Wooley Creek: Bridge Creek

Klamath National Forest


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(Day 2 of  7  4.) I was hopeful as I started out. I'd missed the bypass trail below the cabin, but found it easily above the cabin and there was nice tread. Of course, nice tread could just mean the dirt is good for trails.
Fowler Cabin from the east side
I remembered to grab a photo of the cabin on the way out once the area around it was a little less occupied.


Of course, the junction with the bypass isn't the trail I was looking for. The actual junction along the bypass trail is signed and still there's great tread to be found. So far so good. There certainly seemed like nothing to worry about.
bits of trail and even signs
The trail up Bridge Creek is signed and the tread clear at the junction.


The trail takes a couple switchbacks up the hill, then pops up onto the ridge looking down to Bridge Creek. The canyon is still narrow and steep like at the bridge below, but deeper. There's a bit too many trees to actually get a good look at it or even a mediocre look. The trail keeps the ridge shortly before dropping lower to continue along the slope. There's trees across it. They're annoying. I got past them easily and kicked off a few of the smaller ones, especially the one the bear was walking around instead of over. The trail clearly gets a lot of bear traffic. The leaves and softer areas have regular indentations from the repeated steps. My own feet fell into them where the trail makes short, steep climbs.
view up the canyon
An opening to see up the canyon. It's not so narrow and deep up there, but a patch of trees all killed by fire is just visible on the right.


I found an insulator stuck up on the side of a big madrone. Fowler Cabin was built 1925, so it's the right time. Once a single wire stretched through it from something up there to the cabin. (It went to the fire lookout on Medicine Mountain, but I hadn't quite connected the fact that there was a three mile trail up the mountain to the only reason they ever put a few mile trail up a random mountain.)
two white glass halves bound by cable
These telephone line insulators must have been the most standardized things in all of engineering. Their sameness makes them more connected in my mind than they ever were in reality.


There were a lot of trees to climb over, under, over then under, around, whatever. It took a lot of energy to get up the trail and seemed to be getting worse. Getting to badly burned areas meant adding in a lot of brush and decaying tread. There were still plenty of logs to navigate. One log up to my chin that had been logged out had been joined by a second just as big. I opted to go up and around, but then found myself almost too squeezed as I slid down between them to the trail again.

down the canyon
Getting a look down the canyon, but not into the really narrow, rocky bit.

brushy trail in the bad burn
Trail still looking good, but very brushy, as I enter a badly burned area.

fireweed
Fireweed by a spot of trail trying to get obscured by numerous small downed trees.

looks so much smaller
I knew it would visually shrink, but this madrone regrowing from its roots had plenty of room to escape the heat in its hollow.


Then, just past a nicely flowing stream about a mile short of Yellow Jacket Creek and just after finding the first ribbons, I ran out of options. I'd been thinking "just follow the bear" since the trail seemed to be frequented by them. Well, bear seemed to go about three different ways and none of them looked good for a human with a pack. The ribbons were set for someone going the other way and offered no hints for me. There must be a way. No one would turn around and then start setting ribbons. There were lots of little things cut away that I suspect were done by hikers carrying saws.
just a lot of brush
The end of my travel this way. After a few steps, it just vanishes. Down? Maybe it was down I needed to go. I cannot describe how much I did not want to take that path, slipping downward on top of pressed bushes.


I took a while to give up. I could see the tread, decaying as it was. I could see cuts on the bushes all over. The ribbons were just a few feet behind me. I was clearly in the right place to find trail. I'd just crawled through a bush of poison oak to get this far, so turning back would mean doing that again. Ugh, the poison oak. A bit of old stuff had fallen and brought down a nice tall bit of the stuff. Even when I got rid of the dead stuff holding it down, it was still in the way. At the end of my travel, as near as I could tell by what I guessed was tread, more bushes had laid down across the trail, but I couldn't crawl through them.
view down the canyon
Well, if this is as far as I get, I may as well take in the view. This is down the canyon.

view up the canyon
The view of what would have been to come. The next day would have started the general play at 6000 feet.


I turned around and I crawled back through the poison oak and I stopped by that little stream with its lovely water. I turned my eye to finding some mugwort, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't grow this far north. There was some sort of mint growing out of the water, and I used it to scrub my arms of the oils. Some claim that the scrubbing is more important than the soap to get the oil off. One can but try. Then I had lunch and took in a little more of the plants of the stream.
tiny flowers
Youth on age in the stream. They look a little larger and drier than the previous ones I found in Prairie Creek Redwoods.


The way back down somehow took more energy than uphill had. I had missed the first bit of ribbons. There were some directing downward around the particularly large log. After that, there were none. The rest of the log crossing never seemed to decrease in severity. Maybe it had only seemed to be getting worse because I was getting tired.
purple fluff of flower
There's big bushes of coyote mint.

remains of a gate
A gate stood here once. Probably an old cattle range.

little white/green bells of flowers
The little bells back by the cabin. They're probably invasive.


I arrived back at the cabin hot and just about ready for some water access. Having packed up, I was going somewhere, so after a good long rest, I started up Wooley Creek once more. I figured I could get to North Fork Camp and figure out something from there. The trail was not so bad, but still had plenty of logs to navigate.
Wooley Creek
A little more views of Wooley Creek up here, but the trail still tends to climb away.

oak savanah
A tiny patch of oak savanna.


I bumped into the folks coming back from their temperature gauge adventures and they had rosier views on the trail along the creek, but also deep uncertainties. I noticed a black box on the map and decided to go and see what might still be there. It was well away from the trail and looked like a forgotten relic left on the map from another age.
chimney stones and discarded metal
Metal cans were dumped where the map marks this, but a little further down are some stones that may have been part of the fireplace.


I found lots of metal in a hole. The midden, sort of. Further down, I could imagine there had been a cabin. Metal was left there, too, but could have just been the leavings of a camp. I could still find the trail down to the water. I looked around a little further in a space that was probably cleared for stock once, then returned to the trail.
small rattlesnake
I met another rattlesnake. This one was not much more than a foot long.

solid rock Wooley Creek bottom
There's some fun grooves happening way down there where Wooley Creek has hit rock bottom.

young deer
The curious deer on the trail stood a while, but did avoid me when I moved.


Around one corner, I could just see the furry back of a retreating bear over a boulder. Maybe the one I needed to show me the way up bridge. It wasn't going to.
more swimming holes
Just find a nice spot with a swimming hole, they said, but that's not my thing.

stonecrop in the rocks
Stonecrops are such funny little flowers.

more of Wooley Creek through trees
Another moment down near Wooley Creek.


I wasn't moving fast enough to get all the way to North Fork, so I stopped at Bear Skull Camp a little more than a mile before. It is in a large meadow area. There was a fire ring in the meadow itself, but there seemed to be soil crusts developing around it, it has been so long since it was used. At the far end under some trees was another. It also hadn't been used in a while, but seemed more impacted. I went for it and found my way to water to make camp.
meadow in the deep shade
Bear Skull Camp is around here somewhere, but no permanent structures remain to show where it is meant to be exactly. There is also no bear skull.


As I settled into bed, I found something very disturbing. Legs sticking out of my skin. Tick! I found some more legs sticking out of my skin on my leg. Two ticks! I've wiped off hundreds without one staying. I only saw one on the trail, so there didn't seem to be many. Apparently more than enough. The mosquitoes also don't seem like many, but they certainly liked biting me more than normal, so there were more than enough. While I'm categorizing things that are more than enough, the poison oak doesn't seem too flagrant in coming on trail. I managed to get away without it on the last few exposures, but it sure seems likely I'm still sensitive. After crawling through it, there's more than enough of it, too.

Continue to the next day ⇒




©2020 Valerie Norton
Written 9 Jul 2020

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Valerie Norton said…
I found this excellent trail condition report (a copy of the actual version I'm looking at is here) that indicates I got to a half mile section of Bridge Trail that is covered in thick stems covering the trail horizontally, which is what I thought I was looking at. The ribbons could still indicate that someone has forced a way through. It also indicates my way down over Portuguese Peak probably hasn't been successfully hiked in decades. (For the trails I dealt with the next day: Wooley Creek and Big Meadows, while difficult, should be possible.)

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