{"id":13930,"date":"2021-07-13T08:36:23","date_gmt":"2021-07-13T14:36:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=13930"},"modified":"2021-07-13T09:02:27","modified_gmt":"2021-07-13T15:02:27","slug":"trail-of-many-weathers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=13930","title":{"rendered":"Trail of Many Weathers"},"content":{"rendered":"

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For more than a month my favorite local trails had been closed due to a wildfire that had simmered in the heart of the wilderness for weeks, only to flare up and rapidly grow during the hottest, driest days at the end of the pre-monsoon. The active edge of the fire was embracing the area I’d just discovered in April, and most wanted to revisit, so I anxiously checked the map for updates throughout each day. I wanted to explore a canyon, deep in the wilderness, that arcs from north to south for about eight miles, from the 10,000′ crest of the range in the north to its junction with a larger creek 4,000′ lower in the south. You approach the canyon from the west, across a high, rolling plateau, facing the canyon’s east slope, a dramatic, precipitous, continuous mountain wall studded with cliffs and giant outcrops of white conglomerate.<\/p>\n

The fire, growing from the east, was sending an arm over the rim of that mountain wall in the north, and another around its base at the creek junction in the south. But then humidity increased across the area, and our monsoon rains started early, and the fire burned out just before reaching the canyon. And on Friday morning, after a week with no more wildfire news, I called forest headquarters across town, and was told the wilderness closure would expire at 5 pm.<\/p>\n

At that point we were having rain daily, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Temperatures Sunday were forecast to reach 90, and most of this hike is exposed to full sun. Rain wasn’t predicted until evening, when I’d be driving home, drenched with sweat. But monsoon forecasts are notoriously unreliable, and this forecast was for town. Hopefully the mountains would produce some earlier weather, and in any event I was desperate \u2013 I was an addict suffering from weeks of withdrawal.<\/p>\n

On the long drive up the flat, overgrazed mesa toward the trailhead, I saw not the faintest wisp of cloud in the pale sky. And when I stepped out of the truck at the trailhead, it was into silence, stillness, and already oppressive heat. The log book showed that someone had beat me here, yesterday, but they’d only hiked a mile down into the first canyon and back. Parties from Arizona and Texas had hiked a little farther back in June, ignoring the closure notices. One of them reported too much blowdown on the trail into the second canyon \u2013 the trail I’d hiked in April.<\/p>\n

In monsoon season, it’s no longer “a dry heat” \u2013 our humidity climbs above 90 percent. I was drenched with sweat within the first quarter mile, and when I finally reached the first canyon bottom, the creek was bone dry. The next stretch is a 1,400′ climb up a precipitous wall on long, steep switchbacks, gaining a dramatic view up a canyon lined with rock ledges and outcrops to the distant crest. The view was hazy from the heat and humidity, and the climb in the still, hot air was exhausting and took almost twice as long as usual. The only thing that kept me going was the belief that there would be water in the destination canyon, and some cloud cover in the afternoon, when during our monsoon, the day’s heat typically generates cumulous clouds that may grow into storms.<\/p>\n

At the top of the canyon wall, the climb continues, even steeper at up to a 40 percent grade, to a small peak which is the west end of the rolling plateau that leads to the second canyon. Sweat was dripping off my head on all sides and I had to keep swabbing it out of the way with my already soaked shirtsleeves. I was crossing a high, two-mile-wide divide between two deep canyons, but with no forest cover and without even the hint of a breeze. I kept surveying the skyline in all directions, but never saw even the tiniest cloud. The bleached dome of the sky felt like a giant heat lamp.<\/p>\n

The eastern wall of the second canyon beckoned me forward, hazy like a mirage, as I trudged across the high parts of the plateau, with their broken white gravel and scattered shrubs, down into the red sediment and sparse pines of the hollows, and back up again.<\/p>\n

Finally I crested the saddle above the descent into the second canyon. It’s a 1,400′ drop \u2013 mercifully, with sporadic forest cover \u2013 but I was already exhausted from the heat and humidity, and couldn’t imagine climbing back up it at this end of this sweltering day. But I’d have to \u2013 I couldn’t come this far, and pass up a dip in the water of the creek far below.<\/p>\n

\"Heat <\/a>
Heat haze over the first canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Dry <\/a>
Dry creekbed <\/div> <\/div>
\"A <\/a>
A bear was here just before me <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing out of the canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6719\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back over the mesa <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6724\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Last <\/a>
Last view over the first canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My day’s landscape, with not a cloud to be seen anywhere <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"First <\/a>
First view of the eastern wall, and the rolling plateau I need to cross <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail across the plateau <\/div> <\/div>
\"Hemispherical <\/a>
Hemispherical manzanita <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Red <\/a>
Red soil in a hollow of the plateau <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"One <\/a>
One wall of a pioneer’s corral, deep in the wilderness <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Stove <\/a>
Stove pipes, probably from a pioneer’s tent cabin <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The corral, partly burned in the 2012 wildfire <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The eastern wall viewed from the saddle before the descent into the second canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Heading down from the saddle, I first encountered freshly broken branches on trailside shrubs \u2013 a standard trail marker from the Arizonans or Texans \u2013 and a single bootprint. Then the trail gets so steep you almost have to slide down, and you reach the first deadfall \u2013 there’s actually no blowdown on this trail. Any sign of the out-of-state hikers ended \u2013 this is where they apparently gave up and turned back. But I knew the deadfall on this trail is actually minimal compared to other trails in the area.<\/p>\n

The descent, seemingly endless and almost continuously steep and rocky, divides into several distinct sections, some through dense riparian vegetation, others through chaparral, others through open pine or fir forest. The dramatic eastern wall looms in front of you the whole way, and when you finally emerge into the intact, shady ponderosa forest at the bottom, on an alluvial bench above the creek, it’s like coming home.<\/p>\n

I’d been planning to explore the creek trail upstream, but first I had to fight my way through the dense willows lining the creekbed, to reach that cool running water at last.<\/p>\n

\"Trail <\/a>
Trail marker from the out-of-staters <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Last <\/a>
Last footprint, where they gave up and turned back <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rock <\/a>
Rock sentinels above the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Nice <\/a>
Nice big burrow in a sandy gully <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View north up the second canyon shows where the fire crossed the mountain wall and began burning down into the canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View from the trail down into the canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6765\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Woodpecker <\/a>
Woodpecker patterns in the bark of a fire-killed ponderosa <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Running <\/a>
Running water! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The descending trail joins the creek trail in a broad grassy meadow at the feet of big ponderosas. I sat there for a while in the shade, snacking and drinking water. All the ice I’d added to my drinking water had long melted and it’d almost warmed to air temperature. So I soon got up and began following the creek trail north.<\/p>\n

It hadn’t been cleared since the 2012 fire, but it wasn’t in bad shape. Very little tread remained, but there wasn’t much deadfall. I quickly reached the end of the alluvial bench, and the trail simply began traversing the steep, forested slope, diving into and out of gullies, climbing higher above the creek, which I occasionally got glimpses of, snaking over a bed of white rock dozens of feet below, tinted green with algae.<\/p>\n

Rock formations closed the canyon in, and the trail suddenly dove down toward the creek between giant boulders. I’d been eyeing that water, and as I climbed down through the boulders I thought I could spot a swimming hole downstream.<\/p>\n

Yes! There was an overhang for shade, and a clear pool that looked to be a couple feet deep. I’d started out hoping to explore much farther \u2013 two or three miles up the creek trail. This crossing was less than a mile from the junction, but the heat had really slowed me down. This would be my destination for the day.<\/p>\n

The first thing I did was take off my sweat-soaked shirt and rinse it several times in the creek. With my chronic foot injury, it’s hard and risky for me to walk barefoot on rocks, so taking a dip in a rocky pool is complicated, but that doesn’t stop me \u2013 I just have to take it slow and easy. The water felt freezing cold, and as soon as I submerged in the pool I stirred up masses of dead algae, so I had to rinse off under the little waterspout that filled the pool. It was only a quick dip, but it felt wonderful.<\/p>\n

I soaked my water reservoir in the creek to cool, filled a bottle with creek water to drink during the climb out of the canyon, and dunked my hat so it would keep my head cool on the way back to the junction.<\/p>\n

\"Rock <\/a>
Rock outcrops on the eastern wall, from the creek trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Good <\/a>
Good spot to stop? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"That <\/a>
That looks like a swimming hole down there <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Shady <\/a>
Shady overhang where I unpacked <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally, <\/a>
Finally, cooling off! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

It was during the hike back down the creek trail that I saw the first hazy clouds growing over the eastern wall from the southeast. By the time I reached the junction in the meadow there was an actual cumulus cloud hanging up there.<\/p>\n

Still, the air remained incredibly hot and humid, and the steep climb out of the canyon was an ordeal that I could only handle in short stints. I just resigned myself to a very long hike back, and all the benefit of the dip in the stream was gone in the first hundred yards of that climb.<\/p>\n

I kept looking up hopefully, measuring the spread of the cloud mass westward toward the sun in degrees of arc. I was probably about 2\/3 of the way up before they finally met and I got some sporadic periods of shade, for the first time all day.<\/p>\n

When I’d climbed 1,400′ out of the canyon and reached the saddle, the eastern sky had turned a dark blue and I could hear occasional thunder.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_6786\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6790\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Wow! <\/a>
Wow! An actual cloud! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6794\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Now <\/a>
Now it’s looking promising <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Down <\/a>
Down there is where the fire made an end run around the canyon to the south <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Slopes <\/a>
Slopes that were burning less than two weeks ago <\/div> <\/div>
\"Last <\/a>
Last view up the second canyon, with thunderhead building above <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail tree? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6804\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6807\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Storming <\/a>
Storming over the eastern wall <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6814\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6815\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Things changed quickly as I started across the rolling plateau. Still air was replaced by blasts of wind, and after descending hundreds of feet into the first red hollow and climbing back up onto the second white shoulder, sporadic drops of rain turned to the sharp impacts of hail. I pulled my damaged poncho over me and my pack, just as I could see hailstones bouncing off the rocky ground between the shrubs.<\/p>\n

Suddenly a bigger hailstone fell at my feet, exploding on impact. Then another landed on the trail ahead, 3\/4″ in diameter. I knew there was practically no limit on how big they could get, so I started looking for trees to hide under, but there really weren’t any on this exposed plateau. Lightning struck all around, thunder crashed, big hailstones rained down on me, and I kept going. And within ten minutes or so, the storm moved off.<\/p>\n

Since I was on a high plateau surrounded by peaks and ridges stretching many miles off into the distance, I could watch the weather moving around for many miles. I could see columns of rain thousands of feet tall. Up in the recent burn scar on a distinctive peak several miles to my south, I could see a patch of what looked like snow in July \u2013 a spot where hail had fallen heavily and piled up on ground cleared of vegetation by the wildfire.<\/p>\n

I got to a point where I could see north across several outlying canyons and ridges to where lightning had struck high up a distant slope, igniting a small wildfire that raised a narrow stream of smoke.<\/p>\n

Finally I reached the little peak at the western end of the plateau and began my grateful descent into the first canyon. Despite the storm, the air was saturated with humidity, and I was still soaked and dripping with sweat.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_6816\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Big <\/a>
Big hail, and splint I wear for trigger thumb <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6821\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6822\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_6825\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6831\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Spotting <\/a>
Spotting the smoke of a wildfire just started by lightning <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6834\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6835Pano\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Is <\/a>
Is that snow I see in the distance? In July? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6839\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I'm <\/a>
I’m just now waking up to the fact that the mountains south of where I usually hike are much rockier and more rugged – but there are no trails in that part of the wilderness <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6841\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6842\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rain <\/a>
Rain on the plain <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The big mesa in the west <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6851\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Last <\/a>
Last month’s fire actually burned all the way around Seventyfour Mountain <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6853\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Steep <\/a>
Steep switchbacks down into the first canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The downside of this spectacular trail is how steep and rocky it is, and the final stretch, more than a mile of traverse up out of the first canyon, is like adding insult to injury. Slowed by the heat, I’d spent over nine hours on the trail to cover less than 14 miles, but fortunately there was a bottle of ice-cold water waiting for me in the truck.<\/p>\n

\"Sky <\/a>
Sky clearing above the first canyon at the end of day <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back from the mesa over the country I hiked <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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