Various
Hiking in Place
Monday, April 27th, 2020: Hikes, Nature, Southwest New Mexico, Various, Wildfire.
Like every crisis in our alienated society, COVID-19 has revealed more of the social and ecological failures we live in everyday denial of. It was clear from the beginning that the virus became a pandemic due to our technologically-enhanced national and global mobility. The more people venture outside their local communities, the farther the virus spreads. But raised as individualists in our European-derived culture, we take our mobility for granted and resist any constraints on our ability to travel.
My weekend hikes have evolved to encompass a radius of a hundred miles from my home, but as the virus spread and voluntary travel restrictions were imposed, it became clear that the farthest of those hikes would take me out of my local service area and expose me to risk of interacting with people in other communities. So I dropped those destinations and stuck to hikes which, if anything went wrong, would limit my exposure to services and people in my local community.
I’m lucky to live in a small town which supports a vast rural region. For city people, the restrictions are much more limiting. Your local “community” is typically a tiny, densely populated enclave of strangers, completely surrounded by similar enclaves. If you want to get out into “nature” – a nearby park landscaped with non-native plants and infested with invasive species – you enter into competition with thousands of people from neighboring communities. Hence many city parks have been closed. And if you travel outside your enclave, you’re immediately at risk of spreading the virus. But that’s the price you pay for living in a city – an unhealthy environment at the best of times.
Thus one of the most profound failings of our alienated way of life is exposed – the meaninglessness of “communities” to modern, urbanized people. City people are lucky if they even know their next-door neighbors. The idea of living in a neighborhood has only intangible value to them. In a crisis, it’s every man for himself. He can’t be bothered to care about the health of the thousands of strangers surrounding him. He just desperately needs to “get out.”
Early spring is a transitional season for us. Our habitat can’t accurately be described using the four-season cliche; March and April are the dry and windy season. Vegetation doesn’t really start greening up and flowering broadly until May.
Despite the dry air, the winter’s heavy snows still cling to north slopes over 9,000′, blocking some of the trails I’d normally use this time of year. And snowmelt floods streams and rivers, blocking other trails.
Excluded from many of my favorite trails, I experiment with trails I’ve avoided in the past. But the drabness of vegetation this time of year offers only limited photo opportunities.
With all that in mind, here’s a gallery of highlights from “hiking in place.”
March
Returning to my favorite local hike near the end of March, I wasn’t sure if the snow had melted enough to let me through. A few hundred feet below the crest, I encountered a scatter of these blue feathers.
I had to cross a hundred-foot patch of two-foot-deep snow to get to the crest, where I found this view.
Still plenty of snow on the north slopes of the 10,500′ peaks
April
A couple weeks later I set out on one of the longest hikes available near town. The forecast was for temps in the high 50s, but up on the ridge I found gale-force winds and frost on the treetops.
Clouds kept racing overhead, occasionally revealing the sun. The wind would drop for a minute or two and I’d have to take off my jacket, only to put it back on almost immediately. This stock pond is at the end of a difficult 6-1/2 mile hike.
On my way up this windy ridge, I had to cross a blowdown involving dozens of living ponderosa pines. Note how shallow the roots are.
This pine had been broken off by wind, and formed a new trunk from a side branch
The new trunk was nearly 100′ tall
Western bluebird
Brown creeper
First flowers of spring
Tree lichen
A few days later, on a shorter midweek hike, I returned to the peak near town that used to be one of my “big” weekend hikes. Fire lookout not staffed yet.
On the west side of this peak, a large area of trees has gradually been killed off by bark beetles
The following weekend, I returned to the 10,000′ peak an hour’s drive east of town, and found this sign. Intentionally ambiguous, it appears that the trail is closed, until you read the fine print. They just don’t want you entering or using the fire lookout facilities on the peak, which I avoid anyway.
Again, I encountered a long patch of two-foot-deep snow near the peak.
I cross the peak and head down to a saddle below the back side. On the way, I had to cross another obstacle course of wildfire deadfall – aspens this time.
In the far distance I could see large snowfields on the Mogollon Mountains, where I would go next weekend.
A jay
I ran across a couple of these guys on the peak trail
Lush, unburned slopes to the west
Drier, more heavily burned slopes to the east, with Rio Grande Valley in background
Mountain lion scat
After the peak hike, I sprained my knee at home. Looking for a midweek hike without much elevation gain to protect my knee, I explored this canyon trail I’d never done before
It turned out to be a pretty canyon, with a primitive road that was occasionally flooded
Flowering box elder. This canyon was full of them – first I’d seen around here.
My knee was still recovering, and I had a hard time finding a longer weekend hike without steep inclines. I finally decided to try a new trail that promised to be mostly level. 50 miles from home, still within our service area, but it took 2 hours to get there, and I found the road closed below the trailhead.
Unfortunately for my knee, the road began climbing steeply and steadily from that point. It turned out to be a further 2 miles to the trailhead.
The trail enters the wilderness immediately. And worst of all for my injured knee, the first half mile is the steepest trail I’ve ever encountered. But I was wearing a brace, and so far it wasn’t hurting, so I trudged upward.
The trail crests at a 9,000′ saddle, at the heart of the mountains, in the most severe burn scar from the 2012 wildfire
Here you’re surrounded by 10,500′ peaks draped with large snowfields
Lots of elk using this trail
In the western distance I could just glimpse the snow-draped peaks of the sky island range in Arizona where I hike when there’s no pandemic.
The trail traverses the burn scar and involves a lot of scrambling over and under deadfall
Deep, linear erosion channels interrupt the bare slopes
Interesting rocks
It’s called the Redstone Trail for a reason!
Mountain lion scat again?
Obstacle course
Pine bark decomposes into ever-evolving patterns
Picking my way back down the steep trail through dense forest
Encountering a small herd of mule deer on the road
Late in the day, cattle returning home from their graze
Long empty road
May
For this weekend hike, I recalled that one of my shorter weekday hikes connects with the Continental Divide Trail, which leads to a 9,000′ peak. It offers a fairly gentle climb over the 6-mile ascent, which I was hoping would be easy on my hurt knee. Near the trailhead, I saw this painted redstart – a first for me. The bird has a rich red breast that I only saw when it took flight.
Shortly after the redstart, I saw this western tanager.
The trail leads to a mile-long ledge where the Forest Service has done extensive thinning of young pines, creating these slash piles. I wonder if the paper indicates that they plan to burn them?
Strange blight on gambel oak leaves
Wish I knew the name of this common shrub that produces new leaves in a magenta tint
The leaves change color as they grow
On a remote stretch of the CDT, some careless hiker has left us this toilet paper
View from the peak – the Spire in the far distance
Abandoned radio installation on peak
Usually, on an all-day hike, I reach the peak and turn around without resting. But today I’d gotten an early start and decided to enjoy the peace up there. Ladybugs were crawling all over me.
This may be a flycatcher – I’m waiting on expert opinion
The bird was looking for something on the ground – rather than flying, it kept darting and hopping along ahead of me
Halfway down the mountain, I was just marveling at the solitude on this trail near town, when suddenly two mountain bikers appeared ahead of me. I saddens me when young people can’t enjoy nature without some kind of machine. On a bike, you miss much of the wildlife, including this baby horned lizard that a bike would run right over.
Two-tailed swallowtails courting
This narrowleaf cottonwood has healed itself from a grievous injury – apparently it was hit by a truck or by a boulder, but it seems to thriving anyway
No Comments
