Never having crossed Silliman Pass or Pterodactyl Pass, I decided it was about time to hike over both. The trip (see map)started at the Wolverton trailhead. I hiked down to Lodgepole, a rather strange experience since I moved from a relatively quiet area into a very busy one. The trail went down the old road from Lodgepole to Wolverton so it was very well graded and smooth. The trail passed through the densely packed Lodgepole campground which I was very happy to leave. I never left forest on the first day. There were lovely wild flowers along the creeks that I crossed. I reached Cahoon Gap in the afternoon and later in the day passed between Twin Lakes. As the sun was getting low, I crossed Silliman Pass and made my way toward a campsite at Ranger Lake. I was fortunate to share a campfire with the former mayor of Malibu who had visited this area many times before and shared his knowledge of this lovely area.

Early the next morning, I began my trek toward the Roaring River. I passed by the Lost Lake turnoff and took the cutoff to Comanche Meadow. The trail passed through an area that had burned just last summer so there were many wildflowers blooming where undergrowth and tree cover had been thinned. Soon, I was mushing along the sandy trail to the Sugarloaf. I crossed paths with the Roaring River ranger near the drift fence. After passing by the Sugarloaf, I caught up to a couple who were making their way into Deadman Canyon on horseback. As I descended into Roaring River canyon, there was a racket in the brush near the trail. It was a mother bear and her two cubs. I made it to the Roaring River in the early afternoon where I was entertained by the ranger's young son. He appeared to be part squirrel, leaping and running at varying speeds. His fastest speed was what he called "lightning speed" and he mananged all of his maneuvers without any shoes. After I had finished dinner and washing up, the ranger returned and we shared a pleasant time around a campfire.

The next morning, I headed up Deadman Canyon for Elizabeth Pass and Lonely Lake. A few minutes out of the ranger station, I spotted several large bucks who ignored me as I took photos of them. I saw no other hikers but I spotted several horse parties in the canyon. For the most part, the canyon was very dry, but here and there wildflowers were blooming near the trail. I passed upper Ranger Meadow and continued up the trail toward Coppermine Peak. The switchbacks up to Elizabeth Pass had been rebuilt since the last time I had passed through and the trail crew did a great job. Finally, I arrived at the pass and enjoyed dinner with a spectacular view in all directions. I toyed with the idea of staying north of Elizabeth Pass and making a direct approach to Lonely Lake. Unfortunately, I hadn't carefully studied the guidebook which describes this easy route over Horn Col. So instead, I was conservative and descended the Elizabeth Pass trail. I left the trail and contoured around to a campsite just below Lonely Lake where darkness forced me to stop.

Coyotes serenaded me that night and the next morning. It sounded like a mother had several pups in her den. Periodically, she let out a howl indicating a kill. A few minutes later her pups enthusiastically yipped their approval at the catch. Although I was just a few hundred feet shy of Lonely Lake, I decided to hike directly home the next morning. I headed to Pterodactyl Pass and was soon in the Tablelands. Ignoring my plans to stay high, I headed more or less directly toward Pear Lake. What might have been a fairly painless walk turned into a roller coaster of a hike. However, I was rewarded with some lovely sights and experiences. Several of the tarns had pollywogs in them and one contained some tiny red shrimp which I drank before I noticed them.

Soon, I crossed the ridge on the west end of the Tablelands and headed down toward Pear Lake. I believe I must have taken the most indirect route possible. I had been through here once before but didn't remember seeing any part of the country I traveled through this time. After a dinner stop at Pear Lake, I quickly returned to my car at the Wolverton trailhead.

A week later, curious of what I had missed by not visiting Lonely Lake, I returned and explored the area once more. I "discovered" Horn Col (I still hadn't read the guide book). I spent a leisurely four days taking photos of flowers and scenery and managed to spend a night at the Bearpaw Meadow campground where I had stayed some thirty years earlier during a spring break hike. I decided that this area deserves a little more exploration in the future.