


Hopin To Take Another Shot At This "White Whale", This Season: Vincent Gap > Upper Mine Gulch...
Prolly let this 1 simmer ontha "back burner" abit too long, but I ain't givin up, just yet.
Whether, or not, I'm still up to tha task, we're about intha prime season forit.
Lookin for recent intel fr Vincent/Mine Gulchs, regardin trail (Or lack, thereof!) conditions/flow, and, of course, if this sounds like your cup'a tea, all interested parties'r welcome, so long as we're ontha same page, as to what tha plan is...
I've attached screenshots, but, bear in mind, most recent imagery's fr Sep 2025, soit looks abit dry. I xpect Vincent/Mine Gulchs'r still flowin, altho Mine Gulch might dip below tha scree field, for abit, lower-down.
Dina'd prolly only do this 1, if I can get others to throw-in withus. But! Ifyur ponderin throwin-in withus, u should consider our pace, as, ifyur a young whipper-snapper, or'a genetically-blessed older person, hangin with us, mightbe quite maddening, n'it might just rob u of actually achievin the objective.
IFit's just ME, I'm ok w/bein left behind (On ingress/egress...) ifit looks like I'm puttin tha mission at risk, but, as Dina'd prolly only wanna doit, ifwe have company, just be HONEST about your thoughts on stickin 2gether, so she can maka informed decision.
We madit totha confluence w/tha last significant drainage, ontha L (Red Dot!), on our last attempt.
It'sa forgone conclusion, that, at some point (Assumin we makit that far...), we'll hit some impassable technical sh*t, but, I'm hopin 2c some wondrous things, erewe get shut-down...
Link to album/writup fr previous attempt: https://photos.app.goo.gl/dXeK6ug2maYT4rdG7
Guessit don't show tha writup, less'n yur viewin in Photos app, so, ifu care to readit...
"Mine Gulch’s 1’a those targets that’s been on my list for years, but I’ve been waitin for tha right conditions. 1 thing I failed to consider, whilst I was waitin, was just how quickly my own condition would decline. I’m nowhere near tha man I was, even afew yrs ago. But! Since I din’t git’r-done, in my prime, this old carcass’ll haftado. Only other option’d be to give-up on my dream, which I ain’t prepared to do…
I was thinkin late May/early June wouldabeen ideal, but the S2 closure put my aspirations on hold, and pushed tha mission into summer, and the warmer temps, I’d been hopin to avoid…
4cast called for sunny/79, which might not seem so bad, but, truth be told, in sunny conditions, 60’s seem closer to ideal for me, these days, and, given the elevation profile for this mission, I knew 79 degrees, was pushin the envelope.
Ranit by Dina, n she agreed it cun’t hurt to go havalook, even tho havina look would involve descending Vincent Gulch, and, once we hit tha confluence w/Prairie Fork, we were prettymuch committed…
We hit Vincent Gap about 8, n saddled-up. It wern’t hot yet, but I could tellit soon would be…
Tha downhill jaunt, on the 1st leg’a tha trail, passed quickly underfoot, but, once we took tha Vincent Gulch cutoff, I quickly regretted my decision to leave tha loppers behind. I was rememberin tha trail conditions, from our last trip, back in Jul, 2018, but, clearly, nobody’d lifted a finger to thwart Mother Nature’s efforts to reclaim her territory, n tha tide of battle had shifted, dramatically, in her favor! We were on’a mission, and cun’t spare any time, but I did break quiteafew limbs that were encroachin ontha trail, n even busted-out tha saw, in acouple’a tha nastiest spots. It really amazes me, how ppl simply will not do anything to keep trails clear. Preferrin to let things deteriorate to tha point, where only a concerted effort, from’a maint crew, can reverse things. If EVERYONE did ali’l, nobody’d haftado ALOT…
We heard flowin water almost immediately, but, just as quickly, tha sound disappeared. Since Vincent Gulch was tha “path of least resistance”, the water must’a gone underground. But! I was pleased to find enough flow for a hatdip, when we x’d tha gulch.
Tha trail climbed high above tha gulch, ontha E Wall, immediately after x’ing. I considered stickin w/tha crk, but I knew time was of the essence, and we cun’t afford any distractions. While downed trees and encroachin brush were tha biggest annoyances onthaway down, after tha x’ing, we began to encounter sections of tha “trail” that were razor-thin, and downright sketchy, with exposure to anything from’a humiliating slide, to a serious fall. These sections need some major surgery, and a pickaxe/maddock, are abit too heavy, for even tha most conscientious travelers, to bring along…
At 1 point, I reached-down to break-off a stick, that was encroachin ontha trl, n came face 2 face witha rattler! At 1st, u could tell’e was relyin on’is camo, but, even when I came in close, to get pics, he simply wun’t fire-up his rattle. These guys’r tha worst! Ali’l warnin’s better’n no warnin atall, any day. I decided that stick would hafta wait for some1 else to take care ofit, n we were on our way…
Not long after seein tha rattler, we met’a dude, walkin w/his pooch. He asked us ifwe had any Deet, and we let’im hose himself down, altho, based upon how thick tha bugs were, he musta had’a pretty torturous mornin. We chatted about tha gulch, where he’d been, and where we were goin, and, after passin-on a warnin about tha snake, we took our leave.
When we finally dropped-in to tha gulch, we could scarcely believe how very different it looked, than tha last time we’d passed this way! Aside from the ample flow, which had only been a slimy trickle, last time, the gulch waza quagmire of bent/broken deadfall, of every description. Mother Nature’d been doin some serious “renovatin”!
We tried not to get sucked-in toit, butit was hard to keep movin, with so many amazin sights to see.
When we finally hit the confluence with Prairie Fork, we were unsurprised to findit flowin strong, given thatit was flowin prettygood last time, in what was drought conditions. We were struck by the conspicuous powdery gray coating on everything in tha watercourse. When we madit down to tha confluence with Vincent Gulch, we were similarly struck by tha differences between tha 2 waterways. Vincent Gulch had’a decidedly “golden” coating, on everything in the watercourse, and, where tha 2 creeks converged, it was quite’a spectacle.
We hurriedly made our way down to ℅ tha confluence w/Mine Gulch, and I was xcited to find’a small flow, emanating from tha scree, approx 50’ above tha confluence. But! This was the ONLY trace of water, comin from Mine Gulch! It was now, well n truly HOT, and launchin an assault on that skree field, w/no water available, seemed like suicide. Seein tha natural filtration, and knowin I might not be seein any water for awhile, I drank my fill, and, whilit mightbe “risky business”, I gottasay, that water was PRIMO. Had 1 last hatdip, n we went n had lunch under’a fir tree, and contemplated tha hurtfest that lay b4 us…
Tha skree field in Mine Gulch is pretty loose n shifty, so every step, must be taken with care, which really slowsu down, when you’re try’nabe fast. Mighta only been 700 yards or so, but, bythatime tha creek returned to tha surface, I was near quittin. I was afraid it’d go underground again, butit remained visible, for tha duration, and even seemed to be flowin stronger thanit was lower-down…
Higher n higher we climbed, and steeper n steeper it got, until we began to encounter copious amounts of deadfall; everything from tangled masses of roots, to giant logs, strewn about, azif a giant toddler had just thrown a tantrum. Same shifty skree, but now witha treacherous layer of equally shifty deadfall, which slowed us down, even further. We battled our way up to tha confluence w/tha last major fork, and lookin upstream, it seemed tha debris field ended, and tha gulch was somewhat clear, beyond this point, albeit, still tha same nasty skree.
We were close enough to smell tha wondrous things that awaited, ifwe could only makit back there, but, as I scanned the imagery, and did ali’l mental math, comparin how long it’d taken us to get here, vs how much farther we still had to go, in order to reach tha bedrock, that I knew would force all this water to tha surface, and into tha waterfalls that 1st piqued my interest, during a SAT Recon, all those years ago. There was just no way! We’d already blown past our turnaround time, and given the copious bear sign we saw, onthaway in, still bein ontha trail, after dark, seemed lika bad idea. It waza heartbreakin decision, but I knewit was time to let this “White Whale” go. We had’a snack n hydrated, n headed for home…
My “wanderlust” serves as an anesthetic, and can blindme to just how bad I’m hurtin, but, once tha decision’s been made, to callit, that quickly evaporates, n I’m left with soul-crushing fatigue. We had so far to go, almost entirely uphill, andit was gonna hurt!
We were keenly aware of just how F’d we’d be, if either ofus got hurt, so we employed a reasonable hybrid of caution/haste, and tried to make-up time, to the extent it was possible. It’d takenus 8 HOURS to reach our turnaround point, and if tha return leg took that long, we wun’t makit back totha TH till midnight…
We felt slow AF ontha climb out, but, somehow, we managed to shave 3hrs off our ingress time, and madit back to tha TH @ 21:00, somewhat tha worse for wear.
Even tho we din’t achieve our objective, I still felt like I’d earned that “danger-cold” Pacifico!
Mine Gulch is sum’a tha wildiest wilderness in SoCal, even thoit may be just below 1’a tha more popular peaks. Just even bein in that gulch is a feelin that’s hard to describe. It really feels like you’re seein things u ain't a’s’post’a see.
Ain’t quite prepared to give-up on my dream, but, if I’m ever to see what’s back there, I’m gonna hafta findaway to change the equation, somehow. I can’t hike faster, and, with each passin day, I’m only gettin slower. A backpackin trip’d be the ideal solution, but my back’s too wrecked for sleepin ontha ground. Maybe I should just start buyin Lotto tickets, and, when I win, I can buy’a helo. Then, u’ll see! U’ll all see… (Que maniacal Plankton laughter!)"