TRT Day 7: 20 miles
We got woken up around 10pm when a large group of people showed by at the lake. Flashlights kept penetrating our tent, and I kept hearing someone shout “there are tents RIGHT there!” We had to listen to them for probably an hour as they set up camp, made dinner and talked loudly.
We all woke up in the morning very grumpy, and being the considerate human beings that we are, we didn’t make a racket while we packed up, and left fairly quickly. We did notice, however that an empty bottle of wine was sitting next to one of our neighbor’s tents, and their “bear bag” was hanging about 4 feet off the groud, leaning on the trunk of a tree. I would call that a bear piñata.
We hiked though a pretty meadow called Big Meadow, and lots of day hikers were out. That’s what happens on a Saturday close to a road.
Once we crossed the road, and started climbing again, we lost most of the day hikers. Donner wasn’t feeling great, so we took a long break and I offered him some electrolytes. We were probably all dehydrated, and the lack of sleep didn’t help.
We had a long and steady uphill, which seemed to go on forever. I felt completley sleep deprived. Half way up I started closing my eyes for several steps at a time until I realized that was probably dangerous, and I was on the verge of falling asleep while walking.
We wanted to camp as close to Freel Peak as possible to make a side trip tomorrow morning to reach the top, since it is the tallest peak in the Tahoe Basin.
Luckily, right at the intersection of the Freel Peak trail, we were able to find a couple of small spots to camp.
We all made ramen for dinner and Donner complimented it with an uncooked, day-old hot dog. Our diets are pretty disgusting, I’ll have to admit.
This will be the highest elevation we’re camping at – around 9,700ft roughly. It’s a bit breezy, but hopefully we’ll sleep OK. The sunset was gorgeous, but I was so tired I just wanted to fall asleep.
TRT Day 8: 22 miles
Our alarms were set for 5AM so we could climb Freel Peak (10,881ft) for sunrise. Our intention was to get going by about 5:10AM, leaving our camp set up at the bottom, and hike up the one mile trail to the summit. Unfortunately, that was slightly ambitious, and we didn’t get going till about 5:25AM. Sunrise is right about 6AM these days, so we still had more than half an hour to get to the top.
We headed out with our headlamps shining the way. The summit was nearly a thousand feet up, and having not had breakfast, and being at around 10,000ft already, I quickly lost all steam. I pushed myself to continue as quickly as possible, against the will of my aching legs, and wheezing lungs. The trail was much steeper than almost any part of either the Tahoe Rim Trail or the Pacific Crest Trail, with many steps and steep sections of deep sand that allowed each step to slide half way back down again. I let John and Donner pass me so that they could maybe make it to the top for sunrise, since I could tell I was unlikely to make it at my pace.
I made the mistake of blowing my nose, and even though it was still dark, I could tell I had just created a massive nose bleed. I kept wiping my nose on my bandana as I huffed and puffed up the mountain.
I saw John waiting for me close to the summit, and he shouted words of encouragement. Donner was already at the top and also shouted that sunrise was moments away. I pushed harder, but I could tell by my wheezing breath that I was having an asthma attack. Normally I would stop, but I didn’t and pushed to the top seconds before the sun crested over the ridge. I gasped for air, and John tried to get me to breath deeply, but until I calmed down, it was almost pointless.
When I had my wits about me again, I admired where we were: on top of the world with the most beautiful lighting. It was windy and my bandana looked like I had killed a small animal on the way up, but at least my nose bleed had mostly stopped.
We spent about 20 minutes watching the sunlight touch distant mountains, and the mountain we were on was casting a giant shadow down the valley. Although the climb had been the hardest part of this trail so far, the reward was also the greatest.
Eventually, we climbed down, and once back at the gap, we packed up camp and hiked on. We descended to Star Lake where we met the first other counter clockwise TRT hiker, named Amethyst. She was on day 17 and taking it very slow. We chatted for a while, and while we were chatting, a group of runners stopped to collect water. One of them was in the middle of trying to run the entire trail in 4 days. So on one side of us was someone completing the trail in double the number of das we were, and on the another was someone who was completing it in half. Funny.
I decided to have Ramen for breakfast since I thought I probably needed the salt.
We continued to descend, and the day grew very warm. We stopped by streams and got our shirts wet, and John decided the Ramen was a good idea, and soaked some for himself. Donner quickly followed suit.
We eventually got to the last water source for the next 17 miles, and decided to take a very very long break. It was unbearably hot. The stream was at the bottom of the downhill and we didn’t want to start climbing again until it cooled off. We sat by the creek and drank water, slapping the occasional mosquito. Along came several other hikers – one of which was a clockwise hiker named Song and Dance, and another was a counter clockwise hiker named Dog Man, along with his dog. Another counter clockwise hiker!!! The second one today, and only the second one of the whole trip.
We all decided to all have more Ramen and call it dinner.
At 5PM, we finally moved on. I was full of energy, having eaten quite a lot of food at our breaks (mostly Ramen). We headed uphill and hiked at quite a decent pace until we found a place to camp, only 10 or so miles out from Spooner Summit where we started this whole thing.
Day 9: 10 miles
I woke up excited to get to town. Mostly for a shower, but also for some food that wasn’t Ramen.
We only had 10 miles to hike, and we got going quite quickly. The trail climbed up to some magnificent views of Lake Tahoe and right at the top of the hill there was a wooden bench that trail maintainers either built or carried up to this spot. Not many benches have a view this good!
Not far from the bench we saw Dog Man with his dog “Fox” (Fox was the dog’s trail name, his real name was Pepper). I asked if I could get a picture of him, and he posed proudly with his dog on his shoulders.
Before we knew it, we got down to Spooner Summit Trail head where we started just 8 days and a few hours ago. 175 miles done, and another amazing thru-hike ticked off the list!
We sat by some smelly toilets that weren’t open due to COVID and assessed the situation. We definitely smelled objectionable, and we needed a ride into Carson City. We contemplated changing into other clothes, but all in all we didn’t have many other clothes to change into. I found a small bottle of tea tree oil in my pack, which carries a strong smell, and Donner got very excited and started spreading it around himself like perfume. That seemed to be a good way of masking our scent.
We considered trying to hitchhike, but decided that trying to get an Uber was probably a safer bet, and so 15 minutes later we were in a car with a teacher who was lamenting about having to return to school with a bunch of kids. He was a Physical Education teacher, and had no idea how he was supposed to conduct such a class safely. I certainly can understand that parents, especially those who work full time, need to get their kids out of the house. But teachers, especially in high risk groups are having to put themselves in quite a hazardous position. I certainly didn’t have the answers.
We got dropped off in town, and wandered into a nearby McDonalds and got ice cream. It was nice to eat something cold in the heat of the day. As we savored our first taste of civilization, I went about calling hotels to find the cheapest one in Carson City. Trust me, hikers don’t need anything fancy. When you’ve been calling any flat spot in the dirt home each night, anything with running water feels like a luxury.
Soon we checked into this crummy hotel I found and started getting excited for taking showers. I washed layer after layer of dirt off of my body. When I got out of the shower, Donner pointed out that there were was buck shot embedded in the wall next to our bed.
We then climbed into the grubby hotel pool, which was roughly the size of a large hot tub, situated right next to a dumpster. We watched the occasional piece of trash blow out of the dumpster and float towards the pool. Beyond the dumpster, a barbed-wire fence caught the remaining flying garbage.
“I’m not sure we actually needed to shower first” I said, admiring the peeling paint, and dirt floating in the pool.
Somebody had made the effort to spray-paint the fence around the pool with black paint, but in the process, they had spray-painted a tree and part of the dumpster as well. I guessed this was probably the response to a bad online review.
Once we were completely pruney, we headed back inside, and dealt with our laundry, food and packing for the next couple of days. Our plan is to check out Donner Summit and attempt to climb Donner Peak. Donner got his trail name out East on the Appalachian Trail, and had never made the pilgrimage to the area where the Donner Party famously resorted to cannibalism while getting stranded during a particularly brutal winter storm.
We heard a rattling sound outside in the parking lot.
“Do you think that’s a broken down car, or just an empty can rolling down the parking lot?” John asked.
Donner cracked open the door. “It’s a can rolling down the parking lot.” He answered.
Days 10-11 (PCT Side Trips)
I slept like a baby and woke up the next morning ready for the next adventure.
Looking at the map, Donner Peak does not have a trail to the summit, but the Mount Judah trail, which creates a short loop with the Pacific Crest Trail comes quite close, so we figured we would just hike off-trail to the summit.
We met up with Jenna, who works for Big City Mountaineers, the organization we raised money for as part of this hike. She wanted to take some video footage of us, since she lived nearby so that they could help promote similar fundraising events to what we did. We were glad to help.
We didn’t tell her in advance that we’d be scrambling to the top of Donner Peak, not knowing if there was a social-trail to the summit, but we figured that if she worked in the outdoor industry, she’d probably be up for it.
We met Jenna at the trail head. She was young, and the type of California girl who says things like “rad” and “stoked” a lot. We chatted about the outdoor industry and the work that she was doing with Big City Mountaineers.
Once we got close to Donner Peak, the scramble up was well worn, and quite fun. Nothing like bushwhacking to summits on the East Coast. From the top, we got views of Donner Lake along with nearby ski resorts.
We decided the next course of action would be going for a swim in Donner Lake. The water was not too cold, but the breeze was chilly, and we didn’t stay in too long.
Once we parted ways with Jenna, we headed north on the Pacific Crest Trail from Interstate 80, so as to camp for the night. We were aiming for a Sierra Club hut, which was only about 3 miles in.
Along the way we met a couple who also looked like they were planning to camp out. I asked them what their plan was, and they told us that they were going to camp out to watch the Meteor Shower. We hadn’t realized that there even was a Meteor shower, so it was serendipitous that I even asked.
We made plans to wake up in the middle of the night to view the show.
When we got to the hut there was a single man who was camped in the loft of the hut and we decided to camp out. The hut was quite nice, somewhat similar to the hut we saw at Richardson Lake, but maybe even nicer.
The night was cold, and at 1AM I woke up to pee, and decided to wake up John and Donner. We dragged our sleeping bags out and laid down on some rocks with a clear view of the sky. We spent about an hour staring at the sky watching shooting stars whiz by every minute or so.
In the morning, we headed back to I-80, and the gentleman who had stayed in the hut asked us if we could give him a ride to Truckee. We agreed based on the fact that he had a mask, and we could roll the windows down for the short drive into town.
Before we headed back to the airpot, we made one final stop at In N’ Out Burger, our favorite fast-food joint on the West Coast. We don’t have anything like it back home, and soon we will have no excuses for eating fast-food.
Just to solidify our Ramen obsession on this trip, we decided to eat a Ramen dinner in the airport between flights.
I’m finishing up this blog on the flight home, but I’m planning to write another blog soon about my final thoughts on the Tahoe Rim Trail with some advice, some thoughts on starting/ending points and direction. Stay tuned!