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Friday, August 16, 2019

Granite Creek: San Juaquin tributary





Priscilla and I had planned to spend a week in the High Sierra's just the two of us the last week in June of 2019.  For this trip I was hoping to find something that was the High Sierra kayaking experience, but without the stress that can come along with paddling class V.   Scouring maps, I decided Granite Creek was just what we were looking for.  It looked like manageable gradient, with polished granite bedrock, domes, slides, and pools all in what looked to be a class IV package.  I sorted out the logistics, found some hiking photos of flickr for a flow check, and felt pretty good about the situation.  Then I noticed it had a page on AmericanWhitewater and while there wasn't much detail on there, enough was present to relieve any anxiety about misjudging how the maps would translate to reality.




 
We started off the week doing Mill Creek with Joseph Hatcher, Darin Mcquoid and Shannamar Dewey.  Darin had attempted to run Granite before, but had got stopped by snow.  We got some more information from him and our faith in this being a good idea was galvanized. 

Palaver on Mill Creek.


We made our way south from Mill Creek through Yosemite, paddling, camping, and looking around on our way towards Wawona, then into the San Joaquin drainage.


We paddled down the NF Stanislaus into Big Trees State park.

Then walked around looking at some big trees.


Below a portage on the SF Tuolumne 


After a night at Squaw Dome, overlooking Granite Creeks descent into the San Joaquin (below the part we would be running) we headed up for the culmination of vacation on Granite Creek and what we hoped would be the High Sierra experience, without the class V.

Launch point (37.474277, -119.266936) for the short off-trail walk up to Squaw Dome.


After a spending a night at what I consider my favorite camping location Iv'e ever used, we drove down off Squaw Dome the next morning and found the take out road for Granite Creek, immediately a tree was in the way but we followed a track around it, then another 200 yards down a tree blocked the road entirely.  We looked for a way around, I thought I saw a way through off to the left, but following that route on foot back to the road further down 5-10 more logs were immediately visible across the next segment of road.  It seemed obvious even if we made it around these logs there were likely to be more.  We dropped the bike off anyway, planning to hike out the two miles at the end.

Getting close.


We made our way up to Granite Creek Campground and found a good spot to pitch our tent, it was now about noon and Priscilla wanted to take a rest day and do the run tomorrow with an earlier start.  I didn't think we had anything to worry about, but since we would be sorting out the river without any hard beta I didn't want to force her hand, possibly leading to a stressful day on the water.  Instead we set about the task of relaxing, spending the rest of the day avoiding mosquitoes and doing some pseudo-bouldering as we took tabs on the notable diurnal cycle of the creek.



The next morning we let the sun heat things up, then got to it. It is possible to start another mile up at a bridge (37.542899, -119.282266) over the WF of Granite creek that adds a couple more quality rapids.  However, we liked the sound of starting straight from our campsite so launched there.
The first part of the run is open and bouldery, it's easy going but moves along. 


 Before long the walls meet the creek at a low angle and some small ledges appear near the site of an old gauge on river right.  Below this point the creek took on a class IV character (at our flow) for the remainder of the run.



Everything was easy to scout along the granite sidewalks making up the bank, long slides started to appear, we were glad we chose to scout them because while most were easy, one had a class V type hydraulic at the bottom that we elected to portage.

A fun one.


The one we portaged, along the granite sidewalk on the left.

 
Back to back class IV rapids continued below the drop we portaged, some on the easy end of IV, some the high end, most smack dab in the middle, all high quality with plenty of variety.  We were finding the river very runnable and loads of fun, exactly what we had been hoping for.



Eventually the bedrock eased off and we entered a bouldery section, still class IV and good fun at this flow.  It was important to be on the lookout for the occasional piece of wood or small sieve, but most of it was read and run, with a couple blind spots seeing us hop out to take a look.  The only portage of the day was around that hydraulic mentioned earlier on. 


Reading, running, eddy hopping.



 In the midst of the bouldery section we stopped on river left to walk up to an outlook and eat lunch under the only overcast day of our trip.



Priscilla limbers up on our lunch break.

 
More bouldery rapids continued downstream, the rapids were all runnable and we were having a good time.  One island caused us pause, but we found a way to squeak by to the right of the island and downstream the quality whitewater continued.




Eventually we turned a corner and eddied on the left as bedrock returned at a small horizon line.  We scouted down a trail on the left and found we were at the end of the run, the trail led to a walking bridge and continued scouting downstream from river-right showed us the way through the final class IV sequence.   Below this bridge (which is in the middle of the final class IV sequence) the creek continues straight-ish for a couple hundred yards before turning sharply to the right.  We stopped at a small boulder bar where the sharp right occurred, and walked up the jeep road that exists there to a trailhead.  We knew it was important not to continue downstream, as the creek goes Richter from this point down to the San Joaquin.


Taken from Squaw Dome.

We had been planning to hike two miles out on the 5S84 road because of the numerous downed trees on it near it's junction with 5S30 where we had left our shuttle bike.  However we noticed there were two vehicles down here at a trailhead.  They looked stock, so figured they must have cut the trees out of the way so we dropped our boats and started walking back up to the bike, planning to come back with our vehicle to pick them up.  The 1/2 mile of road starting from the creek to a bit past the trailhead is rowdy, but soon becomes manageable for a vehicle with clearance.  We saw a few chopped trees, but it seems like the guys had been using an axe so we were not surprised to see many of the trees had been left in the road and they had just driven around them.  The closer we got to our vehicles the rowdier these off-road adventures seemed to get, however we felt that if an FJ Cruiser and a Tacoma could make do, so too would our Xterra.  We arrived at the bike and the mosquitoes were horrendous.  Taking pity on Priscilla waiting with the bugs, I pinned the throttle on our bike on my way back up to retrieve our vehicle at the put in when I could and rode some downhills I had planned on walking (our motorized bike is best described as "fragile" and the brakes are no exception), the lack of suspension made the rough road as exciting as any of the downhill trails I had been doing on my mountain bike that Spring.   Returning half an hour later Priscilla had managed to find a spot away from the worst of the bugs and expended a large portion of our remaining bug repellent.


We were nearly done with our trip, but the fun wasn't over.



 The Xterra performed admirably as we scouted lines and Priscilla spotted me as we made the engaging drive back to the boats, then repeated it in reverse with the boats on the roof.  We felt fortunate Priscilla had voiced that we not do the run the day before, as we would have been lined up to do the two mile hike out instead of being inspired into this fun driving adventure.  While it would have been worth the hike, we much preferred having the boats on the roof, rather than our shoulder.



What a day, it took about 50 more minutes to get back to Bass lake where we stocked up on supplies before heading back into the hills for our last night in California.  The next day we made the long drive back to Salem, Oregon satisfied on the High Sierra kayaking experience, without the class V.













Access:  Granite Creek flows into the MF San Juaquin on river right just below the Crucible on the Devil's Postpile run.  Upstream a couple miles from that confluence is the end of this run, just below a foot bridge (37.502456, -119.237707).  You will need a high clearance vehicle for Granite Creek, preferably with 4WD.  The last 1/2 mile to the take out is even rougher than the rest, and with a high clearance vehicle you may still choose to carry your boats up that part at the end.  A saw for potential trees across the road is a good idea too.  You also want to have an idea about what the snow situation is up there, it is often snowed in early in the season.

From Bass Lake take either Beasore Rd out of The Pines, or Minarets Rd out of North Fork.  The Minarets Rd/Mammoth Pool Rd stays paved longer, but is a further distance.  Beasore Rd becomes pothole filled a few minutes past Beasore Meadows, but takes less time unless you are a pothole crawler.  There were remnants of snow near Beasore meadows when we drove up, but that was the only spot. The Minarets route is a better option if snow is a concern.

The put in is a couple miles past the turn towards Clover Meadow (where a small building serving as a ranger station stands), going right at the fork half a mile past the station will deliver you to the lower Granite Creek Campground put in (37.540796, -119.267806), left at the fork will take you to the bridge over the WF of Granite Creek (37.540796, -119.267806).

I'd recommend caching a map or two of the area on your phone and familiarizing yourself with it before heading up there. 


Click on the map to increase resolution.







Flows:  We paddled Granite creek June 28, 2019.  Here is a photo from the footbridge just upstream of the take out the day we ran the creek.  There was a large diurnal the day before, but the skies were mostly overcast this day and flows were more stable.  



 I believe the Devils Postile gage is probably the most relevant telemetry gage to use to plan a trip to Granite Creek, it is in the same watershed as Granite, but with minimal data points the strength of the correlation is uncertain.  The South Fork Merced shares a ridgeline with Granite and the Merced is nearby too so I'm including that data as well. 

  • We felt we had medium, class IV flows on June 28, 2019.  I would go back at higher or lower levels for a different experience, or the same flow.  I believe this creek has a wide runnable range.

  • Kirk Eddlemon paddled Granite Creek with a group from the southeast May 11, 2021 at what he felt was a bare minimum, where the bedrock rapids were fine, but the rest was rocky.  He said his group had a good time, but he probably wouldn't go back at the same flow.





Iv'e included data points from both of those trips below to help anyone planning a trip to the area.




June 28, 2019; Medium Flows (600/460)...................May 11, 2021; Minimal Flows (230/280)



June 28, 2019; Medium Flows (800/500).....................May 11, 2021; Minimal Flows(575/340)


June 28, 2019; Medium Flows (1400/1000).................May 11, 2021; Minimal Flows (850/700)

          
                                               



Pictures of the same rapids comparing the levels from the two trips.








Low water photos: Kirk Eddlemon and Stephen Formosa









Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Merced Headwaters: Hiking Information

A basic overview map of the trails


Click here to view a larger version of the map or to download.


Arranged from least energy output to most, named by the starting points and trail names of the 4 most obvious access trails.  All of these hikes use a portion of the John Muir trail.  Distances are to Merced lake.  If running the upper stretch starting at the Lyell Fork confluence is desired, add about 5 miles to the hike.

The reservation system is not realistic for kayakers, therefore only information about first come-first serve permits are mentioned below.  Permits are issued at 11am the day before they are valid at one of the wilderness permit stations in the park. Permit priority for a particular trailhead is given to the closest permit issuing station, though a permit can be procured for any trail at any permit issuing station.  Show up willing to use any of the trailheads available, and have a list of options ready.  Early arrival is wise.  Camping in the backpackers camp the day before a trip is an option for those with a permit. 

Glacier Point:  A little over 13 miles.  This option allows one to camp near Moraine Dome, where paddlers can ditch their camping gear.  This means only about 8 miles of hiking are required with a full load.  The camp is at the end of the whitewater section.
First come, first serve permits available: 4

Tenaya/Sunrise Lakes:  About 11 miles.  Two uphill portions, each a mile or less.  Full gear will need to be carried to the Lost Valley, Range of Light and down will need to be run with a loaded boat.
First come, first serve permits available: 6

Tuolomne/Rafferty:  Just over 14 miles.  Longest distance to Merced Lake on this list, dropping into the Merced about a mile above Merced Lake, it is a good option for boaters running the section above Merced Lake.  Merced Lake is a good campsite, everything below there must be run with a full load.
First come, first serve permits available:  8

Happy Isles:  About 11 ½ miles, be aware the first 3 miles are brutal.  Can camp at Moraine Dome.
First come, first serve permits available: 12, these are highly sought after by hikers.

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Parking is also more regulated than the average kayaking run.  The bus system is not designed for kayaking purposes, but can be used for shuttling people (probably not kayaks).  Check out the “Getting Around Yosemite” section of this link for more info.

 

Access for kayakers is not completely dialed yet, so more options for getting into this section may be available to crafty boaters.  All trips require a hike out of 4 miles along the John Muir Trail (the Mist trail is not recommended for kayakers with backpacks).


Monday, June 15, 2015

Merced


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We were paddling on June 7th and 8th.  We thought this was a perfect flow for a hardshell kayak, but a touch high for IK's to run the main gorge.            

        Merced @ Happy Isles


Merced: Prologue

This trip really started a couple months ago with a botched attempt at Upper Cherry.  I was highly skeptical that the classic run was going to be in the desired flow range but was on a train destined for a collision course with California.  I decided that instead of jumping ship I would look into other options in the area.  The obvious choice was a salvaging run on South Silver, despite lamentations to the contrary we ended up doing this run and really enjoying it.  I also noticed that there were a couple runs on the Merced flowing and further research showed that a couple new sections on this stream had just been legalized thanks to the work of American Whitewater.  I checked out the maps and was most intrigued by the headwaters run on the Merced, which had large/smooth slides that could be seen from the satellite imagery.  I did some basic reconnaissance on the internet but since it was only a backup plan didn't delve too deep.

Ben Mckenzie, Kory Kellum, Priscilla Macy and myself headed out from the Willamette Valley at a leisurely pace certain that Upper Cherry was still high and we had a couple days to kill before we would even be thinking about hiking in.  As I mentioned earlier we took a pit stop at South Silver and had a great time.  Totally the epitome of class fun.  We portaged the mandatory as well as a manky double drop near the beginning, but other than that we slipped and slid our way down our first taste of Granite goodness.  I walked back up the creek to run shuttle while the others walked the boats past the last hundred yards of mank.

We were liking what it was California was offering.


We left South Silver in high spirits headed towards Groveland, where we met up with Willy Dinsdale. Despite high optimism from others who were going to start their hike that night, we were skeptical at best that Cherry would drop into a good range.  After pizza and beer with Willy (high water Cherry veteran) we decided that we would make the call in the morning.

What we were working with, hearing that 3.4 was considered a good, padded flow and 4' was high.

Morning came and the gauge had actually gone up a touch, we had no reservations about aborting and considered the alternatives.  Ben and Willy decided on low water Fantasy Falls while Priscilla, Kory and I decided to check out Yosemite since we had never been.  We parted ways and did a quick park and plop on the SF Tuolumne on the way over.

Kory having a good time.




On the way down we decided to check out Yosemite Valley but also were looking for an IK to haul up the Merced to run the headwater slides, given we only had a couple days and needed to move quick.  The plan was to then take turns running the slides and have a pretty leisurely time at it.  We went to the local guiding company, but the only IK they had was a friends who was not in town and understandably they chose to honor their duty of keeping it safe and did not loan it to us.  I decided I would just haul my hardshell up and we could take turns carrying the boat and overnight gear, then take turns running the slides.  We knew we needed a permit so went to the office where they informed us all the permits had been assigned for the day that allowed access to that area.  We were a bit bummed but while looking through a book in the office we saw a picture of one of the slides and we which fueled our fire to return.  It looked to be over 50' tall and totally clean!  We got a permit to Ostrander Lake instead and had a nice evening hike up to the lake, doing the last hour or two at night under a full moon.

Ostrander Lake in the morning


 We got up moderately early as we needed to do the 7 mile hike back to our vehicle quickly in order to run shuttle for Ben and Willy before driving back to Oregon.

We got into cell range and had a message from Ben; "Had to hike out of Fantasy, Willy dropped me off at a Starbucks.  No rush, lots to do here in Angel."  Thats another story on its own, but the gist is it required another overnight backpacking trip to retrieve Ben's borrowed boat and a long drive through the night to get a sick Kory back to work afterwords.

We were exhausted and I left California with mixed feelings.  However, a week later while at work back in Salem the Upper Merced popped back into my mind.  This time I did the fully required research, learned about the challenges of acquiring permits, the best hiking routes, compared pictures from hikers to historic water levels, found more than enough pictures of big granite slides to get me very excited and the trip planning began.

Click on this link and you will understand!:  bunnell cascade

After 2 weeks of planning we felt ready to give it a go.

Priscilla and I decided we would take inflatable kayaks (IKs) to reduce weight on the 14 mile hike in. The internet scouting led us to believe the best drops would go just fine in these craft and would make portaging in tight locations easier.  Levels looked good for a trip that weekend, but rain bumped up the levels out of our comfort zone a couple days before our planned departure.  We spent a nice weekend on the Klamath, hoping levels would drop down by the next weekend, it did not.   Sunday we checked the forecast and saw that levels were projected to drop throughout the week down to a reasonable level for a trip the following weekend.  Sunday evening we told our friend Ben about the trip, thinking he might be interested.  Half hour later he informed us that Steve Fisher and Pat Keller were already hiking in the next day to do the very run we had been planning for.  We had been hoping to have the first crack at this run, but figured so long as we got in there before they got home and started posting media we could still have the pure experience of a pioneering style trip.  We decided we would pull the trigger, taking some time off work for an extended weekend and give it a go for ourselves.  Forecasted thunderstorms for the weekend had us a little nervous, but as is often the case knowledge is power and after more research, phone calls and checking the forecast we felt comfortable we would be ok and possibly enjoy camping in the thunderstorm. With levels projected not to be affected by the weather, Priscilla picked me up from work mid-day Thursday and we set off on our adventure.



  To be continued...

Merced: The Story


The Prologue can be read here.


We set off from Salem heading north, the opposite direction to Yosemite.  This was because Priscilla had a presentation to deliver in Cascade Locks which would complicate logistics further, but proved to be worth the effort.   I traded vehicles with my mother for the week to maximize gas mileage (IK's don't need roof racks!) and we set off south with plans to drive through the night to get to Tuolumne Meadows in time to secure a permit.   Things looked to be falling apart when we had to take an hour long detour near Bend, but persistence prevailed and we crossed the California border around 2:30 AM, arriving in Tuolumne Meadows around 9:30 AM.  We got in line at the permit office, excited to see we were first in line.  We were willing to take any permit we could get, but had a desired route in mind.  Come 11AM we walked up to the counter and secured our permit to hike from Glacier Point to Merced Lake.  We had a day to kill before we were allowed to begin our hike, so headed down to the valley for our first horizontal slumber since we had awoke at 5:30AM the day before.

The drive to Yosemite Valley and our campsite was over an hour and just as we were getting ready to unload our gear the first thunderstorm of the weekend hit.  We continued to unpack but as the water piled up and gumdrop sized hail began in ernest we yielded to the weather and retreated back into the car where the large amount of gear prevented the seats from reclining.  We spent the next hour waiting it out, we were then able to get camp set up and finally rested our eyes at 3PM.


Evening in Yosemite Valley


The next morning saw us up at Glacier Point around 8AM, we intended to camp at the end of the whitewater section today and with 7 miles of trail in front of us 9AM seemed like a reasonable time to begin the hike.

Near Glacier point, looking up the Merced headwaters


Two hours of packing saw us hitting the trail after 10AM.  The hike in really isn't too bad, but that much weight on your back for that long is going to hurt.

Stuff for our back

Stuff on our back



The thunder returned in the afternoon and this time we found it enjoyable.  We made camp around 5PM near Moraine Dome at the upstream end of Little Yosemite Valley at the base of a large cascade.
We got camp set up just as it started raining, the rain ended an hour later and was the last precipitation of significance for the trip.



The next morning saw us hiking between 8-9AM, covering the 6 miles to Merced Lake by 2PM.   We had left our camp set up near Moraine Dome and were hiking "light" with just our boating gear. By the time we reached Merced Lake we were tired but happy to be paddling.  The run starts off in top form with a fun, straight forward slide.

It was so fun that even sore from all the hiking we had to walk up the granite sidewalk to do it again.


 The gorge the slide started off lasts about a half mile and is as fun as it gets.  There were back to back 5-10 foot slides the whole way finishing with a 50 foot tall slip and slide.  Unfortunately, one of the limitations of the IK's was brought to focus when Priscilla hit a hole in a small rapid, filling up the boat with water just above an eddy we intended to catch.  The couple of seconds of having a heavy boat before it drained were enough to cause her to miss what otherwise would have been a simple eddy.  She turned to face the next double drop while I yelled the line to her from shore.  I jumped back in my boat when she did not pop out from the second drop in the series right away, as I did I saw her boat rocket unmanned into the air.  I still couldn't see her as I resurfaced from the first drop, as I crested the second drop I saw her rise from the depths and into the pool below.  We both got out on the left side with her recovered gear and took some time as she was understandably shaken up.

Good stuff in the first gorge


We talked it out and assessed that the combination of being tired and having IK's would likely mean we wouldn't be running some of the class V sections we had seen on the way up.

The next rapid was another double ledge/slide and she chose to hop back on the horse.  We finished up the gorge shortly arriving at the exit drop (the 50'+ slide)  We saw a sweet line on the left that could be done if we skipped the lead in, so only ran about 30-40 vertical feet of the slide, but it was a blast.  As we were finding out, this run is full of the largest class III-IV rapids either of us had ever run.  Below this large one was an island we ran on the left and then a short meadow.

Assessing the exit slide to the first gorge.


At the end of the meadow is a foot bridge marking the entrance to the largest gorge on the run.  We ran/portaged the series of rapids leading up to the point where the walls became vertical and large on just before a right turn and found our predetermined take out on the left.  This gorge is full of good rapids, but the entrance and exit didn't really go in IK's and portaging the exit would require setting up rope before dropping into the gorge so we decided to let it rest, confident Pat and Steve had likely already unlocked that particular piece of whitewater.  We deflated the boats and walked around the trail on the left.  Half hour or so later we arrived at the end of the gorge and stashed our gear (minus the IK's foam floors we were using for sleeping pads).  Planning to finish the run the next day, we walked back to our camp.  We ate ravenously that night and the joy that comes with adventure in the wilderness started setting in.

Good stuff before getting locked into the main gorge.

A taste of the goods.

Exit rapid

Exit to the exit rapid.


The next morning we were back to our gear and paddling downstream before noon, likely a couple hours earlier but I wasn't paying attention.  The day started with a few steep bouldery rapids with good boofs and a quick portage or two.  This section ended in yet another long slide, this one was lower angle but had a neat pillow move off a boulder in the middle.



Another island followed, then we were back into steep bouldery rapids, one of which created a clean drop between 10-15'.  We portaged the gorge above Bunnell Cascade, the entry drop had three boofs in quick succession and would have required not getting any water in the IK in order to execute said boots.  I thought it went for sure in a hardshell and likely went in an IK, but decided against running it.  We both ran Bunnell Cascade, which I thought was one of the funnest drops I have ever run.  Its tall and fast and low difficulty!  The exploding mess at the top had me a bit worried, but after further study I was confident there was a line on the left and indeed there was.

Bunnell, so fun!!

 Below here was an island and a meadow with an easy log portage or two before a couple of class IV rapids leading up to the final large cascade just above our camp.  The lead in rapids were fun and the cascade was divine; tall, fast and all it required was lining up and keeping it straight, resulting in a skip across the pool at the bottom.

Walking up for round 2.


We then took a nap and a swim before deciding we may as well paddle/hike out that afternoon.  One more island below camp and then a few miles of pleasant meadow floating through Little Yosemite Valley.



This section had a few easy log portages.  We took out just before the whitewater picked up again, below this point the stream enters a gorge which concludes with Nevada Fall and is not legal to paddle.  We were going to take the Mist Trail, but weren't sure where it branched off from the trail we were on (John Muir).  We made it to the lip of Nevada Fall before realizing it had branched off back near the bathrooms.  We were glad to have made the mistake as the view from the lip of Nevada Fall is incredible.  We backtracked and began the knee/back busting descent down the Mist trail.  The Mist trail is breathtaking and should be done by anyone capable, but not with a kayak on your back.  If you are carrying a boat, use the John Muir trail.  This trail is a little longer but not as steep.  For us, the Mist trail turned out to be the most difficult part of the whole trip and our bodies were pretty beat, the trail flattens a bit before Vernal Fall which helped ease the strain.  As the trail descends from the lip of Vernal it gets rough again and we were really feeling the pain.  The next hour or two was challenging for us, but we made it out to the bus stop shortly after dark and it only took us a little stumbling around in the dark to locate our camp and flop down for the night sans dinner.

The next morning we ate a harty breakfast of all our left over camping food and I took the last seat on a $25 dollar bus shuttle to return to our car on Glacier Point.  I expected a dull ride, but it went quick as the driver told stories of the area and how things got their names, it was nice being a tourist after many days of effort.  Upon arriving back at Glacier Point the adventure had one more trick up its sleeve in the form of a dead battery.  After figuring out the tricks of jump-starting a Hybrid I returned to Priscilla and the Valley where we loaded up and began the 10 or so hour drive to Grants Pass.

The trip was long and full of trials, one of my favorites yet.

   -jacob



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We were paddling on June 7th and 8th.  We thought this was a perfect flow for a hardshell kayak, but a touch high for IK's to run the main gorge.



Hiking Information: Found here