Wooley Creek: past the North Fork

Klamath National Forest


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(Day 3 of  7  4.) I got a late start and it wasn't entirely to do with sorting out a new plan taking the Wooley Creek Trail all the way to the Pacific Crest Trail, head south for a bit, then return via Big Meadows. Or maybe the other way around since I wouldn't want to get to the Wooley Creek ford and find it a bit too much to cross. (The there's a KML of the plan here, but just from and to North Fork Camp about 15 miles up the trail from the trailhead. It can be imported to Caltopo to view.) I covered the ground a bit faster than I'd been doing the day before.

impacted camp site near Bear Skull marking
Bear Skull Camp should be pretty reliable for an open place to set up no matter how overgrown the area gets.

flower with a bit of character
Another sort of wintergreen, this one with leaves.

North Fork Wooley Creek
A great big crossing which is North Fork Wooley Creek.


I made an effort to protect the electronics from mishaps, then started across trying not to have any. There were some gravel spots, particularly behind large rocks, that made it easy to navigate, but there were also plenty of low big rocks to step over. Stepping on an underwater moss covered rock is just a good way to slip. There wasn't much current to deal with. I made it across wet just over the knee. The trail teased me by having a faint section, but it is really quite well established. I was definitely navigating more frequent trees across the trail and even had to break away the branches to make it through a couple times.

Wooley Creek
Wooley Creek does look a bit smaller above the confluence with the north fork.


I ran out of want just a half mile further. I was pretty sure there aren't as many random hikers with little saws making their way along this trail than there are along Bridge Creek. I came to a more difficult tree and just couldn't even bring myself to figure out if there was a way. I'd already had to make my way around or over two logs in the three foot category. If that was the first half mile, what will the rest of many miles be like? I wasn't even going to get to the split for the loop for a mile. I decided the ruin by Deer Lick Creek was my destination for the night. I turned back.

tree across the trail
You know what? Nope. Never mind.

North Fork Wooley Creek
Back at the ford of North Fork Wooley Creek.


I hadn't even spotted the tiger lilies at the side of the trail where it hits the creek. They stood taller than I've ever seen the little lilies stand. Trying to be big as the Humboldt lilies? I gave them a good look over while the water drained once again from my shoes after crossing the ford a second time in less than an hour. Oh, the futility of it all.

tiger lilies: Lilium columbianum
There they sit, spotted orange lilies hanging over the water.


I was never quite certain of where North Fork Camp actually was, but there did seem to be an old trail staying close to the creek while the current trail climbed away to cross the north fork higher up. I continued down without looking too hard. I had a seat on one log and found myself looking at an old fire ring that was once well used. Now, the area is badly damaged by fire and covered in fallen dead branches. Looking around, I found the paths cut to get down to the creek. It was a popular place once.

small stream crossing
A little water crossing along the way.

Wooley Creek in light and shadow
Wooley Creek below the abandoned camp site.

beautiful bands of black and white and orage
I disturbed this big, beautiful king snake. This is a formidable predator for that little rattlesnake I saw the day before.

rocks, water, and light
There's something perfect about the rocks and the water and the light in this spot.


I was feeling a bit too warm as the day wore on. I should have been at 6000 feet but was under 2000 feet.

nice piece of trail
There's lots of nice trail.


I noticed a bit of old, abandoned trail just after I'd seen the deer the day before and decided to take it. I'd also seen a bit of a waterfall that I couldn't get a good look at. It wasn't much to look at once I did get a good look.

mostly a ledge and vegetation
There's some water dribbling over that edge at the far left. It doesn't look very good above, but I ran out of water at this point and found out it doesn't taste very good either.

lots of Wooley Creek far below
A longer look at Wooley Creek than usual.

huge chutes in the creek
I found a better viewpoint for those chutes in Wooley Creek that I noticed the day before. Still hard to really see.


I got back to the cabin and kept on going. I might have decided to succumb to the strains and annoyances brought on by the hike along Wooley Creek and trying to get beyond, but I thought I would get somewhere else and use the rest of my days there. I didn't really want to quite do all the trail out, but did want to be pretty close to finishing to give myself a better chance of getting somewhere nice after.

Fowler Cabin
Now there's no one at Fowler Cabin.

Bridge Creek dropping its water a few feet
The waterfall on Bridge Creek looks better in the sunlight.


I checked more closely for the trail up to Black Mountain as I passed. I found old cuts through big trees that looked like Wooley Creek used to pass a little higher through there, but no evidence of a climbing trail.

waterfall beneath the bridge
I didn't even noticed the waterfall below the bridge on Haypress Creek. Not that there is a good angle to look at it.

waterfall from above
With the waterfall on the other side of the bridge, I'd neglected to look downstream at all.

looking upstream to more waterfall
Haypress Creek is quite pretty upstream.

Washington lily
One of the partly eaten buds has now opened on the Washington lily hanging over the trail.


I stopped with each mile to let my poor feet rest. They weren't happy. The look on my face while I did must have been sour. A guy coming up practically insisted I tell him what was wrong before clearly deciding that people should be simply allowed to be as I insisted that my feet hurt and so it goes. I found the ruin empty, got water, and sorted my food. No more ticks. I was feeling more comfortable existing under my no-see-um veil, so the mosquitoes weren't adding to my spots too badly. I wasn't yet breaking out into poison oak rash. Things were, well, maintaining.

Continue to the next day ⇒




©2020 Valerie Norton
Written 9 Jul 2020

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Anonymous said…
You will be happy to know that the Siskiyou Mountain Club is currently doing trail clearing and improvements to the Wooley Creek Trail. Summer 2022

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