That is EXACTLY where I got lost. There was a junction, cairns led up, but my heart wanted to go down, unfortunately I listened to the cairns. 15 minutes later, I was lost and higher than I was supposed to be. My logic led me to just head straight down, thinking I was in the general vicinity of the N.Pigeon drainage. I couldn't have been any more off and 30 minutes later, was staring straight down a 30-40 foot waterfall.....in the Ruby drainage. My logic was still find a way to the Animas, climb over Watertank Hill and make the train. WRONG! I finally reach N.Pigeon Creek, after climbing up and over numerous wrotten deadfall with a 50 lb pack, steep slopes, hidden boulders, mosquitos, thorn bushes, etc. I think I'm above the stream crossing. WRONG AGAIN! I downclimb the creek, drenched, bleeding, dehydrated, beaten and bruised. Get cliffed out, but can traverse along a narrow, exposed ledge system. I now can see the train depot 1700 feet below.....with 20 minutes to make the 3:30pm train, thinking I'll have to camp out at Needleton with no way to let my boss know I'm not going to make work on monday. I'm hoping the 2:30pm train, that was 15 minutes late, means this one will be late. I drink unfiltered water from the creek and straighline it for where I think the depot is. Through a complete miracle, I land myself right out in the meadow in front of the cut out tree.....with 5 minutes to spare. I hear Papillon's voice but think I'm hallucinating, but then he comes running around the corner and I'm lying down by the bridge minutes later. The train rolls up less than 5 minutes later. I'm seeing double, am too exhausted to enjoy a Gordon's IPA and my stomach is queezy. I vomit over the side of the train the whole way back and need assistance carrying my pack to the car.turbocat wrote:You are not alone...I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who barreled and bushwacked down that trail trying to catch the Needleton train. Some of the cairns on that trail are just there to torment you. It is a tough route up or down. 2nd time was much easier for me. The crux for us was where the trail goes up on the way down...yet the cairns lead you into oblivion. Think I could do it blindfolded now.
Worst. Descent. Ever.