The Final Chapter
... I arrived in Aspen Wednesday night. With my knee was feeling better than a few days before but I still had my doubt as I felt about 80% of normal. Coupled with the fact that I was now to be hunting completely alone, I had decided that I would pursue some of the goats closer to the trailhead. After I arrived I furiously scanned for these "lower" country goats. Hours passed and I had spotted none, except for a few on inaccessible peaks nearby. As it grew near dark I decided to find a camp for the night, as I decided in my condition I was better off not packing in for miles with my knee being so aggravated. I searched furiously for a camping spot not no avail. I soon learned that "walk up camping on a first come first serve basis" is just a fancy term for "we're going to accept reservations for the spots regardless and your just screwed"...lol All the forest outside of the wilderness is camping in designated spots only or risk being fined. Plus bears are an issue so the bed of the truck was out too. Looks like a 4 foot back seat for a 6'1" guy, the definition of comfort. I had agreed with my other half that I would camp out of the wilderness within cell service so that I could check in every evening. The agreement was "if I don't call by the morning, call search and rescue". I left her with my intended location and route for the day..
As I ate my supper that night, I decided that hunting close was not an option. I needed to go where I had scouted many goats, I needed to push through find my goat kill and get out in one pass. I called and told her my plan, she asked if I was sure that was the right thing to do. I"m positive I told her, me experience has lasted all summer ending it early was not a big thing for me, I'm sure I can physically do it, beside if my knee gives out there are plenty of hikers to drag me off the mountain. I woke at two in the morning threw my gear and headlamp on and headed up the mountain.
As the sun rose I found myself in the basin where I had located many goats during the summer scouting. I looked everywhere... No goats, horse tracks everywhere. Turns out I wasn't the only one hunting early. When there are thirty tags, I guess its a race to get to the goats before someone else. Plus it was nearly 20 degrees warmer than it was 2 weeks earlier. I scanned furiously to find a grand total of 3 goats, all inaccessible on the highest peaks. Great views...
A couple of the inaccessible goats... little white specks on that grass spot on top of that stone fortress..
I now hear a helicopter nearby, I can't see it but its somewhere close. Its tough to locate as the sound bounces all over these rock filled basins... This will come into play later on... But for now its off to the pass and down the steep rock fingers. I saw plenty of goats hiding in here a few weeks ago.
Down along the pass, still glassing, no goats.
Peer into the next basin... surely they are here. More horse tracks and lots of empty brass...Damn! There is also a camp set up down by the lake.
I can make out a few goats on distant peaks, all at the top, several miles away. Here in lies the problem with the "Bells" When they are at the top, there is no getting to them unless you have a desire to meet God....quickly! The rock is terrible, eroding mudstone, not granite. Not only that but its steep, a 40 degree slope looks flat most of the time. Its like walking on ball bearings, sharp ones at that. Constantly slipping, sliding, catching your balance. Thank God for trekking poles! Still this sort of motion is not good for an injured knee.