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  • Long Lake to Mosquito Flat

    Long Lake to Mosquito Flat

    Anticipation  |  To Marsh Lake  |  To Long Lake  |  To Mosquito Flat

    This is our final day!

    The lake is like a polished mirror, and the mountain range stand like a boundary between the water and the sky. The two almost look indistinguishable. The kids stir and wake up. I go out for a photography session and fish while Yan makes oatmeal breakfast.

    We clean up, pack up our tents and packs, and head down the trail. The progress is much faster today, being mostly flat or downhill. We quickly pass my favorite spot by Box Lake and make it to Marsh Lake. Here, we stop for an extended snack break.

    Daphney and Jayden run down the trail. It is hard to stay ahead of them. They race to see who will spot our car first.

    Soon, we see picnic tables.

    From across Rock Creek: “Dr. Wongworawat!”

    It’s Allen. They did make it to camp and stayed two nights, at the outlet of Heart Lake. We exchange stories. It seems unbelievable that we were a few hundred yards from each other, yet not knowing if the other party had made it as planned. He and his family had a wonderful time. He wants to do this again.

    Picnic tables, the toilets, the parking lot, and our car! The kids run there. We wash up and load the car. It’s time to go home.

    Our kids had a spectacular time out in the wilderness. “We love backpacking! We want to go again!”

    The anticipation for the next trip begins.

     
     
  • Marsh Lake to Long Lake

    Marsh Lake to Long Lake

    Anticipation  |  To Marsh Lake  |  To Long Lake  |  To Mosquito Flat

    Rock Creek is still singing when I get up. The clothes on the line are mostly dry. Soon, the kids stir. I climb the hillock nearby and shoot pictures of clear reflections in the lake as it stretches like a polished slab of glass dotted with marsh grass.

    Breakfast this morning is hash browns with scrambled eggs. Daphney helps getting the food ready. We cast for fish again, but like last night, they remain spooked. The kids enjoy climbing for the boulders, proud of themselves that they crossed the stream on a fallen tree and made it to the other side.

    We pack up and head up the trail and have lunch at Heart Lake. The kids find it hard to make the uphill climb, but soon, we’re walking along a flat section flanking Box Lake. This would turn out to be one of my favorite sections of the trail. The path is high and wide open. Below to the left is Box Lake. In front, the mountain range frames the horizon. The kids run ahead.

    Soon, we’re at Long Lake, our destination for the day. We arrive very early, around 2:00 in the afternoon. Everyone soaks their feet in the refreshing water. The northern shore, around the lake’s outlet, is packed with campers, so Tyler and I go scouting again. There is a small meadow where the lake drains. There are also a few dirt patches. None of these are acceptable; but high above, on a private bluff, there is a small, picturesque area for two small tents with a nearby flowing creek for easy water access. This is the spot!

    The routine is the same again, but before dinner, we head down the banks to fish.

    I hear my name: “Dr. Wongworawat!”

    It’s Damien and his party. So, they did make it on the trail and ended up here. We shared trail stories, and I learn that Allen did backpack in as well, and he is supposedly camped near Heart Lake.

    We catch some brook trout. Daphney is only allowing catch-and-release, so that is what I do.

    The routine continues. We have egg drop soup and spinach noodles for dinner. Afterwards, we watch the moon rise and cast silvery reflections on Long Lake while colorful clouds, first white then pink then purple, lazily drift by.

     
     
  • Mosquito Flat to Marsh Lake

    Mosquito Flat to Marsh Lake

    Anticipation  |  To Marsh Lake  |  To Long Lake  |  To Mosquito Flat

    The trail rises gently out of Mosquito Flat. In contrast to the scorching hot week in Loma Linda, the air, scented with pine needles and sagebrush, is cool. I tell the kids a story about hiking in Kings Canyon to distract them from the mild uphill. Just before the trail junction to Ruby Lake and Mono Pass, everyone takes a break by some shaded boulders.

    We arrive at beautiful Mack Lake. It sits a little below the main trail. There isn’t an obvious route to this lake, so we push on ahead. The spur trail to Marsh Lake takes off at a right angle to the left, and we follow it along the lake’s northern shoreline. Prior to the trip, we had agreed to meet in this general area.

    There’s a green tent with a lakefront view, among the trees, just beyond the large rocky hillock. A young couple emerges from around the bend. No, they haven’t seen anyone else here, not Damien and his party. I ask them to keep a lookout for anyone else that might be looking for us, particularly if they have baby carriers.

    Tyler and I scout for a campsite. We follow a use trail along Rock Creek, the outlet of Marsh Lake. The patch of brush opens up. The creek tumbles down a small rockfall and into a deep clear pool, then it meanders along a meadow. This is perfect. There are spaces for a few tents, and we decide to settle here.

    The routine is pretty much the same as that of other backpacking evenings. Set up the tent. Unroll the sleeping pads and inflate them. Fluff up the sleeping bags. Pump water. Bathe.

    Bathe. This time, because of the kids, I bring extra gas canisters, which a hiking buddy Mark calls “comfort fuel.” Everyone washes up, the kids with comfort fuel, and Yan and I directly with stream water. Biodegradable soap for bathing is used away from the stream, then there is soapless bathing directly in the flowing water.

    The routine continues. Laundry. String a line. Thread the wet clothes through. Make dinner.

    Tonight, it’s broccoli cheese soup with orecchiette pasta, dried vegetables, and freshly grated Parmesan. We try to catch fish but there were no strikes; there were several women who fished earlier, standing right by the bank with beer in hand, spooking all the fish in the deep pool. Even without freshly caught trout, dinner hit the spot.

    Dishes. Post-dinner stroll. Pictures. Heat water. Make cider. We enjoy a hot spicy cider with double chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Then, the kids play inside the tent under a solar lantern while Yan and I take in the moment: comfortable rock for a seat, the babbling creek, the sound of kids giggling, and a deep blue sky lit by millions of lanterns so far away.

  • Preparations for Little Lakes Valley

    Preparations for Little Lakes Valley

    Anticipation  |  To Marsh Lake  |  To Long Lake  |  To Mosquito Flat

    The anticipation began more than six months ago. After seeing the kids hike the loop trail in Pinnacles National Park, and after having abandoned their double stroller in favor of shoes, we grew confident that they will be able to go backpacking.

    Inyo National Forest permits become available six months before entry date, so for a September 3 date, we had set our calendar alerts for March 3, 7:00 am, Pacific Time. And to be sure that we could get a permit, we had another alert set for March 2, so that we could snag a Friday entry if we were outcompeted the next day.

    March 2 came. At 7:01, we scored a permit for four spots on September 2. The next day, we got another four spots.

    In the weeks leading up to the trip, I invited others who were able to share our extra permit: first Damien, second year orthopedic surgery resident; then Tyler, attending joint replacement surgeon; and finally Allen, senior orthopedic surgery resident. We revised our gear list. We weighed and catalogued every item down to the gram. We planned our menu. We packed.

    It’s now the day of the trip, pre-dawn Saturday of Labor Day weekend. The car had been loaded the night before. The tank is full. It’s 5:40 am, and we’re ready.

    The parking lot at Mosquito Flat is completely full, cars spilling out onto the road, down the mountain, and clogging up the lot below. I get out of the car and was able to negotiate with hikers coming down the trail. We unload and have soba noodles with cold dipping sauce and all the traditional toppings.

    Tyler, whom I had suggested this trip to during our photoshoot on the hospital helipad, and his family arrive in the full parking lot. I spot them and get their attention.

    Meanwhile, a man with a baby carrier backpack sees my grocery bag of trash and says, “Oh, Loma Linda Market!”

    “Yeah, Loma Linda. Have you been there?”

    “We’re actually waiting here, meeting some people coming up from Loma Linda.”

    “The Nedleys!”

    Soon, we see Allen. Everyone finds parking spaces. Allen gets his spot because someone got kicked out of the wilderness for lack of a permit. Damien would have arrived last night and should now be at Marsh Lake. Allen decides to finish lunch first, and Tyler and his family join us with their packs.

    The anticipation is over; we’re hitting the trail!

  • Mono Basin and Little Lakes Valley

    Mono Basin and Little Lakes Valley

    This first day of the trip, we arrive safely at the Mosquito Flat backpackers’ campground. Brad, Grant, and Max had gone up earlier to get the bear canisters and to pick up the permit, which was in my name, and Jeff and Jeong Mi rode in my car, leaving behind all cell and data connection; we’ll be unplugged for the next few days. We had met up in Bishop and had dinner at the pizza restaurant at the north end of town. Now at Mosquito Flat, we enjoy dessert of hot cider with dark chocolate. Grant and Max make a warm campfire, and soon, it starts to rain.

    The gentle drizzle continues for the whole night, and by the next morning, everything outside the tent is completely soaked. We organize all of the food according to the grid, and then we pack up and set out toward Mono Pass. Cloud cover cools our climb above treeline. Right at the Pass, we stop for lunch, and it’s here that Max starts to develop altitude sickness. We quickly cross over into Sierra National Forest, descend to Golden Creek, and then push on to Fourth Recess Lake.

    A tall waterfall feeds Fourth Recess Lake, which stretches out like a fallen leaf, the waterfall being the stem. Clean up feels so good after a long day of hiking. After dinner, we sit around sipping hot cider and watch the sky turn from blue to purple to black.

    Friday is a short day. The lake is a mirror this morning. After breakfast, we take the short hike up into Pioneer Basin. We decide to hike to the far end of Lake 2, where a beautiful lakefront campsite awaits. On this layover day, I hike up to the ridge just east of our private lake, and from there, I have a birds-eye view of Mono Pass and Fourth Recess Lake. Dinner tonight is tom kha soup with Thai peanut noodles followed by dark chocolate cheesecake.

    This wide open basin provides a great backdrop for night photography. The crescent moon sets behind Mt. Hopkins. Soon, stars emerge on the cloudless sky.

    We all get up early on Saturday, as we are nervous about making it back across Mono Pass. Again, Max feels the effects of altitude around treeline. After a short break at the drainage of Trail Lakes, we make the final summit push. We quickly descend to the meadow below Ruby Lake, where the boys take a nice long nap to recover.

    The original plan was to make it to Chickenfoot Lake, but now out of energy, we are glad to just settle down at Marsh Lake in Little Lakes Valley. This turns out to be a charming location—a small private lake lined with wildflowers. We make miso soup and curry with rice for dinner and go for a short walk to Heart Lake before turning in.

    On this last day, I am the first to get up to catch the first light. Again, this lake is like a mirror. Only a few of us have breakfast, some choosing instead to wait until we get into town. The hike out is much shorter than expected. After loading up the car, we drive into Bishop and have brunch at Erick Shat’s Bakkerÿ. On the way back, we stop in Lone Pine to return the bear canisters.

    The rest of the trip home goes smoothly. Along the way home, we all plug back in, and at the same time, remembering what it was like to be unplugged for a few days while making memories that will last a lifetime.