Brooks Range Day 10: Solo on Confusion Creek
Got a nice long restful sleep. But I was bummed to realize when packing up that I really truly have only three days of food left, and the store, which isn't too great to resupply from anyway, is closed today (Sunday). Guess I'm finishing midday Tuesday!
I set out on my solo loop up Contact Creek and down Confusion Creek. I checked in with Amy one last time (the Starlink connection was still open) and asked her to move up my Wright Air Services flight back to Fairbanks so that I (a) won't be starving and bored and (b) so that I won't smell awful on my Thursday afternoon flight from Fairbanks to Reno.
I saw some folks headed towards the ranger station and started up a conversation, turns out they were the researchers we saw yesterday, and they were doing bird counting. I tried to ID the most common bird I've heard so far by its call, his best guess was tree swallow (ironic because there are no trees here).
I finally got moving and headed out of town up Contact Creek. I took a break for breakfast and realized that I couldn't find my spoon, and I had probably thrown it away after finishing the pint of Ben & Jerry's I had for dinner last night. Oops! I tested eating my morning cereal with my potty trowel (I cleaned it!) and it worked fine, so I didn't go back the mile to town for a glorious dumpster dive spoon saving expedition.
Looking at the contour lines I veered off from Contact Creek and ascended a different fork with a lower, gentler climb to the divide around 5500 feet. It went excellently, with great footing. There was a big snow field at the top, but as usual, the snow was very soft, with little to no risk of a bad fall. It was raining a little as I climbed, but the views to the north were excellent. The mountains basically end, and all there is to the north is the Arctic!
I walked the ridge that is the Divide for a bit (first time I've done that at all this trip) and descended a ridge that would take me further down the Confusion Creek drainage--figuring that the ridge walking would surely be less boggy than the creek drainage. While this was true, the ridge was a bit crappier rock than I'd hoped, so I eventually just veered off onto grassy and snowy slopes, and it all worked out.
A bit of downstream walking on good terrain (no brush whatsoever, and decently hard ground covered in the white flowers that usually indicate good walking) and I set up camp at around 3000 feet.
On my own up Contact Creek |
Last crossing of the Divide, in the rain, with ridge walking |
Looking north, where there's nothing left but tundra |
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