|Looking northeast from Valpa Pass. Pk. 3850 is the high point on the skyline near the left edge of photo.|
|Pt. 2975, "Ray Creek Peak", on the shoulder of Pk. 3850+|
|Map of Pk. 3850+ expedition route, June 17 - 20. This route offered the most direct approach to the Pk. 3850+, but the pass between Blume and Valpa creeks is rather high. Feather River and Johnstone Creeks also offer hiking passes into Canyon Creek from the Teller Road. All three of these passes are Class III on the north side.|
|Looking south up Valpa Creek from Canyon Creek.|
|Looking east up Canyon Creek to the beauteous Pk. 3300 (link).|
Like Jed Clampett, like Terminator, like Elmer Fudd, or Steven Segal in Valdez, I rammed the action on the 12-gauge, and flicked the safety gadget thingy quickly to red, and FIRED that big cannon until the walls of Canyon Creek were resounding with thunder and my body was shaking with the hippy terror of it all, and then realized I had left the piece of protective duct tape over the damn barrel of the gun and was lucky I hadn't blown myself to pieces.
Lucy came around the corner, sheepishly: she had gotten temporarily lost in the wilderness and had been yelling for Daddy. Guess I might have been a little on edge, totally SOLO in the deep psychological water of Canyon Creek, with all those.
|Looking up Ray Creek|
|Looking southwest at Pk. 3870, the "Grand Singtook", from the summit of Pk. 3850+. These two mountains are big cousins at the west end of the Kigs.|
|Looking north from Pk. 3850+|
East summit of Pk. 3850+, one of the humps on the "three-humped camel." The usual Kigluaik fearsome drop-off to the north, gentle slopes to the south.
|A look into mysterious Fall Creek|
|Tors above Fall Creek, looking north|
|Looking east along the spine of the Kigs from Pk. 3850+|
|Another look at Pt. 2975 at the head of Ray Creek|
|This obelisk at the summit of Pk. 3850+ was knocked over when I found it, but had obviously been put there by someone, so I re-erected it. Thought I smelled the scent of Amato on it.|
|Selfie of me and Lucy on the summit of Pk. 3850+, June 18, 2015|
Sad to leave the reverso world of the North Side Kigs. Even now my awareness, firmly stuck in the city and the GLUE OF TOWN, longs to be back in the electro-magnetic wash of Canyon Creek, the purplish fuzz of the cool-down hour at June Solstice time when the mist drops and the roar of water hushes, my paleo-wolf and I scanning the landscape for Troodon.