Day 5: Big Horn Pass, Shout-of-Relief Pass, Lake Virginia
Sure enough - the steep, grassy
couloir goes! A mixture of grassy steps and minor scrambling brought us to Big
Horn Pass overlooking Rosy Finch Lake. Nothing technical, but we wouldn’t have
enjoyed doing the climb in wet conditions. From Big Horn Pass, we looked across
a ½ mile-wide basin of big boulders and steep buttresses to another pass on the
opposite side. We spent the next hour+ negotiating our way up, down and around
the obstacles. Again, nothing technical, just slow and methodical.
We climbed up to the aptly titled
Shout-of-Relief Pass, so named because when you look over the other side you
let out a shout of relief at how easy the terrain for the descent is. We
started the day under overcast skies (a welcome relief from the hot sun of the
previous day) so we fired up the weather radio one more time to see if the
clouds were going to become something more sinister. We got the all clear for
sunny weather through Friday, 9/5. We high-fived each other and started our
descent towards Tully Lake.
At this point the SHR veers left
to stay off trail for the one mile descent to Tully Hole. We opted to veer
right to catch the McGee Pass Trail to Tully Hole as we had a date with our
favorite lake from the JMT, Virginia Lake, that afternoon and we wanted to get
there as fast as possible. Getting back on a major trail immediately reminded
us of one of the few downsides to Sierras trail travel - ubiquitous horse shit.
Almost all the trails are pack trails and they get frequent use. Still, a small
price to pay for efficient travel to our next destination.
We had a brief stop at Tully Hole
to cool off and filter water before starting the final 1000 foot climb up to
Virginia Lake. This section of the route coincides with the JMT. Coming from
the north, as we had before, you descend a series of long, hot, dry
switchbacks. We congratulated ourselves in 2010 for getting to descend and not
ascend this section of trail, and yet here we were, four years later climbing
those damn switchbacks. Oh well. They actually weren’t so bad after what we’d
just traveled across in the previous days.
Virginia Lake was just as pretty
as we remembered it. We found an awesome campsite out of the wind and away from
the trail and spent the afternoon laundering our clothes and our bodies in the
lake. It was extremely relaxing.
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