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Coyote Flat via Bishop Route | Eastern Sierra #2

Our night below the The Hunchback couldn't have been more pleasant. Though we were at 10,500-feet, temperatures never dropped below the mid-40s °F, and even getting up for a bathroom break and some less-than-mediocre star photos was an enjoyable few minutes.

Unlike the previous morning when I hadn't set my alarm, I made sure I was out of the tent a little before sunrise to capture that magical time when the sky is transitioning from dark to light and the earth's surface is shadowless. Here, with views of the Sierra all around, it was spectacular.

Before the sun rises, its rays curving around the horizon, the earth's shadow creates a band of blue - the Belt of Venus.

A jagged gap.

As the sun neared the horizon, alpenglow on the Sierra peaks.

Also unlike the previous morning, there was no climbing back into bed - with 11 hours of horizontal time, there was no need. Instead, after running around frantically for a few minutes as the light changed, I whistled to @mrs.turbodb and beckoned her down the ladder - it was time to hike!

In fact, I'd been looking forward to summiting The Hunchback since we'd arrived the previous evening, and while I think the lady could have been happy with a bit more sleep, it wasn't long before we were working out the best route to the top.

As we climbed, the already fantastic views - got better.

After contemplating a more direct - but steep and rocky - route to the top of The Hunchback, we'd ultimately made the smart choice to follow a slightly longer-but-gentler grade. Even so, the mile-long climb from 11,500 to 12,148 feet took us less than half an hour and suddenly we were on top of the world.

It's nearly impossible to see, but the Tacoma is down there - below the right corner of the large shadow.

To the west, the Sierra stretch on to infinity.

To the east, Volcanic Tablelands and the White Mountains.

The Hunchback - as its name suggests - is more of a ridge, with a few prominences that vie for the title of "highest point." Naturally, from each one, the others look just slightly higher, and so we made our way to each one, just to be sure that we could ensure victory in reaching the top.

When we reached the second prominence - which turned out to be the highest - I suggested that @mrs.turbodb head back to the first so I could take her photo.

Quite the backdrop at 12,144 feet.

It appears that someone's permanently borrowed the survey marker.

After spending longer at the top than it'd taken to get there, it was eventually time to head back down and get underway, so I too retraced my steps to the first prominence before heading back down to the Tacoma so we could stow the tent and hit the trail.

Along the ridge, Serpentine - the state rock of California - was plentiful.

Down we go - even the more gradual route we'd chosen was steep.

Even with our early start to the day - sunrise was at 7:00am - it was only a little before 10:00am when we finally pulled out of camp. Trail mix in our bellies, the tent stowed, and pants traded for shorts in what was turning out to be another extremely pleasant day, it was time to go investigate a remote "cabin" I'd spotted on the map when I'd planned out the route through this mountainous terrain.

If I had a newer Tacoma, I might even be able to shoot a commercial here.

Fall colors dotting the landscape, we made our way back down towards the treeline.

At one point, I noticed an old food cache just off the road. This was especially cool since @mrs.turbodb had remarked about food caches on a map she'd seen the previous day in one of the cabins we'd visited.

Our road - in the distance - seemed to disappear over the edge. Perfect!

Tracing our route back a few miles to the turn off toward the cabin, we eventually found ourselves behind an UTV with two fully-camo-clad hunters out enjoying themselves as they scouted for deer. Oblivious to our presence behind them, we tootled along for a half mile or so before I stopped for some photos - hoping that they'd bypass our turn and continue down the mountain.

Naturally though, they were going the same way we were.

Snapping a few extra photos and soaking in the views of South Lake in the distance, I dillied and dallied as much as I could before noticing that they too were stopped in the road about a quarter mile ahead - one of the guys now under the UTV looking at something.

Our first view of South Lake - while we waited for the UTV to carry on - was a good way to pass the time.

Figuring that we would either be able to help out or pass if there wasn't any real problem, we rolled up to the guys and got out to say hello. They turned out to be super nice - glad that we'd stopped to offer help, but assuring us that they were just fine. In the course of the next few minutes, we also discovered that they'd seen us up on the top of The Hunchback through their binoculars, and they informed us that the "cabin" we were planning to visit was actually an old mine structure (from what I would later discover was the Lindner Mine).

Thankful for the pleasant interaction, we bid them a great day as we hopped in front of them on the trail.

An old ore chute, used to fill trucks with loads of rock to be milled in the Owens Valley.

There was plenty of rockwork at this site, but all the shafts had collapsed long ago.

Sardines anyone?

In the end, the mine site wasn't all that interesting - all of it just a little too far gone to really answer any questions about how big the operation had been or what they'd been up to. Still, as we followed the diggings and tailings piles to the ridge, we were greeted with a very nice surprise - a colorful fall view of the Sierra, all the way down to the canyon floor.

Whether the mine was successful or not, it must have been a pleasure to come to eat lunch every day.

While we were poking around the mine site, we'd noticed the hunters continue further down the road. Figuring that they knew better than we did, it seemed like a good bet to head the same direction - after all, we were already all the way out here! Sure enough, a couple miles later, we found them enjoying similar views to those we'd reveled in just moments before.

Even if this is all they brought back, I'd call this hunt a success.

Knowing that we'd have another fun conversation, we worked out way out to the edge of the ridge and spent half an hour or more chatting with these guys. In their late fifties, they'd been hunting the eastern Sierra for decades, but had only been in this area for the last few years. South Lake - amongst others - they said, was lower than they'd ever seen it, and we shared stories - and a strong distaste - of the route to Funnel Lake.

"I don't know why it's so popular," @mrs.turbodb said. "It seemed like torture to get there and it wasn't even that nice once we were there."

"It's on the YouTube," was their reply.

Eventually, we decided to eat lunch, and they decided to continue on their way - enjoying the same clean air we were - and we bid them farewell as tuna sandwiches were assembled and chips were consumed. Soon enough, we'd taken their place, as we filled out bellies with food and our eyes with views for a few more minutes before continuing on our way as well.

Copy cats!

Back on the trail, working our way through meadows and groves of Pinyon Pine.

I really liked how the road skirted the treeline, winding its way through the boulders.

We had one more spot to explore - prior to heading down toward Bishop - and that meant backtracking a bit towards the main route in Coyote Flat. Along the way, we noted how similar the road and terrain felt to Railroad Ridge - the highest road in Idaho - and noted that we were significantly higher here, at 11,367-feet above sea level. Not the highest publicly-accessible road in California, but dang close.

As we drove northeast, the view of the Inyo and White Mountains was nothing to scoff at.

But the real treasure was to the west.

After a brief drop to 10,000 feet, we climbed back up Lookout Mountain - where there is, unfortunately, no lookout - to a spectacular view of Coyote Flat and the mostly-rubble Sugarloaf Mountain. Then, it was back down the west side where we'd follow the road to its end, curious for what we'd find.

While Sugarloaf Mountain may have once been majestic, it has since eroded to an 10,500' tall pile of rocks.

I must admit - part of the reason we explored the west side of Lookout Mountain was for the views it afforded.

It's at this point that I should admit that our curiosity of "what we'd find" may have been a little more of expectation than wonder. While I hadn't planned to explore Lookout Mountain (also, apparently known as Discovery Mountain) beyond the overlook, I had noticed that there was significant mining activity further down the road. And, when we'd talked to the hunters - who happened to have setup camp at the head of the Lookout Mountain road - they mentioned a miners cabin in this location, thinking it was the cabin we'd visited the previous day. Of course, we knew that meant there was another cabin, so we were excited to check it out.

Heading down the west side of Discovery Mountain, a few breaks in the trees allowed the omnipresent views sprinkle through.

The territorial views were nothing to scoff at this time of year, either.

Found it!

There wasn't much left of the Schoden Mine - just the cabin - but we made up our own stories of an initial strike and the inevitable bust that likely followed as we wandered the site. Most amazing - as always - was the determination that the miners embodied. To build a road, haul supplies, mine the land, and eventually eek out a few ounces of gold... wow.

One way to win against the bleaching rays of the sun.
Schoden Mine - Discovery Mountain.

Needs a bit of work.

We'd dropped nearly 3000' as we'd descended to the mine, so after exploring for a few minutes, we made our way back up and over Lookout Mountain to re-join the Coyote Flat route that most folks experience when visiting this place - the northern access, via Bishop.

As expected, the northern route was slightly longer, but certainly easier and significantly more travelled. A dusty, two-lane thoroughfare for much of the route, it dropped down the northern face of whatever these almost-but-not-quite-Sierra-mountains were that make up the gateway to Coyote Flat, providing some nice eye candy along the way.

So much to see in the distance.

To the northwest - Mt. Tom (distant left) and the Buttermilk Boulders (lowland center).

To the northeast - the unmistakable plateau that is the Volcanic Tablelands.

A series of switchbacks spit us out at 6,000', where temperatures were in the mid-90s °F.

At this point it was still relatively early in the day - just before 3:00pm - but we decided that the best course of action was to head camp. Our hope was that its location - a couple thousand feet higher - would be a bit cooler and set us up well for a hike that I hoped would be the highlight of the entire trip.

That is, if we could muster the energy for a 14-19 mile roundtrip, climbing from 8,000 to 12,000 feet. But as usual, I'm getting ahead of myself...

For now, we covered a few quick miles on CA-168 before turning onto dirt and navigating the lesser-traveled backroads to the Buttermilk area. Initially bumpy and unpleasant, these roads eventually turned out to be fantastic, first skirting a ridge next to an enormous water pipe before winding through some brilliant yellow aspen groves in the late afternoon sun.

You could almost drive a truck through this thing. Well, a tiny 1st gen Tacoma anyway.

What the heck? A bit of investigation revealed this to be an overflow for the water line we'd previously paralleled.

Another, more picturesque, view.

This section reminded me of Colorado.

We reached the end of the road and the trailhead to Horton Lakes right around 4:30pm. To our surprise - having seen almost no one else this entire time - another Tacoma was parked in the road, it's passengers nowhere to be seen (obviously, they were on the trail).

Wondering whether they planned to return and spend the night (we didn't want to intrude), we hung out for a few minutes, pondering what to do. Fortunately, only a few minutes later, voices carried down from higher on the trail as the three hikers returned from their adventure. Having left at 6:00am, they'd "made it to the top," had a great time, and weren't planning to spend the night - all music to our ears.

Well, except for the 6:00am part. We'd planned to leave a bit later than that - but they seemed quite a bit younger and in a bit better shape. Perhaps we'd need to rethink our plans...


A few minutes later we had the place to ourselves, and set about our usual evening routing. Tent, dinner, washing up, that kind of thing - all as the sun first dropped behind the Sierra, and eventually below the horizon. As usual, it was as good as any show on TV.


Nestled along the side of the road, the sun nearing the horizon and the moon already gleaming brightly.

With the sun below the horizon, the same Belt of Venus (earth's shadow) that we'd seen in the morning presented itself again.

Knowing that we had a huge day in front of us, we hit the sack early. There'd be no getting up for star photos, or even staying up late enough to snap a shot of a moonlit landscape. No, we needed our rest.

Tomorrow, we planned to hike 14 miles. To climb from 8,000' to 12,000'. To explore old mining camps and roads. To have a fantastic time.

If, that is, our lungs could bear it.




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  1. Anthony Williams
    Anthony Williams November 9, 2022

    Hunchback not Huntchback Mtn! Several times repeated!

    • turbodb
      turbodb November 9, 2022

      Thanks! At least I was consistent, ehh? ? I've updated them all and appreciate the correction.

    JOHN D MORAN November 10, 2022

    Another interesting adventure with spectacular scenery, thanks again for sharing.

  3. Mudslide
    Mudslide November 10, 2022

    You’re making me want to head back to the Flat, of course there’s so much to explore there- it’s always on my mind. I truly appreciate the amount of on the ground foot time the two of you spend, also your knowledge of natural and cultural history, not to mention the amount of time you spend in SoCal- quite a drive to our deserts from your base. I’m inspired to follow your sense of wanderlust.

  4. James Cleveland
    James Cleveland November 14, 2022

    It' All Too Much!... Will my rear locker Tacoma Make this Trail? Looks like the elevation changes might be a little hairy. Crow fly miles look like 12 miles, Is 20-25 more like it to Coyote Flat from Bishop? (I'm looking at Google Earth Pro for my details).

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