by hotrod4x5 » Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:07 pm
Ok, here is my story. About 8 years ago I did this with my then family. I had my wife and her three daughters, ages 7, 9 and 13. NONE of them were hikers. I figured, like you do, that hey, it is mostly downhill, how hard can it be?
We started at GP pretty early, because rather than taking the bus, we drove, left the car and I took the bus the next morning while they lounged a the Lodge's pool. Ok, back to the hike.
We got to GP about 7:30 and hit the trail after looking over the edge around 8:30 or 9 am. (we also did some shopping there, including some hats that I still have) We started down the exposed ridge in the sun all the way to Illouette Creek. There we stopped for at least an hour while we rested, refilled our water and just enjoyed the stream.
Next is the long hike uphill, 700 feet up the other side of the Illouette drainage. The kids were still doing ok, but it was VERY slow going. To be honest, I don't remember how long it was taking, I only remember the ending time, which I will get to in a bit.
We got to the top of Nevada falls in the afternoon, say around 3 (maybe 4), I am guessing. We sat there and cooled our heals for at least an hour. This was also the first place my step daughters were able to go to the bathroom, because try as they might, they were not able to along the trail. (there is a toilet at the top of Nevada)
When we departed Nevada, it was late afternoon, I guess, because I remember the light was getting low in the sky. We went down the "mist" trail, which isn't misty along Nevada, but is LOTS of steps. The kids were doing ok, but my ex-wife was now complaining big time. "I thought you said this was a moderate hike!!!"
We got to the top of Vernal with no time at all to linger, as the light was fading fast. By the time we got to the Vernal bridge, I had to break out the flashlight. We were the ONLY ones on the trail as it was dark and my ex-wife told me my only saving grace was that I brought a flashlight. How did I ever think of that, she asked? (I had enough experience to know no matter what kind of hike, bring a light)
The bus was no longer running to Happy Isles by the time we reached it, so we had to go another mile or however far it is to Curry to catch the bus back to the Lodge. Our driver was nice enough to stop at our motel room rather than make us walk from the bus stop back to our building.
By now, it was 9pm, if I recall correctly, and we had NO food in our room except some snacks. I went to the Mountain Room to ask if I could get some food to go, but sorry they said, we are in the process of closing. The Mountain Lounge had one shrimp salad and a fruit salad left, and I bought them and took them to the room. My ex and the kids scarfed, while I was punished with nothing for dragging our non hiking family on what was dubbed forever more: "The Hike From Hell."
We took our sweet time, that's for sure. We took time to take photos, enjoy the streams and scenery. All in all, I do remember the total time, 11 hours.
This is a true story and is told as best as possible from my recollection of the events as they occurred.