Elevation profile of the trail. Yup. Crazy |
As the tourism season winds down here in Skagway the opportunity for hours at work took a nosedive so I opted out of the rat-race and decided to take well-earned mini vacation for a week or so before I head back to the east coast. Last Saturday I gave my final tour of the season, and on Sunday I started out to hike the Chilkoot Trail, a 33-mile route from Dyea into Canada that was used as an entryway to the Yukon by Stampeders during the Gold Rush. The trail is technically closed for the season, which means we didn't have to pay the $50 permit fee to hike it, there were no rangers posted at the camps, and we had the whole thing to ourselves! We didn't see any other people until we arrived at the end of the trail and ran into a German and a Japanese hiker who were also enjoying the solitude of the off season. It took us three days to hike the trail and a fourth day to poach the railroad tracks out to the road to be picked up.
First section of trail |
Day 1: Dyea Trailhead to Sheep Camp, 12.7 miles, 1000feet elevation gain
Shortly after Canyon City campsite there was an opportunity to take a detour to Canyon City Ruins, the remainder of what used to be a more permanent settlement along the trail, but the promise of "historic trash" including an old boiler, bits of broken glass and an old stove wasn't alluring enough to add any more distance to our almost 13 mile day. We continued on along the trail next to the river and paused to enjoy occasional views of mountains and low-hanging glaciers instead. We made another stop three miles later at Pleasant Camp for another snack break, and somewhere in between we crossed out of the US and into Canada with just a tiny sign to mark the event. Four miles after Pleasant camp we arrived at Sheep Camp and set up our tent for the night. There was just enough daylight left for a quick dinner of cous cous, veggies and hotdogs before we turned in for the night. I woke up sometime in the early hours of the morning to the forbidding sound of raindrops on the tent roof and spent a little bit of time worrying about our big elevation gain the next morning before falling back asleep.
Working our way up the Golden Stairs in low-visibility. Don't let the angle fool you, Steve is only 12 feet or so below me...it was that steep! |
We got a late start in the morning due to rain, and didn't make it out of camp until about 9am. Fortunately we hiked the trail in the small part of the year where avalanches really aren't a risk so our only concern was beating the sunset to our next camp. The half mile section of trail after Scales promised to be the hardest of the day, where the 45 degree climb known as the "Golden Stairs" would take us the last 1000ft up over Chilkoot Pass.
Historic Trash! |
What started off as a well-defined trail became nothing more than a jumble of large boulders with a few sporadic cairns to mark the way, and as visibility deteriorated to about 10 feet in the clouds we became a bit nervous about missing the route and ending up at the top of the wrong boulder field. Fortunately we followed our instincts and some conveniently placed "historic trash" and despite the wind doing its best to blow us off the mountain we managed to make it the 4 miles from camp to the summit shortly after lunch. A quick stop at the summit shelter to re-fuel and we started the steep decent down the snowfields to Stone Crib.
Clouds clearing over the lake at Stone Crib |
Cairn marking the way to Happy Camp |
Trail from Happy Camp to Deep Lake |
Day 3: Happy Camp to Lake Bennett, 12.5 miles, 1000feet elevation loss
We woke up the next morning to beautiful weather for our final day on the trail, blue skies and clouds without any threat of rain. Unfortunately the cold weather didn't do much for our damp gear, and my boots that had been soaked on multiple river crossings the previous day were now not just wet but also freezing cold. It took us a while to pack everything up and we got on the trail around the same time as the previous day to start making our way toward Lake Bennett.
Blueberries = blue tongues! |
Lakes and Mountains and Streams, Oh My! |
Steve kept me going by dangling food in front of me like a donkey with a carrot and distracting me from my knee and hip pain with "snacktivities." Our final mile to Bennett was a sandy track that gave me flashbacks to oh so many death marches in Senegal, and I was relieved to arrive at the lake just as the sun slipped behind the mountains. We shared the warming shelter that night with two other hikers, one from Japan and one from Germany, who spent the previous night at Lindeman city and were impressed that we had come all the way from Happy Camp that same day. We were too tired to socialize much, but I did find out that a bear bell I had found on the trail before the Golden Stairs belonged to the Japanese hiker and was given to him by the German guy. I was happy to return it and we all had a good laugh about the odds of it finding its way back to Hajime after he had lost it. We feasted on the rest of our cous cous, hot dogs, veggies and hot chocolate and promptly passed out next the the wood stove for our first warm night of sleep on the trail.
White Pass Train Station at Lake Bennett, closed for the season |
Since we were hiking the trail after the train stopped running for the season our only option was to trespass on the railroad and hike the 8 miles of track back to the road and wait for our friend Casey to come pick us up. We knew he wouldn't be there until sometime after 6pm so we weren't in any rush, and after eating the rest of our oatmeal we went back to sleep and didn't wake up again until 11am! I made a second breakfast of scrambled eggs with cheese and onions and we slowly packed up our things and filtered a few more liters of water before we said goodbye to the shelter.
We took a moment to explore the "town" of Bennett, which consisted of a private cabin, the train station and a historic church, before we started our walk down the tracks. We had mostly blue skies above us, flat ground underfoot, and beautiful mountains and lakes everywhere we looked, so the walk out was every bit as pleasant as the trail itself. We even had mile-markers to help us gauge our progress, although we weren't sure at the time if they were in miles or kilometers so we didn't get our hopes up too high. We took a brief rest stop about half way for some sausage and cheese and made it to the road just before 6pm. As we sat and devoured the rest of our snacks that we had so carefully rationed we watched the clouds overhead drift by and change colors with the setting of the sun.
The view we enjoyed on the side of the road |