Sheep Mountain

San Juan National Forest

Uncompahgre National Forest


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I had thought a bit about hiking up Sheep Mountain, checking it out as I hiked across Black Face and along the bottom of Lizard Head. With the sniff of signal at the top, I'd downloaded what Peakbagger could tell me about it. One person stated that they had found an old trail through the forest, but it wasn't going to where I wanted to approach the top, so I decided not to follow that track. I might have had a hiking partner for this, but when many days of rain were promised by the weather machine, we both ran for somewhere that wouldn't get quite so muddy and slick. He had scouted a route through the forest and reported that there was a lot of downed trees. That's not surprising considering how many standing dead trees you can see in this forest. With things dryer (but not dry), I decided to return and get something out of the effort of thought already expended. I headed out from the corral from much closer to the highway where gravel and hill slopes prevent the mud fest that can happen deeper in the camping area. I headed for the forest, aiming at the far western ridge where the cliff bands dissolved into smooth, steep slopes.

00: the goal, a bland peak
Sheep Mountain from the corral at Lizard Head Pass. The "old trail" goes up the left corner and my goal was the right corner.

01: yellow flower from the side
An evening primrose heavy with the morning dew.

04: forest floor littered with downed trees
A thin game trail passes through the forest with frequent fallen logs.

I followed game trails, the bigger the better. I reasoned that the better game trails should be using the easier places to travel. It did seem to be working out to fewer trees to jump over and marshy bits to wade through. There were lots of little streams, and so bogs (or fens?) were obstacles along the way. True to game trail form, they would find somewhere hard and just vanish and I'd have a bit of work getting through an area, but then I'd find another that might even be stronger and was going my way. The animals were largely picking the easy routes.
05: rolls of green sticking up with brown ends
One of the fascinating forms of pelt lichens.

06: red wooof
Western red columbines are quite common along the forest floor.

I was nominally traveling toward some bare spots, although really for just a bit east of them. The map showed a finger of land that I suspected would be extremely tempting to follow, should I come to it. I tried to go around, but it not only proved tempting, but really a very nice way up to tree line and did put me on the slope in a good spot for getting around the cliff bands.

08: lake and valley
Already seeing lots of energy in the sky over Trout Lake.

10: cliff bands above
Rocky cliff bands. The lower one doesn't last much longer to the right.

I emerged from the trees to find clouds already puffing into energetic existence all around me. Do I really want to leave the trees? I went on, expecting that it wouldn't take the next 15 minutes to roll into a massive, dangerous storm. It can come on very quickly indeed. I expected to have a few hours still, and that was all I needed.

11: mountain and mesa and puffing clouds
The view west with Cross Mountain at the right.

12: yellow disk and ray flowers
Bright alpine sunflowers.

I turned upward and found a very good trail heading upward and to the right, getting past the rocks without any climbing involved. From there, I just walked upward on the flower covered slopes. I still tended to the right, but not too far. I still used a few game trails for an easier climb. Mostly, I had solid footing all the way up to the ridge.

13: bald spots
Following the game trail across the steep slope and upward. The near bald spot to the right was the nominal aim when traipsing through the forest. The near bald spot to the left has a cabin which seems to be one of two on a private inholding.

14: flower studded slope
Going up. Having clouds puff over the ridge is always unnerving. Is it a little or a lot?

I reached the ridge to find a gaping bowl below leading off to Trout Lake. The ridge itself had a small trail leading up to the peak that wasn't too much further. I could see where it was raining already. There were distant rumbles too. This sky was capable of danger, but it wasn't quite ready yet here.

17: Trout Lake to Sheep Mountain
The new view upon reaching the ridge. Trout Lake is far below and the peak is just a short climb more.

20: floral in blue and yellow
Sky pilots and paintbrushes are numerous among the many flowers that make up these high, rocky gardens.

I got to the top and took in the view. There would definitely be no attempt on San Miguel Peak, the high point of this group. It isn't at my skill level anyway. I could see why the track of the others had continued on to an unnamed point. It is clearly higher than Sheep Mountain after only a small dip.

21: long stretch of mountains
The unnamed point at the far left and San Miguel Peak a couple points right of that. Then a vastness of the south and west view. (Click to embiggen.)

23: snow and cairn (small) at the top
The top of Sheep Mountain with Cross Mountain in the background.

24: metal disk and a shoe
The benchmark at the top of Sheep Mountain. No references.

25: rain and a lake
Raining over Trout Lake.

I was still feeling fine about the weather, in the short term anyway. I decided to continue on to that higher point too. I was seeing the rock off the end separated from the grass, but it isn't all that. The high point isn't the grass, it's the rock. That could be done, too. Perhaps. I got very uncomfortable when I saw the ladder.

26: high point and a toothy ridge line
Looking up at the high point up ahead and getting a better look at why no one has logged climbing San Miguel Peak via Sheep Mountain.

27: metal ladder
That bruised and slightly bent ladder held down with big rocks.

Okay, why is there a ladder? Is there a gap to bridge? Something vertical and unclimbable? Someone just thought it would be fun to haul it up here? I left it undisturbed as I continued toward the top. Neither of the first two are apparent. I dropped my pack before starting the last climb. It is across path sized bit of rock and then up about 5 feet with lots of holds. After that, there's another climb, but you could probably reach up and touch the high point. I climbed the first bit and it was immediately apparent my fear of heights has returned.

28: crack between rocks and ridge
The view to the left from the narrow path between ridge and rock.

29: the pointy side
The view to the right from the narrow path between ridge and rock. What a difference.

I had to fight shaking and freezing and the fact that I CAN'T SEE WHERE THE HOLES ARE TO PUT MY FEET not to mention these rocks BREAK OFF A BIT! And look at it, it's practically cracked off already. It could go at any time! But it's only 5 feet. It's shorter than I am. That path may not be wide, but it's plenty wide enough to catch you if you fall. A rock I kicked settled about half a foot below the top as if to illustrate this point. Trying to block this thought and think about that, I settled a foot onto the small path and took the pictures off either side with great difficulty and focus on breathing. And then I scampered to relative safety beside my pack.

30: mountainous bowl side
The bowl on the southwest side of the mountain.

33: more mountainous bowl
The bowl on the northeast side of the mountain. Black Face is the long ridge just the other side of the highway. It's hard to see Lizard Head with a background of rocks, but it's there.

So when that rock does break off, the grassy hill will be the high point above Sheep Mountain and I'll have visited it. Also, there is no way I am trying to use that ladder to get up after all. I got off the rocky bits and settled down to a calming snack on stable ground. I noted raining all around, sometimes not far off, but was still enjoying generally sunny uplands for myself.

36: flowers with a directionality
Interesting white flowers on the peak. (Identify it on Inaturalist?.)

37: white flowers and purple leaves
Alpine springbeauties among the rocks.

Being in the sun and comfortable with the place my feet occupy, I wandered downward taking a greater interest in the extreme variety of the floral show. Why not if I was going down anyway and everything that might be unpleasant kept happening over there. Although I did get hit by a couple drops along the way.

40: yellow flower
Buttercup getting in a start. (Probably something else, actually...)

41: winged creature on an aster
A checkerspot on a daisy.

I diverged from my path up to go to a further point and have a better look at a waterfall that is down near the Lake Fork. How does one get to see that? Perhaps from somewhere along the Hope Lake Trail. Perhaps it's on private property. There's a lot of it right around the lake and a long strip along that fork and even another high strip that seemed to have four cabins along it.

43: pair of waterfalls
Actually, a pair of waterfalls going into the Lake Fork, but the wide one is the one of interest.

44: ridge line
The ridge the "old trail" follows.

I had had some looks at the ridge the trail supposedly follows and I didn't like it. It has some vertical spots. The track diverges from the ridge in a couple places, presumably at those vertical spots, but I was feeling shaky looking at it. I went back the way I came, sort of. I got below the animal trail I'd started on out of the trees, which was almost a problem, but otherwise it was essentially the same.

45: yellow flowers
Wallflowers stand up tall on the slope.

47: red flowers
These roseroot go from singles high up to big bushes lower down.

I took the ridge down, since it had been nice walking up. When it stopped being nice, I started diverging from my route in. There was a strong trail heading down the side toward the meadow and I took it, then right across the meadow and into the next one and across that. I worked my way over toward the "old trail", but didn't seem to be getting there very fast.

49: clouds over green
Down the meadow under a not particularly threatening sky at all.

51: rock bands above the green
Looking up from the meadow at the rock bands I wanted nothing to do with.

I was almost getting into watery messes as I got near the trail. I finally crossed one good sized stream and found it. I suppose "old" could just mean well used. What I found had been recently logged out and made for some much easier travel for the last mile through the forest. Soon it was apparent that it was, in fact, an old road. Sometimes the trail diverged from the road, I image for an easier time cutting through trees, although it often didn't look like it could have been.

52: fresh cut logs
Lots of trail work on an unofficial trail. There's already a few more down.

54: white flowers
Bittercress in the forest.

55: wide cut in the hill
One spot where it is most obvious this was once an old road.

The old road got familiar as I entered the meadows above the corral and dispersed camping area. I had poked my way along it past the numerous "no motor vehicles" signs wondering why the path was so strong along it. It starts off at the most obvious chunk of old road now blocked by big rocks, but following it to the trail through the forest is not assured.

56: tracks in the meadow
One of many branching roads through the meadows that were clearly in need of the protection they now have.

57: sheep mountain
Looking again at that mountain and remembering that while some of it looks daunting, there are some colossal views from the part that is tame.

That weather that had swirled so long around me without actually breaking over me finally did once I had shelter to tuck myself away within. What a day. What wonderful views. What brilliant, churning, yet cooperative weather.

*photo album*




©2022 Valerie Norton
Written 17 Jul 2022


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Anonymous said…
Wow, magnificent! Both the wonderful route and the superb pictures and commentary. Thank you!

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