IT IS FINALLY HERE!!!!
We left the house around 7AM, heading towards Pinedale- rather than take the short route, we decided to take the long way around- and view less traveled areas.
We met Sarah and Jeff up at the gear shop in Pinedale- I needed a mosquito net, and a new stuff sack for food… couldn’t find my normal one anywhere. We then wandered over to the Wind River Brewing Company to sit down and pour over maps, and eat dinner.
Then we made our way up towards the trailhead, to find camping for the night, and organize/ go through gear.
The next morning- we repacked everything, and made our way up the road to our Trailhead- Pole Creek
Unlike Colorado, there were only two other people headed up to climb Gannett- a german couple who had a lot of mountaineering experience.
The trail was well maintained, as we made our way up to our first break was at Photographers Point.
There were a few stream crossings, and a beautiful network of lakes along the trail. Our original thought was to camp at Seneca Lake, around 10 miles into our trip though this was changed to Island Lake- especially after the mosquito Gauntlet– as Little Seneca quickly became known.
I’ve never in my life had major issues with mosquitoes but I’ve also never had them cover my entire body as I’m trying to walk through them. Ew.
There was one quick flowing stream that was a project to get across…unlike Jeff who walked across the skinny log- we decided to scramble around the rocks to get across.
After a while we lost Jeff- he was so far ahead we thought that he may have gotten behind us. It was a good 4 hours since we had seen him, so Sarah and I waited on a pass, while Greg backtracked to see if he was below us— he wasn’t. We decided to move on to Island lake in hopes that he had just gotten that far ahead….which he had.
We set up our tents, and made dinner- it was by far one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve seen in a long time.
I slept very soundly.
Greg and I woke up later than usual around 8:30-9:00AM- and lazily ate breakfast, then packed up to move another 3-4 miles up into Titcomb Basin.
Once we set up camp, between the two lakes, we set things out to dry- washed clothes, and got everything ready for the next morning…at 2AM.
I have never been in such a lovely basin, though….the marmots were assholes…but more on that later.
The backpack was a lot more burly than expected, and we really gained no elevation- just a lot of rolling hills- up and down and up and down- on rough, muddy, terrain. I loved it.
And I must say- Greg is a genius- melatonin works amazingly at making me go to bed before it gets dark.