We wanted to check out South Arrigetch creek, which was the next major drainage to the north, and this creek apparently had a section that Roman Dial called "little California". Since we love paddling in California, we had of course had to check this one out. The first order of business, however, was to do a solid vertical K of climbing out of camp to assume the ridge between the peaks.
base camp, with the lower slopes of "base camp peak" off to the right. |
Trudging up Base Camp Peak |
Looking back down at the Alatna river below |
Those peaks are called The Maidens, and those walls are over 2500 feet high. |
Since we were above tree (bushwack) line, we were able to move quite a bit faster, and quickly got closer to the Maidens
And then it was just a simple walk down to the creek
But as we grew accustomed to saying, Alaska doesn't give itself up easily, and we ended up plunging down a ferocious alder thicket next to a waterfall
But finally found a nice camp
Note the very careful Bear Avoidance technique with our food all of 12 feet from our tent. I smeared bacon grease on my face at night just to make sure... |
and used it as a bit of a rest day. |
Then the rio called. We put on in some opaline water that was a little bony again to start
but eventually picked up and a 200+ foot mi with a bunch of class 4+ rapids gave us some good excitement.
I had no idea that beavers could manipulate the flow of such big rivers, but little dams like this in the right channel had flooded acres of terrain that we had to stumble through
Greg busted out his new Tenkara rod:
and was successful in slaying some Greyling Hawgs:
In fact, everyone got one....except me! Not sure what it is about me and fishing.....But I was glad these guys caught them, because they were meaty and tasty
After the class 4 section the river backed off to a class 2-3 doodle, until it started braiding dramatically in the Alatna floodplain:
and eventually we found ourselves at another great sandbar camp. Again, our stellar bear management ensured that put our tent right on their trail:
that's a smaller version to the left. |
the version to the right was pretty big. |
And those were matched by some large canine's tracks as well! |
The trajectory of South Arrigetch creek put us 10 miles down the Alatna river from our camp, so we needed to get back upstream. From the air as we flew in it looked "fine", but on the ground....it was a thrash fest. It took us 10 hours to go 8 miles.
Summoning up the courage to make the plunge.... |
In deep |
Fully bonked after running out of food on our last push into base camp (I've never worked so hard in flat terrain in my life) we finally made it back into camp, where all we wanted to do was flop down and chill. But again, Alaska doesn't give itself up easy
we returned just in time for a full on sandstorm |
At this point we had enough time for another 3 day adventure, so we decided to give our original objective another go and head back up into the heart of the Arrigetch, where we hoped to summit Ariel peak and descend the back side into the Awlinyak river. So back up Arrigetch creek we went, this time with perfect weather
Our objective was the peak to the right. |
that big wall in the center is called Xanadu; it's reminiscent of Half Dome with a similar scale. |
Greg pondering the lines
this time it didn't snow on us.....
But there was lingering snow that we had to climb
Once on the ridge the summit move looked a little spicy
But Greg probed well -in his light hikers - and it generally went well
Point release slides were an option |
The summit was pretty ridonculous!
the joeys atop the Arrigetch, by the easiest route possible! Still awesome. |
and then began a 5000 foot descent down to the river.
Looking back up at our peak |
Started getting a little steeper in this gorge... |
and as ever, Alaska doesn't give it up easy. In the last 1000 feet that creek entered a class 10 gorge, so we had to struggle back up, traverse, then back into our old friends, the alders:
But we finally made it to the river, and there was (at least a little?) rejoicing
Sometime after dinner we were hanging out down by the creek - where it was cooler; the temps had soared by now - and we finally went back up to get ready for bed, when suddenly Greg said: "Grizz!" and sho nuff there was a bear ambling towards us heading to get a drink. We were scrambling more for the spray than the camera, so no pics, but he sorta looked like this:
But when he saw and heard us he turned and ran away -as people always say about bears -surprisingly fast. Phil and Mike were both wondering if maybe he might be rethinking his move, however; it's been a long winter and the berries were still a ways out, and even stringy, 2-week-stink human flesh sounds better than grubs? so just in case we put up our own makeshift bear "fence":
Nothing like a brush with an apex predator to make you bust out your ropes and pots and pans! |
And finally we were back on the rio, that was fun splashy class 2-3
We busted out the tenkara again to nab the lunkers looming in the crystal clear water.... |
and this time even I caught one! |
bobbing along on easy water |
Back out on the Alatna, this time going the right direction on the river! |
with thunderstorms looming in the distance; we found out later that this series created fires that are now burning prodigiously all over the state. |
a profile view of Base Camp Peak, that we had climbed a week prior. |
And thus our little adventure was over. The pilot was a few hours later than we anticipated, but fortunately our KISS cards kept us entertained:
Until Dirk bounced in and scooped us up. On the way home we had been referred to find this place just north of the Yukon, and we could all safely say it was The Best Burger Ever, served up by a couple of hilarious proprietresses.
They also had a fine example of an original kayak:
If only it would break down and we could put it in our backpack. |
There were definitely times on this trip when I thought "wow, I am not sure that I am up for all that AK dishes out, between the bugs, the weather, the bushwacking, the Grizz factor, and the remoteness" that clearly tweaked us a little in total:
but none of those were bad and we had an incredible adventure with nearly perfect conditions. Many thanks to Phil, Greg, and Mike for being solid pards and to Greg for spearheading the trip.
Next up: the Rio Maranon in Peru!
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