture of my frozen pack, after dropping it to the ground. That is fucking ridiculous! That is all I have to say about that. I think I am embarrassed. I made it, I guess that is all that matters.

It was windy on the ridge and I was starting to chill off fast. I set about getting my tent set up. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how I was going to stake out the tent. Dave came over to check on me and offered to show me how to stake the tent in snow, I gladly accepted his help. After the tent was set up I changed into warmer gear than headed over to the kitchen area, where Ross had started melting snow to fill empty water bottles and rehydrate dinners. After I ate my dinner I started to feel humane again. We stood around talking and stomping are feet to stay warm. Dave shared some blueberry gin concoction and Ross boiled more water for a hot Jello drink, delightful! Dave, Ross, Joe and Paul all slept under the overhang where they had tried to dig a snow cave. Megan and Chris had a tent, and I had my tent. I wanted to snap some pictures of us at dinner but found it too much effort to retrieve my camera before we all retired to bed.

I was shivering as I crawled into my sleeping bag. To keep my boots from freezing they were tossed into a bag and shoved to the bottom of my of the bag along with my water bottle and camera. My hair was wet and frozen from sweating while hiking. I tried to brush it out and dry it with a small towel I had. No such luck, I finally managed to comb it into a ponytail on top of my head, that I secured into a make shift bun with a hair band and pulled my beanie over the top of it. I was sure I would just fall to sleep from sheer exhaustion, but my feet were too cold, even with good wool socks on they felt like ice cubes. I finally pulled out the hand warmers I brought and tucked them into the toes of my socks. It helped a bit. I still shivered most of the night but slept off and on. My legs cramped from time to time, I did not drink enough water on the hike up, the worst was when my inner thigh on my right leg would cramp. The wind picked up and mentally that made me colder so I put my ear plugs in. With all that I managed to get a few fitful winks of sleep.

I woke up at 6:30 AM. Poked my head out to see one big monotone disorienting white world, with visibility no further than Chris and Megan’s tent, gawd I had to pee. I laid there for a little bit longer trying to muster the desire to get out of the sleeping bag. I was 100% sure I was making no attempt to finish hiking up Mount Baird, my goal of sleeping in a tent in the snow was complete, the snow cave would have to wait indefinitely. My legs ached and I was content to hike down the mountain by myself, giving the group a better chance at completing the goal. The rest of the group talked about finishing up the Mount Baird hike, the conditions were not ideal and in the end they decided it was best to head back down with me.

We had camp cleaned up and ready to head out by 9:30 AM. Hiking down was much easier than cursing my way up. I had fun sliding down on my butt when it was steep enough. I took it easy hiking downhill because I do have a knee that gives me trouble, so once again I was the slow one. My boots started rubbing my pinky toes the wrong way as I hiked downhill. I am certain I will lose the nail on both pinky toes. If it wasn’t for that annoyance the boots would have been perfect. The rest of the hike was pretty uneventful.

What would I change?

• I will be buy better boots. As of last night (5 days later) I did lose one pinky toenail already.
• Eat a better breakfast and lunch before starting a snowshoe trip at 2PM.
• Consumables:

1. I won’t include a beer; it was not desirable as I stood around shivering. I shall save that treat for normal backpacking and bikepacking trips.  
2. Conveniently pack snacks, and more snacks for hiking uphill.
3. Buy a 2-liter water bottle; I did not drink enough water hiking up. I only consumed one liter because I chose not to use a water bladder, I had my dromedary bag full of water but again, as with food, I never stopped to fill my water bottle up.

• Longer snowshoes, I am sure that my weight plus the weight of the pack exceeded the recommended carrying capacity. I have two options here:

1. Longer snowshoes or,
2. Lose weight and get in better shape.

• Bring a liner for between the sleeping pad and my sleeping bag. My bag is rated 15F and the sleeping pad R4.5. But I naturally sleep cold. I think the thin matt I have used in the past with my other sleeping pad would have been perfect for this trip. But I forgot I had the thin pad until I was shivering that night.
• Shave my head bald….. okay realistically I probably won’t do that. Sleeping with wet hair in freezing temperatures did not help me to stay warm.  I am not sure how to combat this one. Thanks to genetics I have ridiculously thick hair that soaks up every ounce of sweat.

However, the number one thing I would change is, to stop being stubborn! Honestly, I needed to not worry about how much further behind the group I was falling. I needed to take the pack off, fill my water bottle up, take a good long sip, and eat lunch. This would have given me the energy I needed to deal with sliding backwards over and over again. I was falling further and further behind or holding the group up and I hate that. I hate being the weak link. It happens from time to time, sometimes I am the stronger one, and sometimes I am just not. I was tired and struggling with the concept of pulling my pack off and digging through everything when it was cold, wet, and wind blowing. I just wanted to keep moving. I think I was a little worried that if I actually stopped I wouldn’t start again.  I just kept thinking, it isn’t that much further, and it wasn’t. But lack of energy and snowshoeing with a 40 lb pack up a steep hill, made it a more difficult hike than if I were on dry ground.

There you have my first experience camping in a tent in winter conditions. Will I do it again? Under the right circumstances, probably. As I have proven time and time again I secretly like the sufferfest adventures. Besides I still need to build a snow cave and sleep inside, there will be at least ONE more winter camping adventure in my future. 

Bikepacking Yellowstone April 2016

Bikepacking Yellowstone April 2016

Every spring after the roads have been cleared of snow and before the park opens its gates to auto travel, you can ride your bike on certain roads in Yellowstone. The plan was to meet at Dave’s house at 7:00 AM. Most of the riders were going for a day ride but a few of us the goal was to ride from the West entrance over to Mammoth approximately 50 miles. Google maps says 48.2 from the West Yellowstone Visitors Center to Mammoth Campground. Two SAG wagon drivers Nicholas and Cheradan would transport gear from Idaho Falls over to Mammoth but of course they had to go the long way as the road through Yellowstone was closed to cars.

I chose to be self-supported and use this as an opportunity to dial in my packing and gear needs for trips this summer. This would be my second bikepacking trip and over the winter I bought several new pieces of gear; Sierra Designs sleeping bag, Big Agnes Insulated Q-Core sleep pad, Big Agnes Copper Spur UL2 mtnGLO tent, Revelates Picca seat bag, top tube bag and feed bag. True to my first bikepacking adventure I was up until 3:00AM getting everything together. Once I was satisfied with my selection and packing arrangements I set my alarm for 6:00AM. I was excited!!

Everything I think I will need.

I woke up 5 min before my alarm went off, but was in no hurry to get out of bed. Three hours of sleep is just not enough. I rolled out of bed by 6:15 AM, dressed, loaded my bike and gear into the car. Worried I would be late, I stopped by McDonald’s and grabbed breakfast. At Dave’s we waited for everyone to arrive, he gave instruction on what to expect, we determined who was carpooling with who. The group left Dave’s house around 9:00 AM arriving in West Yellowstone about 11:00AM. Temperatures for the park that day were in the low 50’s with 40% chance of rain in Mammoth. It was cold as we stood in the Visitor Center parking lot getting ready. We rolled out around 11:30 AM. Not too shabby for a group of 18.

Piper loaded and ready to go.

Waiting to roll out. 

Last minute repairs. 

photo taken by Dave McGrath

I knew I would not be fast. I fully expected to be the last person rolling into camp that night, but I knew I could make it before the sun went down. I guessed I would average about 10 miles per hour, my ETA for Mammoth was 5 PM. What a fabulous opportunity to enjoy a National Park without the masses and traffic. The day was perfect for riding, not too hot and not too cold once I started Pipers wheels rolling. I received many curious looks from cyclists proceeding in the opposite direction. Suprised several riders when I passed them, as the fattires have a very satisfying rumble when in motion. I was told I sounded just like a car.

Our group of 18 spread out quickly as everyone settled into their preferred pace. Only 8 out of the 18 would ride all the way to Mammoth. Dave and Sharon on the tandem bike, Amanda snapping lots of pictures along the way, Ross enjoying the ride and whoever’s company was convenient, Paul chasing after Speedy Gonzales (Jonathan) and The Road Runner (Brianna), then me on Piper slow and steady. Besides at the beginning, the only time I saw Speedy Gonzales and Road Runner was after they doubled back to check on the groups progress finding us at Iron Springs, then camp that night. Shortly after leaving Iron Springs Ross, chose to ride my pace and keep me company for a spell.

Elk

More Elk

Bike-selfie

Terrace Springs

Gibbons Falls

Quick Pit Stop

Iron Springs (Only time I saw Brianna and Jonathan)

photo by Amanda

 As we climbed up and out of Norris Geyser Basin we encountered several cyclist traveling the opposite direction that were dressed in costume or in very psychedelic outfits. All of them in great spirits, turns out they were from Missoula, MT and they were riding from Mammoth to West to spend the night. My favorite costume was the red lobster with a cape. Ross and I pulled over at Roadside Springs to stretch our legs and eat lunch. As we ate lunch and enjoyed the continuous parade of Missoula cyclists. A plain dressed couple on bikes road by, as the guy looked us over and did a double take of my fatbike, he said “You see the strangest people around here!” Ross and I both bust up laughing! I guess in his world it is not acceptable to wear a costume while riding your bike and certainly not acceptable to be on a fatbike. I think my favorite aspect of this trip were the many comments I received regarding my fatbike. Yes, I am crazy, I do know this. I think next time I will wear a costume while riding the fatbike through Yellowstone.

Crab Man from Missoula 

Roadside Springs.... LUNCH!!!

Back on the bike I passed Roaring Mountain by 4:15 PM, and reached the start of Kingsman Pass 45 minutes later.  One thing I don’t doubt, is how sturdy and stable Piper is on the downhill, even loaded with gear. Still, I kept the speed reasonable but passed the closed gates 6 minutes and 42 seconds after I started downhill. I found Paul waiting in the parking-lot just past the closed gates. We waited for the rest than rode to the campground arriving at 5:25 PM. It took me 5 hours and 45 minutes to go 50 miles from West Yellowstone to Mammoth. I averaged 8.5 miles per hour.

Camp

My new tent. Good so far. 

As we pulled into the campground we could not find Speedy Gonzales or The Road Runner and the SAG wagons were absent.  A quick pass through camp turned up nothing. SAG wagons should have been there, especially the other two cyclists. We didn’t see any of them as we passed through Mammoth. It was a little disappointing, as we were expecting our recovery drinks. I did have cell service, spotty, but was able to send out a text letting the drivers know we had arrived. I set up my tent and had a snack. Soon the SAG wagon showed up and our restless bunch begin to settle in for the night. Dave and Sharon made delicious beans and rice dinner. While dinner cooked, some of us checked out the Boiling River, it was a rather interesting soak. I can’t say that I really like this hot spring, either your buns are burning or your freezing your toes off. It is hard to find the “perfect spot”, in fact if you announce you have, you are sure to be scorched before you complete your sentence, and then promptly frozen out of your “perfect spot”. Regardless of the erratic temperatures it sure felt good to rinse off all of the sweat and salt and just relax for a bit. In a hiking book I recently read, it said that the Boiling River Trail is on the 45^th Parallel, this means you are standing exactly half way between the North Pole and the Equator. After the river soak we gobbled up dinner but decided to hold off on making the peach cobbler until breakfast.

Boiling River. 

Beans and Rice! Delicious. 

Not sure when exactly I crawled into my sleeping bag, but it wasn’t long before I was zonked out. I did wake up in the early morning shivering a bit. I remember thinking “put your puffy on” but fell back asleep before I could muster the energy to do anything about being cold. Next time I woke up it was around 4:00 AM when I heard a shriek from the tent next to me, followed by lots and lots of laughter! I had ear plugs in, and still this startled me right out of my perfect slumber. Not exactly sure what happened, but at least there was laughter, I walked to the bathroom and back. The noise carrying on the entire time, so as I walked past the tent I told them they were noisy. They were good neighbors and quieted down.

Around 7:00 AM I woke up and made me some coffee, a couple of elk were munching on grass in the camp across the way. Dave busied himself with making steel cut oats and when the dutch oven was cleaned out, I assembled the peach cobbler. Sharon made several pots of coffee. Breakfast was delicious.

Early morning visitors.

Waiting for the peach cobbler to cook. 

I knew it would take me longer to ride back to West Yellowstone than it took for me to get to Mammoth, after packing my bike I made sure my help was not needed in camp. I set off around 10:30 AM, layered up because it was quiet cold and overcast. I stopped at the general store to adjust my layers. Getting Piper and gear up the hill warms a girl up fast. I snapped a picture of Piper and Liberty Cap at 11:00 AM. As I continued up the hill Speedy Gonzales and The Road Runner flew by me, I wouldn’t see them again until dinner that night. They waited 3 hours for us to make it back to West Yellowstone. I made it to the top of the big climb, pedaling the entire way by Noon! What took me less than 10 minutes to bomb down took me a full hour to climb up. I snapped a couple pictures with Sharon and Dave and left them while they waited for the rest of the crew to come up the hill. They all caught up with me at Apollinaris Springs, where we snacked before continuing on.  I stopped briefly at Roaring Mountain to find a little girls room, and turn on some music, I needed motivation to keep my legs pumping the cranks. As I sailed through Norris Geyser Basin, a small group of the returning Missoula cyclists cheered me on with barley recovery drinks thrust in the air. I might have stopped and asked for a recovery drink but I didn’t want to sacrifice any gravity fed momentum at this point, because there was one more good climb ahead.

Top of Kingsman Pass photo by Dave McGrath

At the Gibbons Falls parking lot, Dave and Sharon were taking a little break, talking to a father son duo, as I pulled up a longside, the father said good bye and they headed back towards the West entrance. I got Piper rolling and zoomed past the two. A few minutes later when I hit an uphill and Piper slowed down to our usual turtle crawl, they caught up to me. The father said “Holy shit, I did not know a fatbike could go that fast. You passed us like we were standing still and we could not catch up to you.” I smiled at him. “Downhill is my favorite” was my reply. He asked me all about the gear I was carrying and they both seemed interested in the idea of bikepacking. But then who wouldn’t be!

As they pulled ahead, I could feel my motivation to stay on the bike decline severely. Sharon and Dave pulled up next to me, Sharon expressed that she was ready for the ride to be over. I agreed. We planned on eating lunch at Terrace Springs and wait for Ross, Amanda, and Paul. They detoured to Norris Geyser knowing it would take me longer and they could catch up. Dave, Sharon and I arrived at Terrace Springs by 3:30 PM. We were probably there for about 20 min before they joined us. We ate and then passed out on the board walk! It felt good laying there in the sun. The temp was almost cold enough you wanted a thin pullover on, but warm moist air would waft off the springs gently rolling over us. It felt like a comfy blanket being laid on top of you as you drifted off to sleep. Who else can say they have slept on the boardwalks in Yellowstone! Unthinkable in the tourist season.

Terrace Springs

Nap Time!

We were back on the road by 4:40 PM. One last group together where Dave took a picture with the Bison in the background and I begged for pain killers, Paul gave me two 500 mg Motrin because my sit bones could not sit any longer. At this point everyone was done with this ride and they all took off toward the gate leaving me to pedal it out on my own. I detoured onto Riverside Drive, thinking this would make the view more interesting, I was very glad I was on the fatbike because the road still had a small accumulation of snow-pack to navigate.

Drugs please! photo by Dave McGrath

 photo by Dave McGrath

photo by Dave McGrath

The last 20 minutes were excruciating. I knew I was close to the end but really had no idea how close. My ass had gone beyond being numb, back to extremely painful. My legs were too tired to stand up and ride, I wanted to get off and walk, but that would take longer than just telling all of it to shut up and pedal dammit! I had had it. I took a few really big deep breaths, and I told myself, three more songs, in three more songs you will see that gate. I closed my eyes to block out the pain, opened them and kept a steady pedaling pace, one song, two songs, every corner that came into view I would think "around that corner I will see the gate." I had passed the sign letting me know I was in Montana. The thing is, I was really quiet happy, It had been a fantastic two days. It was just at this moment I was hurting, I was hungry, I was tired. This is never a good combination, you are guaranteed to have a Chere’ meltdown and I almost did. As I tried harder not to cry I started to hyperventilate. But hallefuckinglujah there was the gate!

Within 30 feet of crossing the gate my music died as if on cue with the end of the third song. I was then greeted by my fellow cyclist singing me a victory song as I crossed under their hand bridge! 7 hours and 45 minutes after starting that morning I was done. Not only did my music die on cue, but so did the GoPro. 

WE MADE IT!!!!  photo by Dave McGrath

West Yellowstone to Mammoth		Mammoth to West Yellowstone
Departure	11:30 AM	Departure	10:30 AM
Madison Junction	1:00 PM	Liberty Cap	11:00 AM
Terrace Springs		Top of Kingman Pass	12:00 PM
Gibbons Falls	1:30 PM	Apollinaris Springs (Snack)	12:50 PM
Iron Springs	2:15 PM	Roaring Mountain	1:45 PM
Norris Basin	3:00 PM	Norris Basin	2:20 PM
Roadside Springs (Lunch)	3:30 PM	Iron Springs	3:00 PM
Roaring Mountain	4:15 PM	Gibbons Falls	3:20 PM
Obsidian Cliffs	4:30 PM	Terrace Springs (Lunch and NAP!!)	3:30 PM
Top of Kingman Pass	5:00 PM	Madison Junction	5:00 PM
Closed Gate	5:06 PM	Riverside Drive	5:50 PM
Mammoth Campground	5:25 PM	West Entrance	6:15 PM

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