• One down and one to go

    Gary Allman at the Devil's Backbone Wilderness, Collins Ridge Trailhead in Missouri.
    End or Part One – Three nights, two wildernesses. Here I am at the end of my Devil’s Backbone Wilderness trip. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    This isn’t an ordinary trip. I wanted to get a few more miles under my belt, so I came up with the idea for my ‘Four Days, Three Nights, Two Wildernesses‘ hike. Here I am back at the trailhead at the end of the first part: two and a half days, two nights, and one wilderness crossed off the list.

    Now to drive a hundred miles, and put in another mile or two before setting up for my third night, this time in Hercules Glades Wilderness. I’m going for something easy. My old favorite, the Pees Hollow Trail.   

    Gary Allman wearing a hat at the Devil's Backbone Wilderness, Collins Ridge Trailhead in Missouri.
    End or Part One – Before I took my hat off. It was chilly despite the sunshine.

    What you can’t see. The lower temps caught me out. I’m actually wearing a hiking kilt, which I swapped for the hiking pants I’d left in the van.

    I don’t usually meet many people on the trail — especially during the week — today I met eight (according to the sign-in sheet at the trailhead) on horseback. I’ve no idea what they made of me, but one horse was spooked, and one of the guys asked me if there was anything to see. “Just trees and leaves.” I replied.

  • A Tad Chilly

    Cold Start – It dropped to 21°F (-6°C) overnight, and it was still well below freezing when I hauled myself out of bed. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I took this picture while I was waiting for the water for a hot drink to warm up.

    I don’t have an insulated hood, so I improvised with my shemagh. Very elegant, very old lady. I’m also looking a bit chubby around the chops too. At these temps various bits of gear have to be kept warm — lighter, camera, water filter, battery pack, compass, cell phone. Low temperatures will either freeze them or drain their batteries.

    So, I stayed in bed waiting for things to warm up before venturing out. I think I need to add a hood, a better jacket and some insulated hiking pants to my gear if it is going to consistently get this cold while I’m out. 20°F (-6.6°C) is my planned bottom limit out on the trail, though I’ve slept out in the hammock at 16°F (-9°C) while gear testing in the backyard.

    In theory, by doubling up some of my gear I can stay warm down to around -20°F (-28°C), but I don’t have the clothes or inclination to test that out. Anyway, who’d want to get out of bed to pee in the middle of the night when it’s that cold?   

  • Cold and Frosty Morning

    Camped near the North Fork River.

    The lowest predicted temperature was around 29°F. It actually dropped to 21°F (-6°C) overnight. It was a cold, crispy morning. Everything was covered in frost, including the top and underside of my tarp. One of my water bottles froze solid and the other was very slushy.   

    Camped near the North Fork River. You can see how the floods have knocked down the trees.
    Frost on my tarp.
  • North Fork River

    North Fork River from a low bluff. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    The North Fork River was my destination for the day. The place has changed a lot since I was last here. Floods have washed through doing a tremendous amount of damage. I saw the first flood debris about six foot up a tree over 100 yards from the river, so it must have been at least 60′ higher than its present level. where there is low lying ground the banks are choked with downed trees. There were some good campsites near here, but access to the river (for water) was very difficult because of bank erosion, so I headed back to another spot that offered easier access to the river.

    North Fork River. The only easy route down to the river was down a sand bank (out of frame to the left). Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I had to climb down a steep sandbank to get some water, but that was a minor inconvenience.

    North Fork River. View from the river. Note the pile of trees on the right. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.
  • McGarr Ridge Trail – More Ozarks leaves and bare trees.

    McGarr Ridge Trail – More Ozarks leaves and bare trees.

    This sums up hiking in the Ozarks at the moment. Bare trees and fallen leaves.   

  • My home from home

    Not a soul to be seen – I was several hundred yards from the Mary Hollow Trail (deliberately this time). Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.
    Camped off trail – I found a spot well sheltered from the high winds overnight (40 mph gusts). Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I think there are more leaves on the ground here than in the yard, but it could be a close-run thing.

    I camped on the western side of the hollow to shelter from the overnight wind which was blowing hard and forecast to be gusting up to 40 mph.

    The hammock was set swinging a couple of times, but no trees came down nearby, and I only heard one big limb fall, so my choice of location must have been okay.

    By the morning the wind was coming from the north which means it’ll be getting cooler for the next part of my trip.   

  • There ought to be a coyote in this picture …

    Camped well off the Mary Hollow Trail – The skyline marks the edge of the wilderness at this point.

    … but I can’t find it.

    I was sitting here drinking a nice hot cup of chocolate when some movement in the ravine opposite caught my eye.

    I watched a coyote come down the ravine and then proceed to exit stage right along the hollow. With the wind from the north (coming up the hollow from the left), it didn’t catch my scent and had no idea I was there watching it.

    By the time I picked up my camera it was almost out of view. I’ve studied the frame for a sign of it, but it must have been holed up behind a tree collecting a stash of Acme TNT when I took the picture. Coyotes are like that. Well, that’s what a little birdie told me.   

  • The trails of the Ozarks are starting to look similar

    Devil's Backbone Wilderness towards the top of Mary Hollow.
    Upper end of Mary Hollow
    Upper end of Mary Hollow – Nice straight trail for a while there, though I was going off-trail to the right to camp for the night.

    All these trails do have a certain similarity. There’s a nice straight section for a change, though at this point I was going off-trail up the hollow to the right to find some shelter from the wind and camp for the night.   

  • Nemesis

    Devil's Backbone Wilderness. Mary Hollow to the left, and an unnamed hollow to the right.
    Nemesis – Mary Hollow to the left, and the unnamed hollow I followed on my last visit to the right.

    It was at this point on the Mary Hollow Trail during my last hike that I mistakenly took the hollow to the right when I should have gone left. This time I knew better.   

  • Four Days, Three Nights, and Two Wildernesses

    Gary at the Trailheads – Left at the end of my Devil’s Backbone hike; Right at the start of my Hercules Glades hike. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    After my earlier ill-fated trip to Devil’s Backbone Wilderness I was eager to go back and complete the hike. I also wanted to get out and try to meet my goal of two nights and 20 miles backpacking per month. To do this my “Four days, three nights, and two wildernesses” trip was conceived. The Devil’s Backbone Wilderness is a bit small to hike more than a couple of days without going back over trails you’ve already visited. Studying the maps, there is an option taking in a eight mile loop of the Ozark and Ridge Runner trails, but I didn’t have time to research the route for available water sources. That hike would also end with a steep 300′ climb, so I parked the idea for the moment.

    Instead I went with my original plan of a three day, two night Devil’s Backbone hike. I added in a few more miles and an extra night with a quick one night stopover on the Pees Hollow Trail at Hercules Glades Wilderness on my way home. Diverting to Hercules Glades would add 50 miles to the 200 mile round trip to Devil’s Den Wilderness, so it wasn’t a big deal.

    My new 10°F top quilt had arrived, so I was hoping it might get cold enough to give it a test, but the forecast was only for lows of 28°F or so. Cold enough to justify using the quilt, but not cold enough for a real test.

    Compass Bearing Check – Where I thought I was marked on the map, and where the GPS thought I was. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    After a lot of research online I’d also found a very inexpensive — just $20 — replacement for my broken Garmin GPS, in the form of some GPS software for my phone. The reviews and my initial tests were good, but I was dubious about the accuracy of my phone’s GPS. I wasn’t planning to use the GPS for navigating but I did want to record my track. That and spot checks along the way would be a good test of the phone/GPS setup, if it worked in the narrow tree-lined hollows of the Devil’s Backbone Wilderness, it’ll probably be okay anywhere I’m likely to be hiking. The GPS software works with the phone in ‘Airplane mode’ which is great because it significantly saves on battery drain. Using the accompanying website you can customize, download, and print USGS Maps. That’s an excellent bonus, as I find the USGS site a pain to navigate, and there will be no more need for me to join USGS map sections together in Photoshop for printing.

    Day One – Saturday February 23, 2019.

    We’ve been having a lot of rain, and it rained during most of the two-hour drive to the Collins Ridge Trailhead. The forecast had predicted that the rain would clear between two and three pm, then the remainder of the afternoon would be clear, but it would be very windy with gusts up to 40 mph from the west continuing through the evening and night. The wind was expected to drop and switch to the north (cold wind) by morning.

    From the map my planned camping site would offer plenty of shelter from the westerly wind, so everything was looking good.

    There were no vehicles at the trailhead. I checked the sign-in sheets and the only ‘official’ visitors — that is those who had bothered to register their presence — since I’d last been there, were the people I’d met on my previous trip. Only this time according to their entry they were on horseback.

    The west side of the Devil’s Backbone – This side is not as steep as the east side. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I got to the Devil’s Backbone by two pm and the clouds had cleared and the sun was out. It didn’t take long to drop down the ridge and get to the point where I’d followed the wrong trail on my last visit. I took pictures of the spot, and went off up the correct — Mary Hollow — trail, being careful to check the map and mark off my progress as I went.

    Devil's Backbone Wilderness. Mary Hollow to the left, and an unnamed hollow to the right.
    Nemesis – Mary Hollow to the left, and the unnamed hollow I followed on my last visit to the right. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    After all the recent rain I was expecting to find water in Mary Hollow. There was none. As this has been quite a wet year I think we can safely say that this hollow stays dry in most circumstances. Fortunately it was not a problem as I’d carried in enough water for the first night and the next day.

    When I arrived at my planned camping spot I realized that the ridge wasn’t high enough to block the wind, and there was a distinct lack of vegetation to provide screening — Anywhere I hung the hammock would be quite visible from the trail. Not that there was anyone on the trail, but I like to be out of the way. A quick look at the map showed a nearby hollow running northeast/southwest that had steep sides and it was well off of the trail.

    The hollow was easy to bushwhack up, and pretty soon I was far enough away from the main trail to satisfy my desire to be out of sight. The wind was gusting and making quite a lot of noise, so I carefully choose two strong looking trees, surrounded by lots of equally strong looking trees in the lee of the western side of the hollow. Putting up the hammock and tarp with the wind gusting was ‘interesting’ and I made doubly sure all the stakes were firmly in place as I didn’t want the stakes coming out and being catapulted who knows where. Not to mention the problem of dealing with a flapping tarp in the middle of the night.

    Not a soul to be seen – I was several hundred yards from the Mary Hollow Trail (deliberately this time). Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    With everything all set up I sat watching the world go by, and I was rewarded by seeing the silhouette of a deer walking along the top of the hollow opposite my camp.

    Day Two – Sunday February 24, 2019.

    Camped off trail – I found a spot well sheltered from the high winds overnight (40 mph gusts). Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    It was a warm, but noisy and windy night. At least twice the wind blew hard enough to push the tarp into the hammock and set me rocking. No trees came down near me and I only heard one big limb drop nearby, so all was well.

    Sitting drinking my hot chocolate in the morning sunshine I saw a very healthy looking coyote padding down a ravine across from my hammock. it proceeded to head north along the opposite side of the hollow. As the wind was now (as promised) blowing from the north, it didn’t catch my scent, and had no idea I was there watching.

    Camped well off the Mary Hollow Trail – The skyline marks the edge of the wilderness at this point. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I had ended up camped about 400 yards from the main trail, and bushwhacking back didn’t take long. Back at the trail I turned right (northeast) up Mary Hollow. The trail was easy to follow except I overshot the point where the trail turns North (left) up the ridge to meet the McGarr Ridge trail. I realized my error within a few yards and backtracked until I found the turn. The leaves were deep and covering the trail (well that’s my excuse), and obviously a lot of people miss the junction with a well-worn trail going straight past the turn, making it even harder to spot.

    By one pm I’d joined the McGarr Ridge trail, and as I expected I had reasonable cell phone service, and made my daily check-in call to Ginger.

    The McGarr Ridge Trail was easy going, apart from the northerly wind. Despite the sunshine it was quite chilly.

    Heading west there are four places were other trails join the main trail. The first is where the Mary Hollow Trail joins (this was where I joined it). The second is not marked on the maps, but was a junction I knew to expect where an unofficial trail to McGarr Spring joins from the south east — bear right at the junction to keep on the McGarr Ridge Trail — the third is where the Blue Spring Trail joins from the north. This trail is marked by graphic signs warning horse riders not to use the trail. The fourth and final point is where a spur trail linking the McGarr Ridge Trail to the Mary Hollow and Collins Ridge Trails joins from the south, crossing Crooked Branch near a spot called Cow Ford (according the 1930 map of the area).

    McGarr Ridge Trail – More Ozarks leaves and bare trees. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    The wilderness brochure claims that the trails are maintained. They are not, and have not been for many years (I’ve read reviews of the trail going back to my own in 2011 complaining about the poor state of the trails). This means that the trails meander a lot around fallen trees and the McGarr Ridge Trail has left the line of the old forest road in lots of places. The route the forest road originally followed can still be seen if you look carefully.

    The trail ends at the North Fork river, and the area here has been severely affected by heavy flooding in the past few years. There are lots of trees down near the river, and access to the river is nowhere near as easy as it was back in 2011. The first sign of flooding I noticed was some debris around six foot up a tree. Nothing unusual in that except I was still 200 yards or so from the river, and around 60′ above the river level (No exaggeration). Nearer the river I saw debris 20-30′ up in the trees. The only easy route down to the river I found was down a sandy bank onto a sand spit on the north side of Crooked Branch.

    There is a campsite a short way north of the trail here, but I decided to take a look further north, and by following an old trail with some bushwhacking thrown in, I found a couple of good spots, one with a fire ring. However, access to the river for water was nigh-near impossible with low bluffs all the way, so in the end I went back to the spot nearer the trail with close-by access to water. Getting to the water wasn’t easy, nor was filling the bag. I resorted to the trick I tried on my last hike — Using a Ziploc bag to fill the dirty water bag. It worked but isn’t ideal, as the water dribbled everywhere and then the sand stuck wherever things were wet.

    North Fork River. Nice camping spot, but water access wasn’t good. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    One problem with this area is that the ground is sandy, and the sand gets into everything. I have very thin stakes for my tarp — great for the rocky ground in the Ozarks, but not much help in sand, so I made longer thicker stakes out of branches, and drove them into the ground. There was plenty of loose wood around so I collected a load so I could have a fire to warm myself up as the evening came on.

    Day Three Morning – Monday February 25, 2019.

    Camped near the North Fork River. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    The weather forecast lied. It dropped to 21°F (-6°C) overnight. The new top quilt worked a treat and I was nice and warm. It is made of some really silky feeling material which appears to be fairly moisture resistant. I woke up to a frost covered tarp, and a very chilly morning. Fortunately I’d brought my water filter and camera into the hammock with me (neither like sub-freezing temps). One of my water bottles was slushy, the other had frozen solid. I wanted to be away as quickly as possible but I stayed in the hammock until the sun was starting to warm things up a bit. Even then it was still well below freezing when I started heating some water for a drink and breakfast. For the first time it took me a couple of attempts to get the stove to light. However, that could have been easily rectified by putting the stove in my pocket for a few minutes before trying to light it.

    Despite my wish to get away early, I wasn’t underway until ten-thirty. The first bit of the trail was easy, and the spur trail over to the Collins Ridge trail was very easy to follow until I got to Crooked Branch. The creek was chock-a-block with downed trees and it was awkward finding a route through. Once I did, the Collins Ridge Trail, which starts on an old forest road, was easy to follow. I saw no sign of the Mary Hollow Trail, which was supposed to join the Collins Ridge trail at this point.

    The Collins Ridge trail Starts with a long slow climb of 300′ in slightly less than a mile. I surprised myself by making it to the top in half an hour. Thereafter the trail is fairly level running through woodland. One long section runs straight west to east, and at a fallen tree it looks like a lot of people go a long way off trail to the south. I discovered that the trail continues on the other side of the fallen tree, and there’s no need to go south at all. Interestingly the trail marked on my map showed the detour to the south, so whoever made that track was lured off-trail too. By eleven forty-five I was at the Devil’s Backbone Trail junction. Near there I met a bunch of guys on horseback — the only people I saw on the entire trip — One asked if there was anything to see. “Just trees and leaves.” I replied. By noon I was back at the parking lot and ready to set off to Hercules Glades for my next hike.

    End or Part One – Three nights, two wildernesses. Here I am at the end of my Devil’s Backbone Wilderness trip. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    Day Three Afternoon – Monday February 25, 2019.

    Start of Part Two – Four days, three nights, two wildernesses. Here I am at the registration point at Hercules Glades. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    The 100+ mile drive over to Hercules Glades along Hwy 160 took a couple of hours. I’d left some water in the van to use at the start of the second leg, so I emptied out my filtered water and filled my canteen with the ‘fresh’ water. I should have tried it first. It tasted horrid. I was only planning a short hike, so I decided to either filter some on the way, or wait until I got to the creek at my destination.

    Clockwise around Pees Hollow is a hike I’ve now done many, many times, and I planned to spend the night near ‘Cab Creek’. I stopped part way to see how good my navigation was by taking a bearing on a prominent un-named knob. I also stored a waypoint on the GPS. My dead reckoning, bearing taking, and GPS all put me at around the same place, which was a relief after getting ‘misplaced’ on my last trip.

    It was a quick hour-and-a-half hike, I only stopped to take the bearing and later for some pictures of a set of small, but very noisy falls.

    Small falls on ‘Cab Creek’. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    Setting up camp was a bit more complex than normal as one of the trees I chose was decidedly ‘springy’, causing the tarp to droop when I got in the hammock. I had to fix up some extra lines to keep the tarp up off of the hammock. The ground was wet, and it was late by the time I’d set everything up, so I didn’t bother to look for firewood and just turned in to read after dinner. One day I’ll download a book to read on my phone instead of lugging around a huge 500+ page paperback.

    Day Four – Tuesday February 26, 2019.

    Another Frosty Night – It dropped to 23°F (-5°C). Camped near ‘Cab Creek’. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    Again it was a lot colder than forecast overnight. 23°F this time, and once again the tarp was covered in frost. However, this time I managed to get up and away a bit faster, being on the trail by ten am. I diverted off trail at Brushy Creek to take pictures of the creek flowing. The noise was a lot more impressive than the creek looked in the pictures.

    Hiking up out of the hollow, I remembered to check for a badly placed trail marker. I’d also remembered to bring a sharpie with me so I added an arrow to the marker to show exactly which way the trail goes at that point. A few years ago Ginger and Katie had gotten off-trail here and spent a good few hours wandering around before back-tracking out.

    Bad Trail Marker – Fixed. I remembered to bring along a sharpie this time. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    It was a hot morning, with temps in the sun in the high seventies. I stopped for a quick lunch on a glade with a view of the tower. I also took the opportunity to take another compass bearing. Again I was pleased to see that everything agreed as to where I was. The remainder of the hike was just a slow slog uphill. I arrived back at the trailhead just before one-thirty pm.

    The trail was wet in places … Most places. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.
    View from the glades looking north west. I don’t get tired of this view. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.
    The end is in sight. The tower marks the trail head and the parking lot. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.
    The Tower. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    In total I’d clocked up 17 miles and 1,545′ of Elevation. I managed to hit my monthly target with a total of 25.6 miles, and 4 nights out.

    What Worked

    Selfie by the trail – The Ribz front-pack has ample space for everything I need immediatly to hand while hiking. Copyright © 2014 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.
    • I’m really enjoying having stuff easily to hand in my Ribz front pack. It saves me having to stop and take off the backpack. When I hike with Ginger it’s not so much of an issue, as we can always help each other out by getting stuff that is not within reach, but solo hiking, you have to take the pack off. Overnight I can fasten the pack around the hammock’s ridge line which keeps the contents close to hand but out of the way. Another bonus, but I need to find a way of stopping it from sliding along the ridge line. The Ribz pack is definitely going to become part of my regular gear, though we’ll need to see how well it holds up once the temperatures start to climb.
    • I attached the map to my journal, and that worked well. It gave me a surface to write on, and I didn’t lose a map. The surface was big enough for me to use to plot the bearings I took. Keeping regular notes on the map worked well too, and helps with the navigation, though the pencil marks do rub off easily. I’ll use a pen in future.
    • The compass worked great and my bearing taking and map work put me where I thought I was. I’m still thinking that the compass is overkill for what I need, but I’m happy with it.
    • Using the phone as a GPS worked very well. In fact it is much better and easier to use than the Garmin. The user interface is much easier to use, and you can easily type notes on the waypoints. The printed maps were good too. Definitely another winner and I’ll be using it in the future.
    • Not using stuff sacks is definitely the way to go. I cannot see me reverting to using them. A thick plastic trash can liner works just as well and doesn’t over compress the down in my quilts. I’m also finding that it is helping me keep less stuff in my hammock as all my clothes live in the bag too.
    • The new water filter works very well. So well that I’m toying with the idea of not taking my bigger water bottle out on my next trip. I can use the 32 oz ‘dirty’ water bag and filter water as I need it into my canteen. I am still have problems filling the dirty water bag, but I have an idea for fixing that. After use the filter dribbles water out of the dirty water end so I’ve been keeping it in a Ziploc bag to keep my stuff dry. I’ve had an idea of how to fix that, which will let me dispense with the bag and keep everything dry.

    What Still Needs Reviewing

    • I need to optimize the split of stuff between my Ribz pack and backpack.
    • I’m carrying far too many Ziploc bags, I need to get rid of as many as possible.
    • Filling the water filter bag is too darned difficult and I can never get it full. I need to find a new way of doing it (as mentioned above I have an idea).

    Lessons Learned

    • Don’t bother trying to use a bendy tree with the hammock, it’s more hassle than it’s worth.
    • Always assume the forecast is going to be out by 10°F in either direction. Notionally that means I shouldn’t be staying out when they predict 25°F weather. I’ll be using that as my bottom forecast limit in future, unless I want to cart around more insulation.   
  • The Devil’s Backbone

    Devil's Backbone Wilderness - a picture of the Devil's Backbone ridge.
    The Devil’s Backbone – the drop off is steep.

    The Devil’s Backbone is impressively narrow with a 160′ drop off on either side. The drop off to the right (east) is particularly steep. Fortunately, I found that the trail leading to Mary Hollow from the top of the ridge wasn’t too bad going in either direction.

    See all the posts featuring the Devil’s Backbone Wilderness.

    The Devil’s Backbone – the drop off is steep.
    The west side of the Devil’s Backbone – This side is not as steep as the east side.
  • A Backpacking Trip Goes Wrong

    Gary Allman, self portrait. Taken Ill in the Devil's Backbone Wilderness. February 2019.
    I’d just thrown up and was not feeling too good. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    There is no one quite as lost as the person who is mistakenly convinced that they know exactly where they are.

    There was a predicted break in the weather before this year’s polar vortex was due to descend again upon the Ozarks. The temps were going to be reasonable, and there would be sunshine. I decided to venture a bit further afield to the Devil’s Backbone Wilderness, near Dora, Missouri for three days solo backpacking.

    Our last visit to the Devil’s Backbone Wilderness was eight years ago in 2011, but I had a very clear recollection of what was our second ever (and second wedding anniversary) backpacking trip. This trip I wanted to hike some of the trails we’d not managed to get around during our previous visit.

    On my last trip out, I broke the GPS, so I studied the maps in a bit more detail and made sure I packed my compass. My trusty Silva compass has disappeared (the girls deny borrowing it — Justifiably, as I found it a year later in one of our emergency kits). So I dug out a back-up from my ‘no longer used’ gear box; the inexpensive hand-bearing compass that was the Silva’s predecessor.

    In preparation for the trip, I printed the map provided by the Ava/Cassville/Willows Springs Ranger’s Office. I also created my own more detailed topo map from USGS online maps.

    New for this trip was a Mountain House Sweet and Sour Pork meal; a Sawyer Squeeze water filtration system, that promised to have a much better flow than the most frustrating Sawyer Mini water filter, and another Trangia stove that Jim found in a flea market.

    Getting to the Devil’s Backbone Wilderness involves a bit of cross-country driving. It’s over 100 miles and two hours drive from Springfield. On arriving at the trailhead there were two other vehicles there, and their owners arrived back while I was getting ready to go. They complained about the poor quality of the trails and asked if I knew anything about it. I told them that the trail went north from the parking lot, but they’d headed south. Did they pick up a map? “Yes…”

    So my trip started with me feeling a little bit superior. How could anyone head off in the wrong direction when they had a map?

    The alarm bells should have been ringing. Pride inevitably comes before a major pratfall.

    Gary Allman, self portrait. Taken at Devil's Backbone Wilderness, Collins Ridge Trailhead. February 2019.
    Gary about to start a three day trip at the Devil’s Backbone Wilderness. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I signed in at the trailhead and grabbed an extra map to go with the two in my pack.

    After crossing the road, the first part of the trail passes through fairly open woodland, and despite the leaves, the trail was easy to follow. Very soon I arrived at the junction of the Devil’s Backbone (heading north) and Collins Ridge (heading west) trails. I realized I had a picture of Ginger taken in February 2011 at this spot, so I took a picture just to see how things have changed.

    The Devil’s Backbone Trail runs for around a mile through quite dense pine forest and then breaks out onto the ridge before descending into Mary Hollow. The ridge is narrow and the dropoff is very steep making for spectacular viewing.

    The Devil's Backbone Ridge in the Devil's Backbone Wilderness, Missouri.
    The Devil’s Backbone – the drop off is impressively steep. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    When I arrived at the ridge I realized I’d lost the map I’d picked up at the trailhead. I briefly considered going back for it, but, I’d no idea where I’d dropped it. Oh well, I had two more.

    Gary Allman, self portrait, taken on the Devil's Backbone Trail of the Devil's Backbone Wilderness, Missouri. February 2019.
    Gary dropping into Mary Hollow. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    The trail down to Mary Hollow was nowhere near as steep as I remembered it, and pretty soon I was at the bottom. There was precious little sign of water there. I could hear some trickling water but decided to follow through with my idea of trying to find the spring in McGarr Hollow. I turned east and set off. Now McGarr Hollow is west of where the Devil’s Backbone Trail meets the Mary Hollow Trail, and that mistake would be compounded as the day wore on.

    Looking North Across Mary Hollow, where the Devil’s Backbone Trail joins Mary Hollow Trail. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I quickly came to a point where a hollow branched off to the right, and there across the creek bed was a clear trail going up the hollow to the left. The unofficial trail going up McGarr Hollow, I thought. I followed it up for nearly half a mile looking for any sign of the spring. There was none, but I was surprised at how well-trodden the trail was. Just before I turned around I could even smell wood smoke, so someone was nearby.

    I decided to backtrack all the way to the bottom of the Devil’s Backbone Trail, find the water I’d heard running there, fill up with water and then head up Mary Hollow.

    The water turned out to be big pools of meltwater dripping from the bluffs. I used my new Sawyer Squeeze water filter, and it lived up to the hype. It didn’t take long to filter three liters of water.

    Filled up with water I started my hike up the Mary Hollow Trail. Now I ‘knew’ the McGarr trail spurred off to the left, so the Mary Hollow Trail, had to be straight on. I was a bit puzzled by the lack of a clear trail, but the area was wide and I was sure I’d find it as the hollow narrowed.

    Of course, the truth was that I was headed off south (there has to be some irony there) down some unnamed hollow. What I ‘knew’ to be McGarr Hollow and the trail I’d previously gone up was, in fact, Mary Hollow.

    I didn’t know it, but I was wandering further and further off-trail.

    There’s an old farm or logging road that runs along the un-named hollow, and there’s been some recent horse traffic along it so there was a clear trail in many places. It just wasn’t the trail I thought I was on. The trail was tough to follow at times, and there were a lot of cat briars.

    The sides of the hollow were high and steep. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    This hollow is quite spectacular with very steep 200 ft high, sides. I was busy trying to follow the trail and admire the views. By four pm I was thinking I ought to start looking for a place to stop, and I’d also gotten to a point where the trail crossed the creek and petered out. I quartered the area, but couldn’t find it. I decided to go back across the creek and set up camp on a low ridge in among a load of pine trees.

    After my usual wandering around looking for the ideal spot, I set up my hammock so that the rising sun would be shining in — I was at least that aware of directions — Although earlier, when checking the lay of the land I had got out the compass and was rather disturbed to find that the compass card was sticking a lot. Tapping it seemed to dislodge the card, but it didn’t seem to want to point in the same direction each time.

    Where I thought I was vs where I was.

    It was getting dark as I set up camp, and in the last of the light, I thought I’d try and pin down exactly where I was. I then realized I’d managed to drop my second map. Looking at the detailed topo map, there was one obvious place along Mary Hollow that matched the lay of the land. It conveniently put me exactly where I wanted to be, about a mile from the junction of the Mary Hollow Trail with the McGarr Ridge Trail (We’ll ignore the fact I was actually a mile away in the Hollow to the south of Mary Hollow).

    I cooked my Mountain House Sweet and Sour Pork meal, which I found to be a bit too sweet for my taste, and spent the rest of the evening reading in my hammock.

    Day One Stats.

    Distance: 5.24 Miles. Elevation: +723′ -874′

    Day Two – Sunday

    Camped near Crooked Branch, Devil’s Backbone Wilderness. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    … the idea that I might be ill didn’t occur to me.

    I woke at three am with a very gurgly stomach and extreme indigestion. The clothing and sleeping gear I was using was identical to that I took out to Hercules Glades the previous week. Then the temps dropped to 24°F. So I couldn’t understand why I was freezing cold and shivering; the thought that I might be ill didn’t occur to me. I fitfully dozed through the rest of the night and awoke feeling really hot and sweaty. Again, the idea that I might be ill didn’t occur to me.

    Come the morning I vowed to never eat the Sweet and Sour Pork again, and I was very glad to discover that the ground I’d decided to camp on was soft and not at all the typical Ozarks stoney ground. Digging a cathole was quick and easy, which was just as well.

    I started to suspect that my new water filter had failed and I’d managed to pick up something from the water.

    I sat in the hammock thinking about the best course of action. I decided to boil the water for my cereal and for the trail. Then, with almost zero warning, I was violently sick. I had just enough time to pitch myself out of the hammock. As I threw up chunks of the previous evening’s sweet and sour pork, I decided that was definitely a meal I wasn’t going to try again, even if the problem was with the water.

    I’d be using a lot of fuel to boil all my water, so as I sat and recovered, I considered my options. Staying put wouldn’t work. At some point in the day I needed to get to a ridge and call home. I could carry on, and if I ran out of fuel I could always light a fire for hot meals and drinks. However, I was feeling awful, and time was passing. I decided the best thing to do was bail out and retrace my steps.

    Boiling water in the sunshine at Devil’s backbone Wilderness. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    The small bit of good news was that I found the map I had dropped the previous evening. I gave myself a severe talking to regarding my total lack of map-work and navigation on the way in. I was absolutely positive I knew where I was, but I decided to at least mark-off the main geological features as I passed them on the way out so that I could confirm that my assumption was right.

    It was a pretty wretched hike out.

    It was a pretty wretched hike out. I knew I had to try and keep my fluids up, but boiled water tastes awful. The trail in the hollow was quite level, and I was going down-stream. It didn’t strike me as odd that I needed a twenty-minute lie-down when I arrived back at the bottom of the Devil’s Backbone Trail.

    The hike up the ridge was easier than I expected. But the hike from there back to the trailhead couldn’t be over soon enough. On the way I did find the first map I dropped though, so at least I didn’t leave a bunch of litter behind.

    The drive home was okay, and within minutes of my arrival Ginger (correctly) diagnosed Norovirus, and everything, including me, was disinfected. I slept for over nine-and-a-half hours that night and suffered from wildly oscillating temperatures for a couple of days.

    Day Two Stats.

    Distance: 3.45 Miles. Elevation: +618′ -480′

    Later That Week …

    Despite our best efforts to quarantine me, Ginger went down with it Thursday, which at least confirmed that it was a virus, and not a bad meal or contaminated water.

    On Friday I finally got round to downloading my GPS track for the trip, and I was horrified to see that I was hiking along the hollow to the south of Mary Hollow (The GPS isn’t working for a lot of functions but I can still get it to record tracks).

    My assumption that McGarr Hollow was to the east of the Devil’s Backbone / Mary Hollow trail junction completely threw my navigation out. That was compounded by my not bothering to look at the map until I began searching for somewhere to camp at the end of the day. It was then that I realized that I’d made a major mistake in not tracking where I was on the map, but I thought I’d got away with it. Ha!

    What was even more interesting was that I managed to convince myself I was checking off points on Mary Hollow while I was heading back out. At almost any time a cross-check with both the compass and map with a bit of thought about distance traveled would have shown I wasn’t where I thought I was.

    Some Thoughts

    • We quickly become dependent on technology, in this case my GPS. I know better than that.
    • I need to brush up and actually use my navigation skills. A non-system trail — and my own stupidity — helped to maintain my fiction that I was on the Mary Hollow Trail when I wasn’t. A working GPS would have alerted me to the problem, but I realize now that I’ve become too reliant on it. Using the map and compass would also have told me I was off course.
    • I made the correct decision to bail when I did. I’m tempted to say “Trust your gut.” 🙂 Had I gone on and tried to complete the loop, I’ve no idea where I would have ended up, or when it would have dawned on me that I wasn’t on the Mary Hollow Trail. In a way I was lucky to be taken ill, it saved me from getting further into the mire.
    • I wasn’t in any danger. This wilderness is tiny. With my hammock, food, water filter, and gear I could have managed easily for quite a while if I’d been unable to get myself out (self-rescue in the official parlance), even if the weather turned bad. However, being in the wrong place would have delayed my being found. So, I think I see a personal satellite locator beacon with 2-way communications in my near future. Yes, I know this contradicts my statement on relying on technology. However, if it fails I’ll know and be able to take appropriate steps.
    • I have to face up to the fact that the possibility of my encountering a serious medical emergency while solo backpacking increases with each year (my family has a history of health problems, and that’s one of the reasons why I’m out backpacking — to keep fit).
    • Use good quality gear. I’ve already ordered a new compass to replace the missing Silva. Because of legal issues, you can no longer buy a genuine Finnish Silva compass in the US. I’ve ordered myself a Suunto MC-2G In Global USGS Compass. Overkill for my needs but it sates my GAS. However …
    • It’s no good having a good compass (and map) if you don’t use them.

    This is an edited and abridged version of a post that first appeared on Ozarks Walkabout.

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  • Winter Sunset, Long Creek, Hercules Glades Wilderness

    Winter sunset, Long Creek, Hercules Glades Wilderness.
    Winter Sunset – Long Creek

    Can you spot my hammock?

  • Falls on Long Creek

    The last time I saw these falls running was in 2011.

    I looked it up. We camped near these falls on May 29, 2011.

    May 29, 2011

  • Small Falls on Long Creek

    Rushing – Small falls on Long Creek

    It was good to see water running in Long Creek. I think the last time I saw water running here was in 2011.

  • Icicles on Long Creek

    Icicles hanging from the bluff on the northern side of Long Creek
    Icicles running down a tree

    It might have been warm today, but evidence of the rain and cold weather we’ve been having was obvious to see hanging from the bluffs on the northern side of Long Creek.

    Besides running down trees, there were some icicle ‘stalagmites’ to be seen too.

    I can vouch for the coldness of the creek water. My feet were numb after taking these pictures.

  • Three Days Solo Backpacking in Late January

    Water running in Long Creek
    I found some remnants of yesterday’s snow in the shade behind a log. I’m trying out some new hiking shoes!

    Don’t get too excited, but I actually bought myself some shoes for winter backpacking, and all I needed was a break in the weather to try them out.

    The weather had turned warm, and the recent snow had disappeared, so I headed off to Hercules Glades with the intention of spending some more time contemplating Life, The Universe, and Everything.

    Day One

    The forecast was for low temps in the mid-forties, and highs in the sixties. Rain and snow were forecast for Monday, my final day. I still haven’t used my new rain gear in anger so that sounded good. If I got wet I’d only be an hour from home and drying out.

    As hard as this is to admit; I made better time in the new hiking shoes than I do in my Huaraches

    As hard as this is to admit; I made better time in the new hiking shoes than I do in my Huaraches — interesting. I bought these shoes to get more insulation in the soles. My huaraches are so thin I’d noticed that the cold from the ground was seeping up into my feet. Conclusion so far? These shoes are good, but I still don’t like wearing shoes.

    Wearing shoes did slow me down at times though. When I arrived at this creek I didn’t know what to do. It’s the first time I’ve seen Long Creek ‘Running’ in around eight years, and I’m wearing shoes. In my huaraches, I’d just march across, not stopping. But I didn’t want to get my shoes wet. In the end I found a route across that kept my feet relatively dry.

    I hunted around for a suitable spot to camp for the night and settled on a couple of trees on either side of a dried creek bed. It’s an ‘overflow’ creek, so I doubt it counts as a ‘stream’ (You are not supposed to camp within 100′ of a stream).

    Icicles on the bluff at Long Creek.
    Icicles running down a tree.

    Exploring the area I found lots of large icicles hanging from the bluffs on near-by long creek. They appeared to be melting quite quickly. By the way, standing in the creek to take these pictures was jolly cold.

    With all the recent rain, ice and snow the ground was wet so I decided to not to bother with a campfire. Preparing a meal and my book would have to serve for entertainment.

    Shortly after dark the temperature had already dropped to 35°F, that’s fine except I’d only brought my 40°F top quilt with me. I hoped that a combination of the hammock cover, thermal base layer clothing and my trusty fleece blanket was going to be enough to keep me warm.

    Day One Stats

    Distance: 3.25 Miles. Elevation: +303′ -794′

    Day Two

    Overnight the temperature dropped to 24°F and there was a slight dusting of snow. Not quite what I was expecting. Apart from my water bottle freezing all was fine and I was nice and warm.

    Camped near Long Creek. The temperature was supposed to stay above freezing. It dropped to 24F

    Rather than contemplate my navel all day, I decided to do some exploring, first heading east along Long Creek, and then up on the bluffs on the north side of the creek There I knew I’d be able to get a cell phone signal to be able to report in at home.

    While exploring the creek I saw what looked to be a couple of good camping spots on the bluffs to the north of the creek. I packed up camp, crossed the creek and explored along the top of the bluffs — stopping to climb up the hill until I got a (weak) signal on my phone, and called home — when I got to the eastern end of the bluffs I found an ‘off system’ horse trail, and also found a campsite where you couldn’t possibly set up a tent.

    Camped on the bluff overlooking Long Creek.
    Camped on the bluff overlooking Long Creek.

    By attaching the tarp to some trees, I was able to set it up in what I dubbed ‘Extended Porch Mode’, which gave me a view of the creek through the trees and plenty of head room. I was thinking ahead to the next morning’s predicted rain. Though I hoped to be on my way before it arrived.

    Having set up camp I couldn’t resist lying in the hammock, and I was promptly lulled to sleep by the warm sunshine and the roaring sound of water pouring over the various falls in long creek.

    When I woke is was getting close to sundown and I had to move quickly to filter my water for the night and the next day.

    Filtering Water – Long Creek
    Sunset – Long Creek – Can you spot the hammock?
    Small Falls on Long Creek

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    Day Three

    It only dropped to 28°F overnight so I was nice and warm. I wanted to be away early to beat the rain if at all possible. I was just about to take the tarp down when I thought better of it and decided to practice packing up in the rain. Within a few minutes it started to rain, so my practice became real. It’s the first time I’ve tried to put everything away while keeping the tarp up, and I learned a bit doing so — take it slow and steady, and it helps to have a set place to put everything.

    I got my rain poncho out and draped it over my pack while I took down and stowed the tarp. I had a little bit of trouble getting the poncho over myself and the pack, but I was expecting that.

    For some reason the GPS didn’t want to work when I turned it on, and either I broke it or it being broken caused the problem, but the ‘Back’ button was somehow jammed in, and it no longer worked. That button is essential to accessing some of the functions, but I could at least record my track, and by adding waypoints I could center the display on where I was.

    The rain poncho worked fine and after around an hour or so the rain stopped. By then I was back up on the Tower Trail heading east back to the trailhead.

    A Damp Looking Gary on the Tower (Pilot) Trail, Hercules Glades.
    Heading back on the Tower (Pilot) Trail.

    Day Three Stats.

    Distance: 4.25 miles. Elevation: +890′ -391′

  • Winter Backpacking / Hammock Camping Gear

    My base pack as of January 2019. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    Left to Right:

    • Tarp.
    • Suspension straps.
    • Hammock & winter cover.
    • Food: from back to front, food & fuel bag, cooking set, water filter, cup & spoon.
    • Fleece sleeping bag/blanket.
    • 10°F underquilt.
    • 40°F top quilt.
    • Down pillow.
    • At front: sit-pad.
    • At rear: 60+10 liter Deuter backpack.

    Not shown, clothes, electronics, and 2 liter water bottle which I normally carry empty and fill when I’m getting ready to camp.

    Don’t be fooled by the size of my pillow, it’ll just about fit into my cup if need be. Base weight is around 20 – 22 lbs. The 40°F quilt doubled up with the fleece blanket has worked fine down to 23°F. I’m waiting for my 10° quilt to arrive when I’ll be able to leave the fleece behind, well I might not leave it behind as it’s good to wrap myself in while I’m sitting round the campfire, and it has lots of burn holes to show for it.

    Updates

    • February 2023 — My 2023 onward Winter Backpacking Gear.
    • December 2020 — My 2020-2021 Winter Backpacking gear.
    • March 2019 — I changed out my water filtering system, getting rid of Ziploc bags in the process. Over on Ozarks Walkabout: Backpacking/Hiking Water Filtering Setup.
    • February 16, 2019 — On my next trip I experimented with not using compression stuff sacks for my quilts and that worked very well. So well I don’t think I’ll be using the compression sacks again. I heard this week that my 10°F quilt is almost ready to be sent. So hopefully I’ll get it next week, and then I’ll have to organize a trip out to test it.
  • Hammock Camping By Table Rock Lake

    Hammock camping near Table Rock  Lake, Piney Creek Wilderness.
    Camped by Table Rock Lake – This could easily become a favorite spot. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.
    View From My Hammock – And a very good view too! Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    My plan was simple. Hike down to the lake on Saturday, set up camp, sit here for a day on Sunday and then hike back out on Monday.

    And that’s exactly what I did. Though camp chores — collecting wood, tidying up, and filtering water — interrupted my resting. I spent a good deal of time admiring the view and a lot less on my planned introspection. I think what I wrote when I was last here still applies, “I need more practice at relaxing.”

    The first night was cool, 36°F. The second night was a warm 59°F. With the warmth came wind and rain, but I was nice and snug in the hammock.

    Oh, and a saw a young black bear too. It had been ousted from its winter retreat by a pack of hounds who were noisily pursuing it. It gave them the slip by swimming across the lake. You can read a bit more about that encounter here.

  • Buck Hollow

    Buck Hollow – Table Rock Lake, Piney Creek Wilderness. Copyright © 2019 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    A closer view of Buck Hollow (to the right, on the opposite side of the lake).

    Later in the morning the peace and quiet was shattered when a (presumably) young black bear came crashing through the brush, splashed across Buck Hollow, smashed its way through the underbrush and then swam breathing heavily across to my side of the lake — which had me up and paying attention — 10 minutes or so later the reason for the bear’s flight became obvious when the first of the hounds arrived. In total there were half a dozen hounds and no one to rein them in. It was around an hour later that the hound’s owners turned up on horseback. And for nigh on two hours, I had to put up with the hound’s endless baying.

    The bear’s strategy of crossing the lake was good. The first hound on the scene was close enough for the scent to still be on the water and it worked out where the bear had gone, but it gave up partway through crossing the lake. It was well over an hour later that one hound managed to find a way across the lake and pick up the scent. The bear was long gone by then.

    Not the relaxing morning I was looking for.

    Where I come from they don’t let the hounds run loose unsupervised for an extended time like that. I’m not impressed. I doubt they even knew what the hounds were chasing and were lucky it was a young timid bear. Timid it might have been, but I’m pretty sure if the hounds had managed to corner it there’d be some dead hounds.

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