by dknapp1 on Wed May 27, 2009 11:47 am
Date Hiked: May 23, 2009
General Condition: Impassable (completely overgrown or tread obliterated)
Reported by Sarah Doty:
Specific = Bottchers Gap to Pico Blanco Camp = TOTALLY OBLITERATED
The Little Sur Trail from Pico Blanco Boy Scout Camp to Pico Blanco camp should be closed! Although the trail is still somewhat there, the number of large trees and brush piles blocking it (In excess of 45-50) make getting anywhere near Pico Blanco Camp impossible. I cannot believe that the Big Sur Station actually recommended this trail last Thursday! I certainly would not attempt it again without several gas powered chain saws and a mule team carrying a 10 day water supply. The fact that the forest service is not trying to find my body (or someone else's) right now somewhere on that hill is some kind of small miracle.
Here is a description of our travels:
My friend and I are calling this the "Extremely gnarly BBQ redwoods trip".
We started out by arriving at Bottchers Gap somewhat later in the evening. We were informed by the camp host that the last site had just been taken and that we had to continue down to Little Sur Camp. Knowing that we didn't want a fire, he was still unwilling to allow us to put our tiny little 2 person tent somewhere unobtrusive, so we headed down the road in the pitch black for a 1-2 hour hike to Little Sur Camp. LUCKILY, there was a car full of delayed Boy Scouts who felt sorry for the two people backpacking in the dark, and crammed us into their car with their children and all their gear. They dropped us at the trail head to Little Sur Camp. The trail to Little Sur camp was in good condition, but had quite a bit of poison oak which wasn't a problem because we couldn't see it anyway. We got to the camp and there was exactly one campsite left. The campsite is very nice and right along the river, but there is little to no privacy - which is great if you want to hang out with other campers, but really bad if you're a woman trying to use the loo. There's a steep hill on one side, and a creek on the other, and because I'm really seriously opposed to peeing in my drinking water, I had to hike all the way back up the trail until I found a nice little patch of poison oak to carefully pee on.
The next morning, we headed out early and walked down the hot, dry road to the Pico Blanco Boy Scout Camp where nice people greeted us and offered us water and bathrooms and led us to the trail head. The river crossing was deeper than it looked and we didn't bother to take off our hiking boots which was a mistake. I have very waterproof tall boots and got through it a little wet, but my friend got soaked. There are no signs to the trail head and if they boy scouts hadn't led us there, we would never have found it. You have to go to the main camp building and turn right behind it to go up the steep road to the water tanks. Past the sign that says "trail" (which leads somewhere else), there is another set of signs that tell you to go Left for Jackson Camp and Right to Pico Blanco. [Authors note: Why the heck am I telling you how to get to the trail head! Do not get to the trail head, DO NOT go here! DO NOT take this trail! Turn around NOW!]
This next section is for forest service personnel or trail clearing crews only. YOU have already taken my advice and turned around to head back to Bottchers Gap.
Behind the water tanks is a section of trail fondly and accurately referred to as "Cardiac Hill". There are probably 10-20 places where large trees and brush piles have completely blocked the trail, so what was once a strenuous climb is now taking your life into your own hands. Did I mention that the trail is really slippery with leaves and that we were attacked by swarms of hungry mosquitoes? In some places, you have to climb all the way up the steep slope through poison oak thickets to get around giant logs the width of a car.
If you make it up "Myocardial infarction hill" as I have renamed it, and you still have blood left in your body from the mosquito swarms, then you get to a place where the trail disappears. Somebody who thought you should actually keep going got really stoned and then decided to put up little pink and yellow flags all over so that you could get to the top of the hill and to the burned out sign post now laying on the ground. At least the mosquitoes somewhat tapered off by this point. Here the trail forks: If you're going to a list of other trails that are probably even worse than the Pico Blanco trail then go left, Pico Blanco is to the right. The top of the ridge is a little meadow full of wildflowers and poison oak and the directional flags are tied to grasses and plants that they will probably fall off of soon. Coming down off the ridge, there is a massive blockage of brush about 30-40 feet wide full of trees and bushes that all made a giant pile during some winter storm. Getting around it takes a good 20-30 minutes and steep climbs and crawling through poison oak are involved. On the other side of the blockage, over a little hill and another large downed tree, you will come to the place where the recently burned out hunting huts once stood. Piles of rusty metal objects and remnants of an old fireplace are now strewn about the redwood gully and the trees are all black. One enormous tree has fallen and blocked the trail, and you have to crawl under it to get to the site, covering yourself in ash in the process. If you get stuck and can't get back, this site is probably the only flat place to camp, and there's water if you follow the gully 20-30 minutes down, blazing your own trail. The trees are all precariously standing on their ashy bases and a strong wind is probably enough to send several of them crashing down on your tent.
From here, blazing your own trail the whole way, you can follow the little flags through a hot chaparral area with lots of flowers. The trail is narrow, covered in poison oak, and washed out in some places. Eventually, you get up to Pico Blanco where there are lots of blooming Yucca whipplei. Here there is a small narrow trail through the grass and pink tags lead you up onto the slopes of Pico Blanco where the trail and the tags end abruptly. If you keep going, you'll end up in a mess of spiky vegetation and limestone karst (very sharp rocks) that can take hours to get out of. You can see the Little Sur river from here, and the place where Pico Blanco camp is supposed to be, but there isn't any way to get down to it. The road above leads up to the top of Pico Blanco to the right, or curves around the mountain to the left -- neither are places you want to go. You can hear the Little Sur river which is a big bummer because there is no water accessible, and the hot dry slopes are not helping you conserve what's in your canteen. At this point, we attempted to blaze our own trail down to the river to at least get some water, but were thwarted in our attempts by a cliff, a huge poison oak thicket, and many downed trees. We found something that looked like it was once a trail that we followed down for awhile until we were completely stopped by a large amount of brush blocking the path. We decided to turn around -- something we should have done 24 hours prior.
The way back was even more challenging because our muscles were sore and climbing over the large trees and brush piles was difficult. Additionally, "Myocardial infarction hill" was extremely steep and slippery on the way down, and we hadn't reached Little Sur river which meant we had to ration our water.
In summary, if we hadn't decided to take a full 2-3 day supply of water with us, or if we hadn't been really experienced backpackers (I used to do contract work for the forest service), or if we hadn't been as physically fit, or experienced in navigation and survival skills, we would still be up there somewhere dehydrating to death.
The fact that the forest service at Big Sur Station actually recommended this trail knowing that no one had been down it since the fire is either proof that they enjoy dramatic and expensive rescue attempts at taxpayer expense, or that they want to scare people away from the Ventana Wilderness by increasing the number of deaths that occur annually.
P.S. We ran into another couple that didn't make it either, and had camped somewhere dangerous when they ran out of daylight. All in all, it took us 11 hours of hiking to get to the "end" (we didn't even make it down to the camp), and about 7 hours to get back from the former Hunting Hut gully.