Hiking 2:15:47 [3] 4.12 mi (32:58 / mi) +532m 23:31 / mi
Goodwin Lake hike in Gros Ventre range. I’d hoped to get to the ski cabin about a mile more and a bit higher with some easy bush wacking but events contrived and I did not. A heavy frost this morn but when I started around 9:45 it was quite nice in the sun. First issue was having to park a mile from the trail head due to road erosion. My little rental Kia wasn’t up to such ruts - the same with at least 4 other cars, a mile away and maybe 400’ below.
The hike, starting at 8100’ was about 3 miles each way with the unexpected mile added on. I’d budgeted 6 miles and 1400’ climb and was caught offguard. I still made good progress for me and made Goodwin Lake in about 2.5 hrs and 4 miles. The cabin was further on and then required leaving the trail. I walked the wrong way around the lake, dealing with some tiring scree and losing time finding the trail I needed. There were two fly fisherman there but they could not help with the cabin. But I just wasn’t thinking because I had the info on my phone, a small section of photographed USGS. I got on the correct trail and sat down for some food/drink for energy. My sitting there in the shade frightened a woman on her way to Jackson Peak. In retrospect, I wish I’d followed her for a boost to the point where I had to leave the trail. I was too low on energy, not inclined to climb nor bushwhack. I had 1pm as the time to be headed back and it was around 12:20.
Later, I thought to estimate distance to go by Goodwin Lake lengths - and there were about 5-6 to get to the cabin. I started descending and actually turned back once and went up. But something said I was headed into trouble. On the way down, I was kicking myself. I saw more hikers, the Bridger-Teton NF wasn’t as “lonely” and I’d pushed aside bears for the most part though I had repellent.
Lovely views, a good challenge but sad about the cabin. It was 50 years since I was first there. In the fall of ’69 (in my way to my Navy assignment in the Pacific), I stopped at JH and hiked to the cabin in October, just finding it as dark fell. It snowed that night and the cabin was a necessity. My college roommate Bruce and & passed thru Jackson Hole summer ’68 after graduation. He never left. Some 20 years ago, Beth and I hiked to the cabin and spent the night in the meadow in front. The cabin was dark and dingy and populated with mice. The meadow was buggy in high summer.
I so wanted to see it again. Next time.