Indian Creek to Mount Baldy (Peak #4)

For years I've had my eye on Mount Baldy in the Tushar Mountains. From Beaver, and even from the south, it is the most prominent peak, piercing the sky like a tooth. Yet, out of the major peaks in the Tushar range, it is also the most difficult to reach. 

The easiest route is from the northeast. Although the hiker has the benefit of starting at around 11,000 feet, he must ascend Mount Belknap first, which is also over 12,000 feet, and then traverse a ridge and scale a very steep pitch to the summit of Baldy. One thing that makes this approach difficult is that the access road is closed over half the year due to snow. 

The southeast ridge provides a more gradual slope to the top, but access to this ridge is difficult due to the fact that there are no nearby roads. There are probably a few other ways to scale Mount Baldy if one gets creative, but the truth is, not many people ever step foot on this peak. 

But I've had my eye on yet another approach: from Indian Creek Reservoir on the northeast side. As the crow flies, the distance between the two is just under three miles. There is no trail, and elevation gain is over 4,000 feet. The terrain between the two is daunting, to say the least. I have only heard one person express the desire to hike this route. I have never heard of anyone who has actually done it. 

I arrived at Indian Creek Reservoir the night before with my son, Jordan. We drove ten miles on a dirt road from the Manderfield exit, directly east up the canyon. We enjoyed sunset on the lake and marveled at the stars when they came out in full force. 

Marveling at the stars.

I had spent hours on Google Maps trying to decipher which route would be the best to take. I concluded that by taking a ridge just half a mile west of the reservoir would connect us to another larger ridge, which would in turn take us all the way to Baldy. The first half of the hike was entirely below the treeline, so the big wild factor would be how thick the growth would be on the lower ridges. I didn't want bush-whacking to stop us from our goal. 

And no matter how you sliced it, the hike would be steep.  Using the geometry equation to find the slope (rise over run), I determined that a straight line from starting point to peak would have an inline of 26%.

We took our time that morning and didn't get started until 9 am. We started up the ridge from the road, which was super steep in the beginning, but then mellowed out, but always angled upward. There had been a burn here several years ago, so most of the vegetation was young. 

This is the first ridge we climbed to gain the main ridge.

About half an hour into our ascent we assessed our location on Google Maps and realized that we were on the wrong ridge! We should have been on the ridge just east of us. We decided to stay the course because by this point a deep ravine separated the two ridges. Anyway, they would both take us to the same place. 

We saw a few does scamper out of the trees ahead. Other than that, we didn't see a lot of wildlife. Soon we came into an aspen grove that stood on a steeper slope. We used the sapling branches to pull ourselves up. After two hours of strenuous bushwhacking, we finally arrived at the larger ridge which ran west to east. 

Now on the main ridge.  You can see Mount Baldy (false summit) in the background.

From here we finally had a view! On the opposite side of the ridge stood a very deep canyon. Looking toward the east we could follow the ridge with our eyes and see the point where the trees ended and rock began. We could also see the distant peak we believed to be Mount Baldy. We would later learn it was a false summit. 

So, upward we trudged! 

This was a pretty section with lots of wildflowers. Aspens grew, but there were also a lot of downed trees from the fire. A flock of pine hens startled us, flying out of their hiding spaces one at a time, just yards ahead. 

This was one of the most painful parts for me. The slope was excruciating and at one point I had to stop every few minutes to take a short break. It was in this area that we passed the 10,000 foot level and came across our first patches of snow. 

The climb was extremely steep the entire way.

Pine hen.

Many wildflowers along the way.

At last we cleared the treeline. This meant we no longer had to push through sapling trees and step over fallen logs. But now the terrain came with shale rock. Lots of it. Most of it was loose, and since the slope was still so steep, with every step we sent loose rock tumbling down the mountain. But the silver lining was that now the view was spectacular. We had uninhibited vistas all around. We felt on top of the world. 

With the rock so loose, I was worried that we'd create a rock-slide that would take us down, and from this point, the bottom was at least a thousand feet away. Instead of climbing straight up, I decided it would be safer to take this section at an angle. We did so and eventually came across a game trail in the rock, probably from mountain goats. The trail was an ever so slight indention in the shale, which felt a bit more stable. 

We then came across another type of rock. These were bigger in size and ran down the slope like a silver streak. This was sturdier than the shale so we used it to climb directly to the upper ridge. 

Lots of loose shale.

Looking down toward Indian Creek Reservoir.

We found this strip of sturdy rock to climb on.

The grade leveled out a bit, which was a relief to our aching muscles. Now on top I could see both north and south. To the north Mount Belknap reigned like a giant. A massively deep basin sat between Belknap and us, along with several thick patches of snow. From this basin are the headwaters of Fish Creek, which runs for over a dozen miles until it merges with Clear Creek near I-70. 

It was from here that we had our first up-close view of Mount Baldy. Now we were able to see the steep ridge that we'd have to climb. I had seen this ridge from a distance during my scouting phase and worried that it would make our climb more difficult. Also, at this point we heard the first rumbling of thunder and felt fat drops of rain fall from the sky. At the moment, my fatigued instinct told me that we would not be able to summit. I hoped I was wrong. 

Back on the ridge looking toward the top.

We scanned the ridge for possible places to hide if the lightning came too close. We found a small cave in the rocks that could possibly fit both of us. But as we waited, the lightning stayed to the east and eventually died out. The rain stopped also. With this we were encouraged. 

It was in this general area that we began to see several interesting rock formations. Imprinted on the shale, as if with black ink, were the shapes of leaves and other plant-like figures called dendrites. I remember coming across these several years ago when I climbed Mount Belknap. I have only seen them here, and only at very high altitudes. Dendrites form by minerals that grow on the rocks in a delicate branching pattern.

Colorado Columbine growing near 11,300 feet.

Every view from this point was spectacular.

Dendrite formation on the rock.

Purple cushion phlox near the summit.

A nub of rock on the ridge forced us to delicately walk around. We tried the north side first, but the ground for our feet became unreliable. I was worried the rocks below us would collapse, and if that happened, it would be a long slide down. So we tried to circumvent it from the south side, and although still precarious, we succeeded in going around the nub. 

Now we were face to face with the steep ledge that separated us from Baldy. Up close it didn't look as bad. Our hike now turned into a Class 3 climb as we used both hands and feet to move our way up. We had to be careful, but there was no time that we felt in danger. 

We made it to the top of the steep ledge, excited to now be within walking distance of the summit. But much to our dismay as we looked up, we learned that the peak we had thought was Mount Baldy all along, was only a false summit! Behind it, and further up, we could see what was the true summit, for we could see the wooden sign that marked the top. 

Luckily for us, the space between the two summits consisted only of a minor saddle, of which we traversed with no problem. 

Amazing view from the summit! Belknap on left, and Blue Lake.

Now we made it onto the true summit of Mount Baldy and the panoramic view was truly amazing! We could see the remaining view of the Tushars: Mount Holly, Mount Brigham, Delano Peak, Shelly Baldy, Gold Mountain, Signal Peak and a slew of others. And most important of all, I looked down into the deep ravine on the east of Baldy and saw the turquoise waters of Blue Lake. I had hiked there once many years ago and was excited to see this little gem again. 

There were two signs on the peak, each with a different elevation. Even the internet gives a third elevation. Who knows which is correct? 

Jordan found the log book that was stashed inside a mailbox. To our surprise, we were the first ones to summit Mount Baldy this year (this day being July 22). 

Fish Creek Basin and Mount Belknap.

One of the prettiest summits I've ever been on.

Happy to be on top.

Our trek to the top took us just over six hours. I was elated to be up there with such a grand view, especially after doubting that we'd even make it just an hour earlier. My legs told me to enjoy the view because they didn't want to ever come up here again. But I knew that they'd eventually change their mind! 

We spent forty minutes at the summit. As I took it all in, I contemplated on different routes I might take to the top, hopefully routes that weren't as difficult. But if I never made it up here again, I would be satisfied. 

One of two signs on the summit, each with a different elevation.

Storm clouds rolling by.

The trip down was easier and took less time, but was no walk in the park. Along the way we enjoyed wildflowers and a grove of manzanita. Surprisingly we didn't see any wildlife, other than small critters. 

By the time we had reached the vehicle we had been hiking for eleven hours and fifteen minutes. It had taken much longer than I had anticipated. At the car we pulled off our packs and let out a sigh of relief. Then we walked to the creek and pulled out the icy-cold pack of Mountain Dew! ♠ 

 

Now for the long hike down.

And you can't forget the Mountain Dew!

Mount Baldy

 

Miles from car (one way): 6 miles

Elevation gain: 4,282 feet

Final Elevation: 12,082 feet 

 

Looking back on the false summit of Mount Baldy.