Closed road challenges trip plan—but opens just in time

In planning a Death Valley visit, David chose the 26-mile Marble-Cottonwood loop with added traverse of Hunter Mountain for contrasting pinyon pine forest environment. But Park Service website said Cottonwood access road from Stovepipe was closed.

David’s solution was to hike cross country to mouth of Cottonwood. He had an 8-mile GPS “beeline” route suggested by a previous hiker. On the phone a dour wilderness ranger tried to dissuade him, claiming the route was hazardous. David was not deterred: our initial plan included overnight stay at Stovepipe Wells with early start to hike “hazardous” beeline route.

When we got to the park, Cottonwood Road had just been reopened. After check-in at Stovepipe, we hiked about a mile along our planned route, mostly through flat desert with minimal vegetation and a few small wash crossings. No problems. We also drove a couple miles up Cottonwood—sandy but passable for any vehicle. Road was like a ditch with high berms—very hard to turn around. This became a slight issue on the drive out.

We later would conclude that the Cottonwood Road closure had more to do with the schedule for Park Service grading equipment than public safety.

After hearty buffet breakfast at Stovepipe concession (recommended) we drove up the curvy, mostly flat, sandy road to the mouth of the canyon. Cautious because of Park Service warnings, we parked at a flat area reserved for camping. (We were advised by Park Service to park only at pullouts for hikers but never found any). I left note for Park Service on windshield, apologizing for possible infraction of parking in large vacant primitive campground, not hiker pullout.

A decent road hike until junction of Cottonwood and Marble Canyons—the only “trail sign” we saw in area. After that we hiked wash mostly outside road to avoid sand slog. Further up, we saw water running on the road and then a Park Service road closure sign (YAY!). A mile or so later we hiked banks of roaring Cottonwood Creek. Road crossed creek many times and I was glad for Keane hiking sandals.

At road’s end I found route on creek that disappeared into brush; a better route crossed creek and continued through cottonwood trees. We found site for first camp and David hung “bear bag” in a stately cottonwood. I cut myself on willows trying to get to the creek to wash my legs!

Up & out of Cottonwood; pelted by wind and snow

Cottonwood Creek ascent included some nice trail through trees or along flats, as well as crappy cliffside scrambles or fighting heavy vegetation on creek. We met backpackers from Marble (only people other than day hikers on way out). Then two friendly feral horses that seemed intent on following me (!) until David yelled at them. After skirting big cottonwoods at Cottonwood Spring, our route crossed well-running creek (later determined to be flowing from Hunter Spring on the mountain) and turned up a dry unnamed drainage.

We then left Marble-Cottonwood loop on old route to Hunter Mountain (on USGS map) that David had traced and loaded on GPS; the trail to Dead Horse Canyon into Marble was obscure. We followed dry wash, climbed to small saddle, and found a few cairns (stone markers) on narrow sideslope route into next canyon. High wind which had dogged us all day was horrendous but bitterbush (or some other tall shrub) offered windbreak for camp.

On a cold grey morning we followed hiker tracks up wash which soon was running. Hiker tracks climbed up the wrong way; we followed David’s GPS route up side canyon and met old trail with occasional cairns (rock markers) contouring up ridges to the slope of Hunter Mountain. Below were six horses eyeing us curiously. Our route did not come too close so we were not followed this time! (We saw feral burros near Stovepipe Wells but later learned that yes there are also feral horses.)

On crest of mountain, we found old sign “Water ½ M” but no clear tread in high sagebrush. Wind became snow flurries pelting us as we clambered through sage to a wet bog. I donned rain gear. Spring shown on map (near our GPS route) was in a canyon accessed by route through bog and willows (0.8 mile beyond sign) to roaring flow in drainage below Hunter Spring.

We hiked through pinyon pine to road and dropped packs for brief side trip to historic Hunter Cabin (sign said “Closed Due to Hantavirus,” so photographed from outside). We saw overgrown route David had identified for loop around mountain. Trail looked bad; with at least a foot of snow on mountain crest, we were happy to abandon loop plan. We went on to main Hunter Mountain Road and saw vehicle tracks in mud and deep muddy pools left from snowmelt.

Down the road we found sheltered site in pinyon. By bedtime I wore all my clothes—turtleneck, t-shirt, cotton shirt, and puffy UNDER raingear! Next morning, we found ice in our water bottles in the tent with temperatures likely in the 20s. No hot weather on THIS Death Valley trek!

The undulating road always seemed into the wind! At a crest I saw the source of cold air drainage: snowy Sierras and possibly 14,000-foot Mt. Whitney 45 miles away! We were happy to leave road for old jeep track into sheltered side canyon towards head of Marble. We met better road that ended near old buildings, wrecked vehicles, and broken pipes from Goldbelt Spring up the drainage. We found a thicket of willow and brambles; if there was water, we could not reach it! We hoped to find water in upper Marble as we were getting low (and we did).

Trail of sorts wound down Marble Canyon with some hillside skitters to avoid heavy creek vegetation; water flow increased with descent. Eventually a canyon dropped into some incredible narrows. We chose route around some rocks at confluence and David noticed a couple (without packs) clambering up the rocks we had avoided. Below a slot descent (where David ferried my pack) we passed day packs and hiking poles. The hikers caught us as we were looking for a campsite. They were from the Northwest and gaga over western canyon country. With 5.4 miles back to the road, they still hoped to visit some nearby dunes, although it was almost sunset.

While David set up camp and filtered water, I hiked about a mile up Dead Horse Canyon and found a waterfall—usually dry as Marble-Cottonwood loop posts discussed climbing up it to spring a quarter mile beyond (our planned water source for camp, but water came to us instead).

Dry canyon, hikers, slow departure

First warm day! We hiked narrows not so spectacular as those above; most people doing the loop would never see them. Merged flow from Marble and Dead Horse soon disappeared under the sand. The canyon widened with good route on banks amidst beautiful flowers. I tag teamed with two ravens who would stop, hop a few feet down canyon then fly further and hop again. We passed a rocky side canyon which must have flooded; below this whole canyon was rockier.

I passed a couple camped on a sidebar. They had hiked in the night before and planned a day hike up Dead Horse but not the loop. David noticed camp chairs and heavy gear.

Near trailhead we met hikers: 4 older folks and a couple with 2 lagging kids. The lanky athletic looking dad was curious about our trip; David thought he wanted to ditch his lazy family and do a real hike! We passed the seniors’ sports utility vehicle with Utah plates and a pop-up camper van with Oregon plates parked in a primitive campsite with camp gear around. Likely the family.

We avoided sand and rock slog on Marble road by hiking banks. An old van with Arizona plates was parked by our vehicle at the large flat campsite. No one around. My note to Park Service undisturbed.

As we packed up, Oregon van passed. We soon caught it creeping along. With high sand berms, no place to pass, we stopped rather than eat dust. Later we passed the stopped van. Dad said they were reinflating the tires which they had deflated for the sand. He apologized for going slow. “I kept trying to find a spot that was safe to pull over.”

We saw about ten primitive car campsites between Marble and Cottonwood canyons. Only one was used, by the Oregon family before their day hike.

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