Buffy, Hoss, and I declared Gothic Basin the destination for this weekend. We would not be disappointed, as the two nights there provided hours of frolicking, relaxation, exploration, and soul-salve.
Gettin' There: We hit the trail sometime after 8:30 am on Saturday, Barlow Pass containing about six or seven other automobiles. We thought that odd, being Labor Day and expecting hordes and herds of boot clad humanoids. The day was bright and clear, a condition for high spirits and spunky steps. I found myself a trusty natural trekking pole with sufficient tensile strength and rigidity for trail use (bonus!). The trail, despite recent improvements over the years, is still pretty gnarly. It pleased the massochist in us as we lugged our full packs up over roots, rocks, and uphill marches. We exchanged notions about how the old trail must have been a real quad pleaser. Our tenacity paid off, and poof, Gothic Basin reared its slabs o' rock before us. We dashed (more like dragged) past Foggy Puddle and scrambled to a fine camp site before Foggy Lake and Del Campo.
Bein' There: The basin is singularly unique, rock and more rock, slabs and chunks of the stuff. Lives up to its medieval title, and to a phrase I heard: ""Geologist's Wet Dream."" After the requisite nap and camp set-up, I chucked my pale carcass into Foggy's cold waters. Yarr! Ahhhh... refreshing after you catch your breath. I also scampered up to the ridge saddle below Gothic for some good views, and then to the snow pack in Foggy Pass for a weak glissade attempt. Sunset on Monte Cristo, Wilmon, and Silver Tip was a nice treat, a prelude to Mars popping is shiny red orb over their crests at nightfall.
Next day: We chugged up Del Campo as far as the ""notch"" where we called a halt. We leave no man behind, and didn't have 100% group comfort in continuing. No importa, the view was spectacular, the summit will always be there, and the basin full of other treats. Hoss used the altitude to squawk on his mobile HAM unit for a bit. We returned to our camp and all of us chucked ourselves into Foggy's clear blue waters. Hoss and Buffy paddled and splashed around like seals...""c'mon man, you get used to it!""... so I joined the party for a few moments.
Eureka! We found the mine! And curses, we forgot our headlamps!! Still a neat find and we will plumb its dark recesses when we return.
Note: It might have been just Labor Day, but the basin was CROWDED. Being little to no tree cover, you can see and hear your neighbors and fellow hikers as clean as day. I apologize to those with more delicate sensibilities, but this made relieving yourself a game of cloak and dagger (could almost hear the Mission Impossible theme as you skulked about with sanitary implements in hand).
Gettin' out: After so much rock hopping and overall frolicking, the legs were soaking up the abuse on the way out. Buffy grazed on huckleberry's until her lips were purple. My knee began to rebel, but I squashed its insignificant uprising with sheer will. On the way down, we passed 38.5 (.5 being a kid in carrier) people!!! Some with really late starts (1:00 pm approx.)!! I committed my trusty natural trekking pole back to nature, *sniff*, it served me well. Buffy actually jogged part of way... psycho. Contrast to the start, Barlow Pass parking lot was overflowing.
Overall this is a fantastic destination, lots of exploration potential, peaks, mine, lakes, waterfalls! I'd go back, hopefully with less of a crowd being present (maybe it was more serene without the improvements?? hmmm). Maybe try to get down to Weden lake and up to Sheep Gap. Gothic Basin gets a certified seal of, according to Hoss, ""Where it's at.""