Lower Echo Lake trailhead South to the Echo Summit Trailhead
It is two miles South to the Echo Summit trail head from the trailhead at the Echo Lake upper parking lot. As the sun was already down, I had 45 minutes of diminishing twilight to locate the two basic elements of a backpacking camp: Water, and enough flat space to sleep on.
Pushing on around the end of the ridge overlooking Lake Tahoe between Echo Lake and Echo Summit, I crossed Echo Lake Road at the Upper Parking Lot and shortly came to an unmapped creek running West hard down the mountain before dropping down to Johnson Pass Road. This is the drainage from Echo Lake, which constitutes a major source of the headwater of the American River.
Strangely, the creek does not appear on the 1992 7.5 USGS Topographic of Echo Lake, but it is shown on the 1976 30 minute Placerville map, circled in white below. On the other hand, the Placerville map does not show the Pacific Crest Trail's present route through this section. I understand. Trail routes, as well as rivers, are made to run in different courses over the years.
It appears to me that this drainage naturally out of Echo Lake would naturally run into the Lake Tahoe Basin. And with no dam to block and redirect this flow, there would be no or a much lower set of Echo Lakes...
I looked about for a flat spot to camp near the ford, and finding none, I decided to continue South across the creek. There is a rather large downed tree crossing the creek to the left of the flooded low-water fording point. It has been dead long enough to have lost its bark.
The problem was the trunk was too high off the ground to climb up onto from the side, and the root mat on the back side was a climb-able, but a difficult climb. Especially as heavily loaded as I was. I climbed up the vertical root mat at the bottom of the toppled tree, but the dilemma when I reached the top was, how the hell do I step over the lip from the root mat onto the trunk? Standing up on the top of the root mat put me a good 15 feet off the ground, and stepping over from the back, from the root mat side, onto the very slick taper of the trunk was a little sketchy. Especially as my pack weighed just a bit above 70 lbs.
Root ends were sticking up, protruding out from the root mass I had climbed up, so I grabbed one root in my left hand, one in my right, and tentatively put my left leg over onto the trunk side. All good, so far. Then, just as I got my right leg onto the trunk from the the root mat side, the left root that I was using to hold myself steady snapped.
As I had not completed my transition from the vertical root ball to the tapering trunk I toppled clumsily over onto the tapering trunk, and started sliding head-first down the smooth surface towards the trunk. I instantly foresaw that I would bounce off the trunk and plunge into the madly rushing ice-cold frkn creek.
This tightened the grip of the root in my Right hand. I held on tight to the unbroken root in my right hand, and rather than bouncing into the creek managed to swing like a pendulum around the focal point of the root gripped in my right hand, stop and stabilize myself. I avoided the long fall and the shock on my right arm from stopping all my weight did not dislocate my shoulder. All good things.
Nonetheless, I was sprawled face-down in a precipitous position with only my strained grip on a dead root holding me onto this fallen tree. It took a little struggling to completely stabilize myself enough to get my legs under me, and work myself into a standing position. And jeeze, I had already hiked 14 hard miles and was dead beat tired. As soon as I stabilized myself I scurried across the creek atop the downed tree. Once on the other side I inspected my left arm, which had been gouged by the part of the left root which did not break off. When the root broke my fully laden weight dropped onto the unbroken lower part of the root, gouging my arm.
I decided it looked ok, though it was bleeding a lot. It had not gouged though all the layers of skin, so I was good to go without trail stitches. No problem. Bleeding cleans the wound. I would let it bleed clean. As it was almost dark, and I had still to find a campsite soon I figured I'd continued South to find a campsite, then clean it up and bandage it when I did find a campsite and could use the flashlight to properly inspect and treat the wound.

View of my scratch the next morning.
After scanning the South side of the ford for a suitable camping site and finding none, I continued to press on towards Highway 50, hoping that a site near this runoff from Echo Lake would appear, so I could tap it for water.
None did, so I continued South and shortly crossed Johnson Pass Road. In a few minutes I arrived at and crossed over Highway 50 in the dark.
I was already planning on pushing as far into darkness as I could, but now this injury had moved finding a spot to camp to my number one goal.
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