{"id":12976,"date":"2021-03-22T11:05:20","date_gmt":"2021-03-22T17:05:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=12976"},"modified":"2022-10-20T10:04:13","modified_gmt":"2022-10-20T16:04:13","slug":"return-to-the-peaks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=12976","title":{"rendered":"Return to the Peaks"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I’d taken last Sunday off, to break the pattern and give my troubled foot a rest. On my last Sunday hike I’d encountered a two-foot-deep snowfield at 9,500′ in our local mountains, but since then we’d had two weeks of warm weather. I figured that farther south, in the lower-elevation Chiricahuas, I could return to my favorite trail and climb to one of the peaks of the range. That trail goes through the “cold canyon” where snow accumulates deeper than anywhere else, and lingers longer. It’d been three months since I’d done that hike \u2013 in the winter, snow prevents me from doing the longer hikes with higher elevation, and I worry about losing conditioning.<\/p>\n

But as soon as I crossed the pass south of town and got a view of the distant range, I could see there was still a lot of snow on the north slopes above 8,000′. I decided to change plans and hike to the “bleak saddle” instead. It’d be a long, hard hike, but with southeast exposure it should be snow-free, and if my energy lasted to the saddle, I might be able to continue up the nearby peak I hadn’t been able to reach last fall.<\/p>\n

The forecast called for overcast skies and mild temperatures. From a distance, it looked like low clouds over the range were trying to drop some rain. But by the time I got to the trailhead, the sky had cleared, with only wisps of cloud.<\/p>\n

I climbed the steep trail steadily, shedding outerwear, until midway along the 3-mile traverse, it was so warm I had to unbutton my shirt. It was probably in the 60s, and intermittantly gusty. Small black flying insects kept flushing out of my way, but the wind whipped them away so I couldn’t tell what they were.<\/p>\n

\"Beginning <\/a>
Beginning the 3-mile traverse toward the crest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally <\/a>
Finally figured out that this ubiquitous, holly-like shrub is an oak. Oaks of several species really dominate burn scars in the southwest. <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View back down the big canyon from the traverse <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Long <\/a>
Long erosional gully dividing a stand of leafless Gambel oak from a stand of oaks with foliage, manzanita, and madrone. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Wish <\/a>
Wish I knew what these are \u2013 they look like obsidian on the surface but fracture easily along a plane. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Northern <\/a>
Northern flicker <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Approaching the saddle I was feeling pretty sore and exhausted, and nearing the compression zone of strong wind that streams through saddles. I had to stop and squeeze into my sweater, and decided to put on my shell as well. The sky was now almost completely overcast, and the wind was so fierce and cold I had to pull up the hood immediately.<\/p>\n

Despite being worn out, when I reached the trail junction on the bleak saddle, I decided to try the trail to the peak. It looked like the peak was close, a quarter mile and a few hundred feet above. I might not make it, but it would be more interesting than this bare, windy saddle.<\/p>\n

There was actually no trail on the bare lower slope, only sporadic cairns and fallen logs placed as directional markers. The wind was so strong I was almost blown down at times. But after a few hundred yards, I found a distinct trail that had recently been cleared.<\/p>\n

Then suddenly the cleared part ended. I could see the trail continuing ahead, but a thicket of aspen had been growing on it for at least five years, to a height of 8 or 10 feet.<\/p>\n

Later, back home, I discovered the Chiricahua Trails website lists this trail as in “terrible” condition \u2013 the worst condition possible. But now that I’ve had plenty of experience bushwhacking and climbing over blowdown, I just kept going, pushing through the thickets, re-finding the trail on the other side.<\/p>\n

As so often happens, the peak I’d seen from below turned out not to be the actual peak. Dozens of switchbacks, blocked by thickets or deadfall, led to a ridge that continued east for another half mile. Whereas the surrounding slopes had burned in the 2012 wildfire, a pocket of beautiful alpine forest had survived on this ridge. Otherwise I might’ve given up and turned back, especially when I reached an extensive blowdown blocking the trail 3\/4 of the way along the ridge.<\/p>\n

Past that, I finally saw the actual peak, a little hump at the far end of the ridge, where I flushed a white-tail buck that briefly stood, silhouetted, before dropping out of sight down the slope.<\/p>\n

\"Thicket <\/a>
Thicket growing in the peak trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6943\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Blocked <\/a>
Blocked switchback toward the peak ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Blowdown <\/a>
Blowdown on the ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Actual <\/a>
Actual peak in distance <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I expected the forest would block views from the peak, but it turned out I had good views due east and south. Making it all the way here, despite the way I’d felt at the saddle, seemed to recharge my energy. I started paying more attention to the beautiful forest.<\/p>\n

This range crests a thousand feet lower than our mountains at home. It has only six peaks above 9,500′, five of them named \u2013 I’ve now climbed three of them. But it’s a Sky Island, and those peaks host tiny pockets, like this, of alpine spruce-fir forest like you find much farther north. With a warming climate, how much longer will they last?<\/p>\n

\"View <\/a>
View south into Mexico. Really shows how extensive this range is toward the southwest. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View east <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Panorama <\/a>
Panorama eastward from the peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The trail I traversed is way down there somewhere on that white slope <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Another <\/a>
Another view south <\/div> <\/div>
\"Alpine <\/a>
Alpine trees: Englemann spruce at left, Chiricahua white pine on right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Peeking <\/a>
Peeking over a ridge in center distance, Fly Peak, the one I was intending to climb today <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"At <\/a>
At left, Chiricahua Peak, highest in the range, which I climbed last fall <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

According to the GPS data on Chiricahua Trails, this would be a 12-mile round-trip hike, with barely 4,000′ of accumulated elevation gain. But it took me nearly 8 hours \u2013 longer than any 14 to 16 mile hike I’ve done. That’s partly explained by the difficulties I had on the peak trail. But I still wonder about the accuracy of these GPS distances, especially older data like this.<\/p>\n

On the way down I finally got a better look at the flying insects \u2013 they were small black butterflies with banded wings. Millions of them had recently metamorphosed in this range, despite the cool weather of early spring. They were having a hard time in the wind.<\/p>\n

I was 1-1\/4 hours late returning to the vehicle, but the time change gives me an extra hour of daylight. From the near-freezing wind chill of the high traverse, it got steadily warmer as I circled back and dropped into the dense oak forest of the trailhead canyon, where it felt like the mid-70s. Happily, despite the long day and the two-hour drive home, I got back just before dark.<\/p>\n

\"View <\/a>
View back toward the peak ridge from the saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"This <\/a>
This slope has the best sapwood patterns in fire-killed trees that I’ve found anywhere <\/div> <\/div>
\"Those <\/a>
Those patches of snow on the distant slope are aspen groves. Somehow the leafless trees hold snow on the ground better than the bare slopes surrounding them. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6977\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"That <\/a>
That thing that looks like a dark rock is actually a butterfly, huddling under strong wind. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6983\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Just <\/a>
Just noticed that big stone pillar <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Sharp <\/a>
Sharp outcrop along the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Big <\/a>
Big flock of wild turkeys on the road in the canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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