All that snow we rec'd last Thursday is g.o.n.e. -- GONE! NorCal's weather did a flip-flop (common everywhere these days) with today's forecast high a very warm 65°! Fact is, the weather guys say we're in for a spate of way-above-normal temps. We thought today would be an ideal day for lacing up the hikers. Out of all the options, we picked The Independence Trail East; haven't been on it in a year or more. I know it was closed for a good part of last year due to storm damage, and was recently rebuilt by the California Conservation Corps.
One of two entrances to the trail ... the other is accessible and has restrooms.
Hi Jimmy!
The ditch.
This trail is easy and a lovely place to hike ... it follows the gentle gradient of an old mining ditch (and is wheelchair accessible for the first mile). I wore a light long-sleeved shirt with a down vest and wondered in the cool air if I should've worn a jacket because tree cover and a generally northerly orientation keep the trail relatively cool for its 1400'-1500' elevation. At first I felt chilly, but as the day warmed, so did I.
I think it might be a bit early for Manzanitas to flower (white and pink above), but look at the rich red color of it's bark, bottom right. I liked the way the moss was creeping over a board. The photos were an experiment. This is the first time I used my late brother's red Olympus Tough camera. Fits in any pocket and it is allegedly waterproof to 50'. It's a little more complicated than the one I've been using ... but the pictures turned out all right. Yes? I can get used to it.
With bare Pussy Willow branches in the foreground, you see the Miners Tunnel (black hole, center). We couldn't get near the entrance to the tunnel; we would've been swept into the Pacific Ocean (eventually). The Pussy Willow looked ready to burst into bloom.
BTW, the Miners Tunnel was blasted through 800 feet of bedrock in the late 1870’s to divert the flow of the South Yuba during summer months so miners could work the main river channel. Both ends of the tunnel are visible ... if the water isn't too high.
We made it down that awful "deeply rutted road" to the river. I love clambering over the polished granite boulders. Those near the water are contoured by the river, and smooth as a baby's butt. Graceful and beckoning. We ate our lunch parked on a higher boulder. It ain't easy climbing back up to the trail, but we did it. I can tell you that Jimmy and I are always grateful that we can get Out and About like this. At our age, many can't. We don't take this gift for granted.
Because we had a powerful rainstorm Thursday (we got the snow), some of the many wooden bridges that replaced the flumes of yore were slickery, but not scary. Luckily the trail has two parallel paths, and we were able to bypass a few muddy places in the ditch bottom by moving up to the ditch bank.
Right here, we're approaching Smartie in the parking lot, but we still have to descend. This gives a good view of the river. That large white boulder? Probably as big as a two-bedroom condominium! That's our adventure for this day -- 5 miles or so, three hours +/-, and very enjoyable.
This time of year could be blah if you're looking for lots of color, but I love to see all the ferns and mosses growing out of the old canal stone and trail side. Once out of earshot of Hwy 49 (below), we enjoyed listening to the rushing water. The Yuba was loud and fast, and each of the seasonal streams feeding the Yuba was flowing madly.
The Independence Trail was the first identified wheelchair accessible wilderness trail in the country, how about that? The trail utilizes the old Excelsior Ditch, built around 1859 to carry water for hydraulic mining. After two miles it ends at the unmarked, deeply rutted, dirt Excelsior Ditch Camp Road. At that point it connects to more rugged side trails descending about 200' to the river. While the Independence Trail is easy, the short trails to the river are rated moderate to difficult. Read: Really steep.
We continued on for another 0.2 miles with views (above), through the vegetation, of Hoyt’s Crossing and the Miners Tunnel inlet 200′ below. The trail dead-ends at an abrupt drop-off; from there a steep, un-maintained section, festooned with poison oak, winds down to the river. We made it as far as we could, but said no thank you to the poison oak part!
BTW, the Miners Tunnel was blasted through 800 feet of bedrock in the late 1870’s to divert the flow of the South Yuba during summer months so miners could work the main river channel. Both ends of the tunnel are visible ... if the water isn't too high.
We made it down that awful "deeply rutted road" to the river. I love clambering over the polished granite boulders. Those near the water are contoured by the river, and smooth as a baby's butt. Graceful and beckoning. We ate our lunch parked on a higher boulder. It ain't easy climbing back up to the trail, but we did it. I can tell you that Jimmy and I are always grateful that we can get Out and About like this. At our age, many can't. We don't take this gift for granted.
Hey, I must be part mountain goat!
I didn't fall in. Good thing, the water was freezing.
Can you see me in the center of the pic?
I was shooting the video I sent to Instagram.
Because we had a powerful rainstorm Thursday (we got the snow), some of the many wooden bridges that replaced the flumes of yore were slickery, but not scary. Luckily the trail has two parallel paths, and we were able to bypass a few muddy places in the ditch bottom by moving up to the ditch bank.
Always a fascinating rock configuration. (Hi Jimmy!)
I usually say as I pass beneath, "I hope that rock doesn't fall now."
