I’m sitting around at house one night when I get word of a proper woodland adventure:
[We're planning a] trip to Bell on Friday Night. Hike in, drink a few select beverages,wake for sunrise, the hike out and go to CB and bike/hike and meet on the bluff for Sunset then camp there.
Could be a good time to enjoy the last shot at fall.
And with that, things were set in motion. I hadn’t done an overnight in so long I questioned whether all my gear still existed, let alone what I should even bring with me.
As I got ready, I came to the conclusion I didn’t really want to carry a half-full backpacking pack for essentially two overnight trips. Fitting everything into my largest day pack was turning out to be bit of a push. In fact, at first I couldn’t get it. Then I started to reduce the list: I don’t need a stove to make hot water. I don’t need this, I don’t need that. Soon I had jury rigged my day pack into a light overnighter. Essentially this was:
- My Big Agnes solo backpacking tent
- Sleeping bag, attached the outside
- Sleeping pad, attached to the top
- Stuff sack with some extra clothes
- Extra coat
- Stuff sack with food, beverages
- Hydration
- Lights
- Camera
We met up at the north Bell Wilderness trailhead in the dark, passed some hunters on our a way to the top. Most of the hike up we hiked only with the moonlight to show the way. It was an amazing experience. The bald at the top was clear, stars and the moon shining above us. On top of the mountain, it was a busy night with a few other groups scattered about, but we found a great spot.

The next morning was a bit different. I woke in my tent at some point to faded grey light that I assumed at first was just the pre-dawn. After sleeping a bit more, I finally peeked out to find that the sky was overcast and the sun was above the horizon. The wind had not relented during the night and we hundled in the rocks making coffee and eating breakfast. It was a slow morning of getting ready, having arrived at camp close to midnight and staying up well past that.
When we hiked out we passed a few more people going topside. Leg one of this journey was done. Sitting at the cars having a spot of lunch we watched as car after truck drove by with hunters heading to nearby areas. Originally the plan was drive to the boat launch at Enough and hike from there to “the bluff”. The plan shifted around (a few times) and we ended up driving to the top. Once there, we found a crew of HAM radio operators supporting the Ozark Trail 100 trail run which was going on that day.
I had heard of the tales of the Bluff. Mystical tales of one of the best views in Missouri. As of yet, I had not made a pilgrimage there. Council Bluff Lake carries esteem in its own right with mountain bikers. It is where we hold one of our most anticipated mountain bike races and the trail has a bit of everything from a riding standpoint. The bluff overlooks the lake and nearly the entire region. You can see the lights from the mines in the distance, the valleys where other trails like the Middlefork or Trace Creek sections of the OT travel, and view almost the entire lake. It is one of Missouri’s magical places.
We watched the sunset from the top of the bluff, but the wind drove us into the tree line for camping. So we found a place near the “gash” that runs down the hill side. That night we watched the fire and spent another marvelous night in the woods. It was also the 1st time I slept in a hammock, which was actually pretty comfortable. In my sleeping bag I stayed warm and toasty, swaying in the wind all night.

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