Wind Rivers Backpack Trip Report -- Wilson Creek Fishing and Hiking

Dawson Family Adventure -- Wind Rivers Wilderness Backpack 2001

by Louis Dawson

Louie Dawson, Wilson Lake

As some of my older friends know, back in the 1970s I spent more than a year of my life in the Wind River mountains of Wyoming, working for the National Outdoor Leadership School(NOLS), and packing in for short/intense climbing trips to places such as Peak Lake and Dinwoody. I burned out on NOLS because you couldn't make a living working for them back then, and other interests intruded on any Wind River plans in the back of my mind. Thirty years passed me by -- but the Winds never passed from my spirit.

Last winter, after numerous knee surgeries, my wheels were functioning well enough to plan and train for a 4 day ski traverse in the Colorado Sawatch. While training via long walks and hikes, my mind wandered to the powerful wilderness experiences I'd had as a young man in the Winds. Could I do it again, and share it with my family? After a summer of planning, we pulled off a 6-day backpack to Wilson Creek in the central Winds. It was everything I remembered, and more -- an incredible experience for Lisa, Louie, and myself.

It was worth the gas to drive our roomy '87 Suburban.

The drive up from Carbondale was easy. All the roads have been improved immensely, with wide shoulders and smooth surface. You still have to watch for antelope and deer lounging on the pave, and don't drive too slow, or you'll endure the wrath of road-rage redneck death passers. We experienced several of those, but most of the trip was open road with minimal traffic. We were glad to be in our goliath Suburban, and even more psyched when we found cheap gas in Wyoming!

Louie enjoyed his journal, at least most of the time...

Almost to the trailhead, about 7 hours on the road

State border, indeed, like no place on earth!

This former NOLS boy wanted to do good for the family, so he got those maps out and put in the time.

The trailhead at St. Lawrence Basin is typical Wind Rivers: A dozen or so cars parked, no people around, a few bugs. In a word, mellow. We parked, organized gear, checked the maps, and got a good night's sleep.

As always, the first day with heavy packs was torture, but worth it. We spent our first night at a camp about halfway to the Wilson Lakes, then made the lakes the next day.

The stream next to our first camp was full of small brook trout, but they wouldn't take a fly or spinner -- at least not at the time we fished. Louie tried later, and yank, got one, his first Wind River fish.

We put away the tackle, got a good nights rest, and hiked to Wilson Lakes the next day. The moment we hit the first lake we stripped and dipped, then rigged the rods. First cast, 16 inch brown trout, a few more casts, another big fish. Louie was hauling them in like tuna! We kept a few, threw a few back. Fried the keepers on our MSR stove and had a big protein lunch right there five feet from the water.

The weather was perfect, including an occasional afternoon shower to show us why we carried all our gear.

While backpacking equipment has improved, it was interesting to note that the traditional cagoule rain garment was still the best thing we could find for summer wilderness travel. We like Gortex for short summer jaunts and winter expeditions, there is nothing like nylon with a thick coating of totally waterproof poly. We got our cagoules for about $30 each from Campmore -- highly recommended.

The big fish we caught broke our leaders when we tried to land them without a net, so we made a net out of a limber pine branch and a mosquito head net. More fish to eat after that project.

While the Wilson Lakes are not the most pristine part of the Winds, the fish are big because they get fished enough to reduce the population, thus increasing food supply per fish.

Louie and Lisa enjoy one of our campfires. Most people don't know that for the first few years of NOLS, back around 1968 (I graduated as a student in '68), the school did not use gas backpack stoves but rather did all their cooking on fires, sometimes building up to 4 or 5 fires a day for various meals and such. With low-impact methods, it was amazing how evidence of those fires was not a problem.

But when I was a student, we were actually instructed to leave our fires burning when we left camp, so that the coals would burn down to ash. Needless to say, once a Forest Service official ran across one of our unattended fires, that practice was brought to a quick halt. We cooked on both our stove and fires during our 2001 trip, and used low-impact methods or existing fire rings so we didn't mess things up.