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"The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness,
a place where a man can lose himself."
~ William Least Heat Moon

Or a woman can lose herself! Figuratively, of course. More about getting literally lost later in this entry.

One of the most convenient runs and hikes for us is right out our door when we camp along South Mineral Creek Road: the dirt forest service road itself.

FSR 585 is a good 2WD road for the first four miles to the National Forest Service's South Mineral Campground and the Ice Lake trailhead. The road climbs gently from about 9,500 feet at our dispersed campground near the eastern end of the road to about 9,900 feet at South Mineral CG, a nice uphill run/hike with an average of only 100 feet rise per mile and an even nicer, faster run back home.

If you're the adventurous type you can continue west for approximately another mile with a 2WD vehicle but the road narrows and rises more sharply just after the NFS campground and trailhead parking area. It also gets significantly rougher the farther back the road you go.

This picture from the road going up to Clear Lake shows a good portion of the valley through which both South Mineral Creek and its namesake road run. The creek is down and to the left of the road:

One day we planned to drive farther up this road than we did but we gave up and backed down a hundred yards until we could park the truck at a little pull-off; we had trouble with traction on a steep section with loose, sharp rocks and it wasn't worth messing up our tires or transmission to keep going.

Cody and Jim (hidden by flowers) head back to the truck the day we parked it about five miles in on
South Mineral Creek Rd.  The road to Clear Lake traverses the mountain in the background.

It's no big deal with a 4WD vehicle to continue on this rough road another three or four miles beyond the campground/trailhead. Some people even take smaller, older travel trailers to the end of the valley at the base of Rolling Mountain, Fuller Peak, and South Park (not to be confused with the HUGE South Park valley west of Kenosha Pass):

Jim and Cody head down the Rico-Silverton Trail toward South Mineral Creek and road.
I marked a 5th-wheel camper and tent/canopy in the dispersed camping area with red arrows.

On the way there you'll pass the location of the Kamm Traverse (KT) aid station during the Hardrock Hundred race, then some old mine remnants, and ford a couple of streams (one is below) before reaching a large dispersed camping area and the trailheads to Lake Hope and Rolling Pass (Rico-Silverton Trail).

This little creek is always more shallow than the South Fork of Mineral Creek.

During this trip to Silverton Jim and I both ran/hiked on the smoother section of South Mineral Creek Road several times. It's right out our door, good for speed work, and a way to add some distance when we're using it to connect to other roads and trails.

One other time we hiked the rough western portion of the road when we climbed up to Rolling Mountain Pass and explored the high basin below Jura Mountain. I'll show photos from that hike in another entry (the last three pictures above are from that hike, and the next one).

An old mine building sits above the South Fork of Mineral Creek near the end of the road.

Most of the remaining photos in this entry are from one of my hikes on South Mineral Creek Road this week. I went out just three miles to the road that goes up to Clear Lake, then back. I would have gone further that day if a storm hadn't been approaching. The blue-sky/white-cloud photos are outbound; the pictures with gray clouds are ones I took on the way back.  

I wonder if I can walk two more miles without getting wet . . .

Mountain weather -- it can change at any minute. Both Jim and I got into some sleet and rain that day.


The road surface and general terrain along South Mineral Creek Road is excellent the first four miles for foot or bike travel. If you like rougher roads, continue the whole seven or eight miles until the road dead-ends.

When it's dry, vehicular traffic can stir up a lot of annoying dust. If it hasn't rained recently, we try to get out early in the morning before traffic picks up.

Even without the dust factor, we try to avoid South Mineral Creek Road on Fridays, weekends, and holidays because there is so much ATV, motor bike, motorcycle, car, truck, and RV traffic on the road. The road is narrow and curvy, and some drivers just aren't very considerate of pedestrians or cyclists.

I have ambivalent feelings about walking/running with a dog on this road. On the one hand, the rocks can be tough on a dog's feet if it isn't used to running on this type of surface. A dog also needs to be on a leash the whole time so it doesn't get run over by speeding traffic (35 MPH is speeding on this road).

The good thing is that there is plenty of water in the creek and beaver ponds along the first four miles of the road and at the end of it. The road is farther from the creek in the last three miles.

Above and below:  Two of the beaver ponds along S. Mineral Cr. Road


Since I'm giving you a little scenic tour along South Mineral Creek Road, let me show you some of the free camping spots in the first three miles. I mentioned them in the last entry but didn't show pictures of the ones past our campground.

Folks can camp in everything from a tent to a big Class A motorhome. There are two large dispersed camping areas, one smaller area, and lots of "onesies."

We are hunkered down in the first and largest dispersed campground on this road. It is about 6/10ths of a mile off US 550 north of Silverton. As I explained in the last entry, it's the only one on this road (in fact, the only one anywhere around Silverton) where we can use our Verizon cell phones to make calls and get online. I can't speak for other service providers. It's also the most convenient of the SMC campgrounds to town, with less dirt road to navigate.

A few of the RVs parked near S. Mineral Creek in our campground this week

Our camping area has a pit toilet; its cleanliness and t.p. supply vary, depending on how many people are using it and how considerate they are. Right now it's fine, with few people here. On the upcoming holiday weekend -- when this place will be jam-packed -- we'll probably start using the toilet in our Cameo.

A little past our campground there is a bridge across the Middle Fork of Mineral Creek:

There are several dispersed sites to the right on either side of this creek. It's a pretty location but there is no pit toilet.

Another mile or so down the road and on the left is the second-largest dispersed site with frontage on the South Fork of Mineral Creek. The easiest way to spot it (if there aren't a bunch of campers visible from the road) is to look for the distinctive red cliffs on the mountainside on the west side of Copper Gulch:

We've stayed in this camping area two or three times before. It's nice but we can't get a Verizon phone signal there. It has a pit toilet and is large enough to maneuver a big RV into position. The Forest Service has placed boulders near the creek so you can't park a camper as close to Mineral Creek as you can in the campground where we are but you can still fish and walk along the creek.

All along the first three miles of South Mineral Creek Road are other little pull-offs where one or two vehicles can park. Usually people will leave their cars or trucks by the road and set up their tents closer to the creek, as in the photo below. I marked a red X where people often erect tents down near the creek at this location:

In those places the creek is usually downhill a hundred feet or more, away from the noise and dust of the road -- like the location shown above.

When the dispersed sites are full, RVs sometimes park in the pull-offs right next to the road but that isn't our idea of a pleasant experience. There's just too much traffic. It's better to find a spot like the one below where a small camper can be backed in:


One of the first things we do every summer when we get to Silverton is to obtain our CORSAR cards in case we require a rescue when we're out on remote San Juan trails. I suppose we should have gotten them when we were in Colorado Springs but we didn't think of it then; we've always gotten them in Silverton.

These CORSAR cards are a great idea, both for outdoor adventurers of all types and for the state of Colorado. Having one can save you thousands of dollars if you require a search and/or rescue. Search & Rescue obviously benefits, too. If they weren't making some money off this, or at least recovering their costs, they'd raise the very reasonable fee for the cards.

CORSAR stands for Colorado Outdoor Recreation Search & Rescue. You can buy a one-year card for $3 (per person) or a five-year card for $12. We never know for sure if we'll be back multiple consecutive years so we just buy them one year at a time. Two dollars go to the Search & Rescue Fund and the vendor gets $1 for its time and effort. (You pay the fee, fill out a card with your name, address, phone number, date of purchase, and DOB, sign it, and keep the copy. The vendor sends the original to CORSAR.)

Fortunately, we've never needed either a search or a rescue during any of our wilderness adventures -- even when I had my bike wreck last year. No one needed to hunt for me or evacuate me by land or air. Silverton Ambulance transported me to the hospital in Durango, which was covered by my medical insurance, not CORSAR.

We carry our CORSAR cards with our other ID when we're out on trails in Colorado, with the hope that we'll never need to use them. They are cheap insurance when you consider what a search/rescue effort can cost.

I wonder if other states have a similar program? Misadventures can happen anywhere, even with the best pre-planning.


Family, friends, and folks who read last year's journal may remember that this is the road where I had my $10,000 bike wreck early last August (those were the medical bills, not the damage to Jim's bike or replacement of my helmet).

Here's where I crashed, just above the steep, rocky slope down to the creek:

That doesn't show the perspective as well as one of the pictures I took last year (in the entry link above) with Jim standing on the road. The slope is about 50 feet high.

This spot is about a mile from our campsite. Every time I've passed it since the wreck, I have a detached sort of perspective. I tell people, including myself, the story about my crash but it's like I'm talking about someone else. In the 10+ months since it occurred, I've had no further recollection of what happened nor any dreams or nightmares that could have shed light on how it happened. I still have a 20- to 30-minute gap in time that I simply don't remember.

This is typical of head traumas and the resultant amnesia.

As I said after the accident, I wish I knew how it happened and what was going on immediately afterwards, but I'm just as happy to not remember the crash itself. Considering the damage to my face and body, it had to have been painful!

One day when I was walking through Silverton during this visit I saw an old green truck with the Villa Dallavalle logo on it, parked in the shade near the courthouse (photo above).

Nancy and Gerald Swanson, owners of this B&B and the folks who called Jim and 911 after my crash last summer, were sitting in the truck (next photo). I recognized them from their pictures on the Villa Dallavalle website.

I walked over, introduced myself, and thanked them for being my guardian angels last summer when I wrecked my bike. Although I talked to them on the phone the day after the accident, I never saw them in person before we left Silverton. They are part of that blank spot in my mind; I don't remember them or anyone else who was on the scene afterwards except Jim. I don't remember giving them Jim's name and phone number. I wasn't aware of anything or anyone until I was being loaded into the ambulance, and even then the only face I remember is Jim's.

Needless to say, I surprised the heck out of the Swansons! They seemed genuinely happy to see me. They remembered the incident very clearly but didn't recognize me without blood all over my face!

View toward the eastern end of Fuller Mountain from S. Mineral Cr. Road

They had all kinds of questions. In my phone conversation with them after the accident I let them know I'd been released from the hospital the same evening and told them that the brain and spinal CT scans showed no damage. But they were still concerned almost a year later about all the abrasions and gashes I'd gotten on my face, arms, and legs and wondered if I had any problems later from the head trauma.

They were pleased to see I'd healed up just fine (in fact, that occurred rather fast) and don't have any apparent spinal or brain damage (although some people might argue with the latter!). They've known other folks who've experienced amnesia, so they weren't dismayed about the memory gap.

A type of vetch growing along South Mineral Creek Road and the Ice Lake Trail

I had a few questions, too. I wanted more clarification about the woman who either found me first or arrived just as the Swansons did. I thought they told me last year that she was on the scene and "freaking out" when they arrived. I've wondered if maybe she came around the corner and I swerved to miss her. She told Nancy and Gerald that she didn't see me fall and she didn't move me. She apparently just didn't have a clue what to do next.

The Swansons gave me another bit of information I didn't know last year. They said that when they came on the scene I was sitting next to my bike with one leg dangling over the edge of the cliff, my helmet was half off, and I had blood all over me. I knew I was close to the edge but I don't remember them saying one leg was dangling over! My blood stains were a couple feet into the roadway; there's even a photo of that in the entry linked above!

Even dandelions are attractive in a setting like this!

I really didn't learn much of anything new to fill in my memory gap. I still felt like I was talking about someone else's accident. Maybe that's a good thing, some sort of protective mechanism our minds have.

I was touched when Nancy told me she still has the sincere thank-you note I wrote to her and her husband before leaving town last year.

A few days later when Jim was with me and we were leisurely walking through town, we stopped at Villa Dallavalle (above) to say hi and see what the place looks like. Unfortunately, the Swansons were out of town then and for the remainder of the time we were in Silverton. I'm glad I caught them when I did. I think it gave them and me some closure.

And no, I don't have any problems with running, walking, cycling, or driving past the scene of the wreck. I can't cycle on the road this trip, however. We just brought my Terry road bike this time and I can ride only on pavement. If we had Jim's mountain bike, I'd be out there riding it again.

When you fall off the horse, just get back on it again or you'll end up being too terrified to do anything.

Next entry: another favorite run/hike: nearby Clear Lake

Happy trails,

"Runtrails & Company" - Sue Norwood, Jim O'Neil, and Cody the Ultra Lab

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