From PCT mile 791.0 to 802.7 Total: 11.6 miles 7/9
On my 17th day on the PCT Sierra Section, I hiked up and over Glen Pass, continued down the South Fork Woods Creek Valley past the Rae Lakes, Arrowhead Lake, and Dollar Lake, all the way to the amazing Woods Creek Suspension Bridge, and managed to climb at least partway up Woods Creek toward Pinchot Pass, my goal for tomorrow. I hiked less than twelve miles, but it took me all day, probably due to climbing 1900 feet and descending 3600 feet. Lots of up and down in the High Sierra!

I woke up early, but not too early, largely due to my big resupply day yesterday. I ate a hot breakfast and packed up my gear, then hiked onward toward Glen Pass, which was only a mile or so away. I knew the ascent would be in the shade, which is why I didn’t bother rushing too much. Along the way I passed the campsite that Vicki and I stayed at back in 2019, plus two other lakes. The first one is in the middle of a talus pile, and it dries up some years, but the second one is in a solid granite bowl, and it has plenty of Brook Trout. So I stopped for a quick round of fly fishing, using my ultralight Tenkara rod. I caught a small one and let it go, then continued on.



The way up to Glen Pass was easy enough, as the snow had already melted on this, the southern side. The views of the lake got better as I climbed, and soon I saw other high peaks to the south and west. It’s always rewarding to climb higher.



I reached the summit of the pass and took a short break. There were a few other like-minded hikers up there, and we alternated taking photos of each other. I took quite a few photos and videos in every direction. Because that’s what I do! I was also here back in September 2020 with my son, and that time the view was ruined by smoke and ash from a wildfire a hundred miles south of here. It was much crisper today.




After my second break of the day, it was definitely time to get hiking. Those miles don’t hike themselves! Plus, the next item of business was the remains of the Glen Pass snow cornice. Even this early in the morning it was slushy and soft. My Microspikes would have been useless, so I left them in the pack and hiked onward, using my hiking stick for balance. The trail was like a deep trench in the snow, and there was almost no chance of sliding down into a pile of rocks. Just the way I like it.


After that, the descent was straightforward, simply following the switchbacks into the basin. There were quite a few unnamed lakes in the high valley to the west, and the Rae Lakes were further down the trail to the northeast. All in all, it was an uneventful section of trail. But with plenty of excellent views and photo-ops.



Once I reached the flatter area, there was a creek full of meltwater alongside the trail. I decided to filter two liters of water here. Yes, this was my third short break of the day. I seemed to be taking a lot of them. Maybe I wasn’t taking this twelve mile day seriously enough! But I didn’t care. I hung out in the shade of a pine, reading a book on my Kindle, while gravity did the work on my water filtering chore. There was still an unusually oppressive “Heat Dome” hovering over California, and it was hot, even up here at 11,000 feet elevation. It was even hotter further down, and that was exactly where I was headed. No need to rush into a sufferfest!



The Rae Lakes were gorgeous, as always. There is a reason why the park only allows hikers to spend two nights in this basin. JMT and PCT Hikers don’t spend longer than one night, because they have places to go, but the “Rae Lakes Loop” hikers are otherwise. As for me, well, I wasn’t going to spend even one night here. In fact, I didn’t even stop to fish! I did it two years ago, in 2022, on my way back from the Sixty Lakes Basin, so I was satisfied that there were trout in there. The difference this time was that I had to cross the creek between Upper and Middle Rae Lake, and the water was high enough for me to wear my water sandals this year. I didn’t mind, as my feet really needed a wash, and the cold water felt good.



After enjoying the view of Painted Lady to the south over the upper lake, I continued north toward the middle and lower Rae Lakes. The primary peak dominating this part of the basin was Fin Dome, which really looked like a giant granite dorsal fin, still standing tall after the glaciers of the ice age finished their retreat. Vicki and I climbed up on the southern edge of the fin in 2019, so seeing it brought back fond memories. Too bad she wasn’t here right now! But it wasn’t meant to be, as even twelve miles a day was more than she cared to hike.




After that, the Rae Lakes were history, but there were at least two more lakes to check out: Arrowhead Lake, which looked like an arrowhead on the map, and Dollar Lake, which was round like a silver dollar. At the northern end of Arrowhead, the trail crossed the South Fork of Woods Creek yet again. I was glad that the crossing was hoppable without putting on my sandals, as it sped things up considerably.



Along the way, I stopped to fish at both lakes, but only had luck in Dollar Lake. I caught a small Brookie, and let it go, as usual. This was part of my research, double-checking the internet sources that I used when compiling my Official List of Trout Types in various bodies of water along the PCT throughout the Sierra Section, cross-referenced to the mileage numbers on the Far Out mapping app on my phone. I thought that my fellow hikers who enjoy fishing would appreciate an easy-to-use reference. Thus far, the internet fishermen I consulted hadn’t failed me.
After fishing, I stopped on the north side of the Dollar Lake for a lunch break. If you count fishing, this was my sixth break today! And this one was the longest yet. I found a great spot in the shade with a fine view of Dollar Lake and Fin Dome.


After lunch was over, it was time to hike onward. There would be no more lakes until tomorrow, I’m afraid. What was in store for me was a long walk down a long valley. It was mostly easy hiking, with the occasional stream crossing the trail from the left. More snowmelt on its way to join with the main creek. It was pleasant, but you don’t get a lot of views down on a valley floor. Oh well.


The miles went by. Until they didn’t, that is. I had heard from several southbound JMT hikers that there was a long stretch of downed trees across the trail. They were damaged by avalanches last year, in the triple-normal snowfall of 2023. There was so much damage to everything in the Sierra that they were still working on a backlog of issues. A damaged forest out here in the backcountry was the least of their problems. The National Parks and National Forest crews had yet to finish working on getting the regular car-campgrounds open for business. Meanwhile, we hikers learned to make do with the conditions we found. By this time, in July 2024, there were already various routes and temporary trails established to avoid downed trees. But they weren’t great. In fact, they stank, and the going was very slow. Backpackers don’t carry saw blades. Extra time had to be taken to find the best side-trail to take, and a lot of it was guesswork. So that’s what I did. Besides taking lots of pictures, of course.




Eventually, the trail broke free and there were far fewer downed trees. The hiking got easy as the trail neared its lowest point of the day, at the confluence of Woods Creek and the South Fork Woods Creek. By this point, that amounted to an awful lot of flowing water, and the park had constructed a footbridge. But it wasn’t just a bridge. It was an extraordinarily light and wobbly suspension bridge made of a narrow steel catwalk and thin but strong cables. I had been looking forward to this all day, ever since my son and I crossed it back in 2020.




I crossed the bridge while taking photos with one hand and holding my GoPro video camera in the other. Then I went halfway back for a few more photos. Is it obvious that I love this bridge? Yes, I love this bridge.
After crossing it, I sat down on the river rocks on the northern shore of the creek and took a break. I ate some snack and read my Kindle for a while. I watched other hikers wobbling across. Some jumped up and down for fun, while others were more timid and wary. But everyone liked it afterward.


I also checked the Far Out app for camping opportunities in the near future. I was rather tired, and I knew that the upcoming part of the trail climbed steadily for another 4000 feet over the next eight miles, all the way to the summit of Pinchot Pass. The pass was tomorrow’s problem, but I also knew that this eight miles was notorious for feeling like the longest eight miles in the Sierra Nevada on a hot Summer day. It would behoove me to climb at least half of it right now, if possible. I just wanted to use the app to check out my camping options along the way, in case I was feeling wimpy later on. I had a premonition that I was going to get very wimpy.
My break was over, so I put on my backpack and started slogging up the trail along Woods Creek. It was steep in spots. But the best part was that I was able to take yet another break near some incredible granite water slides. Did I slide on my butt? Oh no. No way. These slides were more the deadly sort. Or the type you’d throw a log into, in order to see what happened to it, and if it could survive in one piece.




There were a few more waterslides as I climbed, but mostly Woods Creek was in a deep cleft below me. The sun was getting lower, thank goodness, but it was still quite hot below 9,000 feet elevation. One of the closer campsites I saw beckoned to me. I was feeling done for the day. I checked the app and there was a stream crossing the trail, the White Fork of Woods Creek. I decided that this would be perfect for collecting water, as my planned campsite was less than a half mile beyond it. I filled my gallon jug and carried it in my hand for the final distance.


As it turned out, the main creek was flowing right next to the campsite. It figured. But I didn’t care. My goal was to find a good spot for the tent. The first one I found had a great view downstream, and it was now in the shade as the sun was lower than the mountain to the west. I set up my tent right away. As I sat inside to blow up my air mattress I realized that the ground beneath me was still roasting hot. It had been in the sun all day long. I had enough experience (learned the hard way) to realize that I would be overheating all night long in my over-warm sleeping bag, even with the zipper open! Unacceptable. I took a walk around the area, and found a spot (without a view, sadly) that had been in the shade all day. Then I went back, unstaked the tent, and carried it, fully set up with its poles, all the way to the new spot. After that, everything was wonderful.


The rest of the evening was excellent. I cooked my ramen, ate it, and munched on some salty chips and Gatorade, as usual. I marked my map, made a few notes, and looked at tomorrow’s plan. Stopping a bit short of my goal today wouldn’t be a problem for me tomorrow. All was well, as it should be every night when out in the High Sierra.
For a topographic map of the hike see my CalTopo Page
For LOTS more photos of the trek see my Flickr Page
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