{"id":14015,"date":"2021-07-19T15:24:10","date_gmt":"2021-07-19T21:24:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=14015"},"modified":"2021-07-20T17:08:06","modified_gmt":"2021-07-20T23:08:06","slug":"fright-on-bald-mountain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=14015","title":{"rendered":"Fright on Bald Mountain"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

We finally get a good monsoon, and it’s wonderful, but it just makes my already high-pressure life more complicated! Rain almost every day, heavy storms in the mountains, and while I’m only hiking twice a week, I spend the intervening days trying to get my muddy, water-logged gear \u2013 boots, pants, poncho, and hat \u2013 clean and dry. Everything ends up in good shape just in time to get filthy again.<\/p>\n

This Sunday I knew it made sense to head over to the newly opened west side of the wilderness, but as usual I was looking for unfamiliar hikes to spice up my routine. After studying the map I settled on two options, each of which had a high likelihood of failing. The first was a super-challenging peak climb that involved an undetermined amount of bushwhacking which I’d already sworn never to do again, and the second involved a canyon hike on a trail abandoned for almost a decade. The hike might fail, but at least I’d be out in nature.<\/p>\n

The forecast was for cloud cover throughout the day and rain in the evening, but I’d seen how that played out last Sunday \u2013 lightning, thunder, and hail in the afternoon. The canyon hike would be a safer choice \u2013 the peak ascent would be scarily exposed \u2013 but on the drive up the west side of the mountains I chose the climb instead. When I’d attempted it before, I’d emulated a young woman from Arizona who’d started at the nearby canyon trailhead. That route involved a nasty bushwhack up a steep, brush-clogged side drainage to an old mine. Now that I had my 4wd Sidekick back, I could drive up the old mine road and save myself a mile each of trail and bushwhacking.<\/p>\n

From the mine, it wouldn’t be a long hike as the crow flies \u2013 I figured about four miles to the peak I was aiming for. But that distance could be almost doubled by bushwhacking and circumventing obstacles, and in the process, I’d be climbing over 4,500′ \u2013 half of which I’d have to ascend in less than a mile.<\/p>\n

In retrospect, it’s clear that I was still trying to compete with that young woman. It still bugged me that someone half my age could scamper all over our wilderness without needing trails, while I found it so hard and such slow going.<\/p>\n

But my first challenge was getting up that mine road. It turned out to be the roughest road I’ve ever driven in this area \u2013 not as bad as our Mojave Desert mine roads, but reaching the limit of what my vehicle will do. I was in low-range 4wd the whole way, but hell, that’s what this vehicle was designed for, it’s about time I put it to good use.<\/p>\n

From the graded road, the mine road climbs 1,200′ up and over a series of small peaks forested with pinyon, juniper, and oak, finally entering the ponderosa zone. The track is almost entirely rock, either embedded or loose, except for some steep parts that are loose dirt. The mine entrance sits halfway up a small conical peak blanketed by pine forest, but the road continues past it, climbing to a saddle behind the peak. That’s where I was hoping to park and start my hike, but a quarter mile beyond the mine I met my nemesis \u2013 a rock outcrop across the trail that I tried to drive around, but lost traction even in low gear and couldn’t get over. There was no place to turn around, so I had to reverse a quarter mile down that narrow, heavily-eroded mountainside track all the way back to the mine. It took about 15 minutes.<\/p>\n

In addition to the risks of the hike itself, in the back of my mind was whether I’d be able to drive down this road later, after a rain. There were some steep, deeply eroded stretches that would get muddy, and the rocks themselves would get slick. But I’d just cross that bridge when I got to it \u2013 worst come to worst I’d have to spend the night in my vehicle up on the mountain.<\/p>\n

On the ledge outside the mine entrance, I got turned around, parked, and loaded up for my ambitious day.<\/p>\n

\"What <\/a>
What a few weeks of monsoon does to our Southwestern landscape <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching the mountains on the old mine road. My planned destination is the long, flat mountaintop right of center, via the more prominent conical peak in the center <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing the mine road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Mine <\/a>
Mine road getting worse <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally <\/a>
Finally stopped by that rock across the road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6913Pano\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View back over the hills the road climbs to get to the mine <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I'll <\/a>
I’ll be starting my hike by climbing up the right side of that hill <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

My destination was a 10,700′ peak at the end of a southwest-to-northeast trending ridge, the ridge itself averaging 10,000′. The little peak above the mine lay at the foot of a much lower outlying ridge, and the obvious approach was to traverse up the side of that outlying ridge to the saddle where it connected to the base of the higher ridge. That higher ridge began with a distinctive 9,800′ “bald” peak, so that would be my first goal, and likely my biggest challenge.<\/p>\n

On the drive to the mountains I’d seen a broad but shallow cloud mass hanging over the heart of the wilderness, and elsewhere only scattered clouds with lots of blue sky showing. During the approach, clouds drifted back and forth, I had alternating sun and shadow, and it wasn’t hot, but it was humid enough that I was sweating pretty good.<\/p>\n

Since I’d first attempted this climb, I’d done a lot more bushwhacking. I knew at least the first mile of this hike would be mostly through dense brush, but at this elevation \u2013 between 7,000′ and 8,000′ \u2013 it would be scrub oak and I could just push through it. So that’s what I did, aiming for patches of ponderosa forest higher up the ridge where the walking would be easier. It was much slower than hiking a trail, but it wasn’t particularly hard.<\/p>\n

Up and up I went, rounding broad slopes and cutting back into drainages, in and out of chaparral and small patches of pine forest, until I finally reached the ridge top that connected to the saddle at the base of the bald peak. This ridge top had a mix of open pine forest and dense oak scrub, so it was intermittently fast and slow. Finally I reached the saddle and gazed up at the daunting bald peak, with long talus slopes radiating downward on all sides. I’d definitely want to avoid those, but I’d also want to minimize my time in the dense chaparral in between the talus. This climb would put me literally between rock and a hard place.<\/p>\n

\"Traversing <\/a>
Traversing to the lower ridge, with bald peak in background at right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View east over the big canyon with caves that I explored a few months ago <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My destination is the squared-off mountain at right, via the bald peak in center, which I’m approaching up the ridge at left <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bushwhacking <\/a>
Bushwhacking through oak scrub <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I traversed several slopes like this in succession <\/div> <\/div>
\"Patches <\/a>
Patches of pine forest made for easier traversing <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Oak <\/a>
Oak thickets had to be pushed through <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally <\/a>
Finally I reached the top of the lower ridge and had a view into the next canyon <\/div> <\/div>
\"Ridge <\/a>
Ridge top featured patches of forest, deadfall, and thickets I had to keep pushing through <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally <\/a>
Finally I reached the base of the bald peak I had to climb next, keeping on the left to avoid talus and big thickets <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The right-hand (east) side of the peak featured nothing but steep talus and dense scrub. The left-hand, west side was more complex, divided into big rock outcrops and cliffs, smaller talus slopes, patches of brush, and patches of forest. Hanging far above me was a broad cliff that I’d want to avoid, so I planned to wind my way up on the left, between rock outcrops and patches of forest \u2013 the way I remembered the young Arizonan had gone \u2013 hoping to find a “ramp” on the back side of that cliff that would lead to the top. It would all be very steep, but I figured I could take it at my own pace. After all, I had 7-8 hours to do a hike that at best guess might be 12 miles in actual round-trip distance.<\/p>\n

After climbing the first few hundred feet I faced the first major obstacle: a cliff, and blocking my way around it, a narrow talus slope, both sides of which were lined with dense thickets of Gambel oak. I lost some time exploring routes through the oak and across the talus, but finally found a game trail that worked. The other side was much steeper, but the game trail held, eventually taking me to a little forested shoulder with an outcrop that projected dramatically over the big canyon to the north, where I’d done so many hikes in the past three years. Then, I’d always admired this peak from below and wondered if I’d ever climb it.<\/p>\n

From there, I could see rain falling over another part of the range, a few miles away to the northeast. This added some urgency to my hike. I wouldn’t want to be descending some of these slopes when they were wet.<\/p>\n

This small patch of mountainside forest opened up the next view, around the corner of the mountain, but unfortunately it was not the view I’d hoped for.<\/p>\n

At first all I could see was another big, steep thicket of Gambel oak. But as I pushed my way through that, struggling for footing on the broken rock underneath, a much more daunting obstacle appeared. The entire slope ahead of me, as far as I could see, was steep talus, with only isolated strips of trees and brush breaking it into vertical strands. Above me was the sheer cliff, so my only option was to make my way across this talus. And since I was aiming for the peak, unseen somewhere far above, at some point I’d also need to resume climbing.<\/p>\n

Real mountain climbers deal with this stuff all the time, but my experience with talus has been fairly limited, and none of it good. I always find it stressful, if not downright scary, to cross loose, sharp rock at the angle of repose, each step threatening to trigger an uncontrollable, potentially fatal rockslide. The only thing worse than traversing or climbing up a talus slope is having to climb down one, which I would definitely have to do on the way back.<\/p>\n

It only took the first nerve-wracking traverse of talus to convince me to try climbing instead. A narrow vertical strip of brush and pines divided this from the next rockfall, and I used that vegetation to stabilize my climb. A few dozen feet up I encountered a steep outcrop I could climb on all fours, and that took me to a thicket I pushed up through, eventually reaching a small cliff that I could climb on natural hand-and-footholds. And suddenly I emerged on a tiny ledge at the top of the cliff, with a view over the southern landscape and the next big canyon system below the peak on the east.<\/p>\n

\"Encountering <\/a>
Encountering big outcrops and cliffs a few hundred feet up from the saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Narrow <\/a>
Narrow talus slope I crossed on a game trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Just <\/a>
Just finished pushing through that thicket of Gambel oak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View around the west side of the mountain, with rain falling in far distance, and in foreground, more Gambel oak to push through <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Yet <\/a>
Yet more Gambel oak thickets to push through <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Storms <\/a>
Storms forming over the mountains north <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I had no idea my route would encounter these dangerous talus slopes <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More big rock outcrops, fortunately not in my way this time <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing rock outcrops hand over hand to avoid more talus <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Always <\/a>
Always more oak thickets to push through <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally <\/a>
Finally cresting a knife-edge ridge that runs down from the bald peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

That little rock ledge was part of a knife-edge ridge that seemed to climb steeply up toward the bald peak, which was still hidden from my perspective. It would be hard to follow as a route, because the knife edge was formed out of rough, irregular rock outcrops overgrown with brush, juniper, and pine. And it felt totally precarious and exposed \u2013 not a place to be stuck in a lightning storm or gale force wind. But getting here felt like a huge accomplishment! I’d managed to avoid most of the talus that had worried me below, and at this point there was nowhere to go but upward.<\/p>\n

I slowly made my way up the knife edge, winding back and forth between outcrops, oak thickets, stunted pines and junipers, and occasional deadfall logs. Working my way up a small rock exposure surrounded by dense oak, I suddenly heard a rattlesnake somewhere to my right, but couldn’t see it, so I just kept climbing. A little beyond that, I emerged from a thicket at the base of another big talus slope.<\/p>\n

This one was even scarier than the ones I’d found below, because the rocks were bigger, and there was literally nothing else above \u2013 I was nearing the top of the peak. But on the right was a dense wall of oaks, so I kept close to that as I precariously ascended the rockfall, and eventually the rounded “bald” top itself loomed ahead of me.<\/p>\n

Faint “trails” led upward through the loose rock \u2013 impossible to say if they were natural, man-made, or game trails left over eons of time. The whole dome was crisscrossed by them, so I wound my way back and forth up the dome until I finally reached its small, flat top. So small, and so bare \u2013 like a stage elevated into the sky. The only feature up there was a tiny stone ring surrounding a Forest Service benchmark.<\/p>\n

\"Knife-edge <\/a>
Knife-edge ridge, high in the sky, is perfect habitat for cacti and agaves <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking up the knife-edge ridge toward a false peak, behind which hides the real peak <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6985\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6987\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Plants <\/a>
Plants on talus <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The last, and scariest, talus slope I have to climb <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally, <\/a>
Finally, a glimpse of the (true) bald peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching the peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"On <\/a>
On top of the world! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Looking east I could see the undulating ridge leading to the 10,700′ peak I’d hoped to reach today. That peak was still two miles away and involved descents and ascents of almost another 2,000′. It’d taken me 4 hours to get this far \u2013 I figured it would take at least another couple hours to reach that higher peak. The return would be a little quicker, but with storms obviously forming all around, it would still leave me descending a wet, extremely dangerous mountainside well after dark, which was definitely out of the question.<\/p>\n

Now I felt really in awe of the girl from Arizona, and humbled by her achievement. But on the other hand, her hike had taken almost 13 hours, and she’d highlighted the slope I’d climbed to get here as the hardest part of the whole day \u2013 she’d said her heart was skipping beats and she was praying while climbing that talus.<\/p>\n

I have to admit my sense of accomplishment was still tempered by a lot of anxiety \u2013 if not outright terror \u2013 about descending those steep slopes and re-crossing that talus. It was becoming more obvious how my hiking obsession was getting out of control and exposing me to risks that were totally unnecessary and probably counterproductive. Nobody should be doing hikes like this alone, ever, regardless of age or physical condition…<\/p>\n

\"Panorama <\/a>
Panorama northeast from bald peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Panorama <\/a>
Panorama north from bald peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Panorama <\/a>
Panorama west from bald peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My planned destination, the squared-off mountain in center, is still too far, via the undulating ridge at left <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

As it turned out, the down hike wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. I had to be super careful, but I managed to survive the cliffs and the talus and reach the little forested shoulder unscathed. There, I found really fresh bear scat \u2013 it seemed I’d just missed the bear. Amazing what climbers these animals are.<\/p>\n

\"Ready <\/a>
Ready to start descending fine talus on peak, via faint natural pathways. Down there in the canyon, you can see the trail I’ve used many times to reach other parts of the wilderness. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My route off the peak and back onto the knife-edge ridge <\/div> <\/div>
\"Geology <\/a>
Geology of the peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing down the knife-edge ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Alligator <\/a>
Alligator juniper stunted by its exposure, so that it looks more like our Mojave Desert junipers <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7034\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing carefully down to the last big talus slope I have to cross <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7036\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Storms <\/a>
Storms forming in all directions <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Crossing <\/a>
Crossing the talus <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bear <\/a>
Bear was just here <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View back up the canyon system to the north <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I need to get a move on if I want to be off this mountain before it rains! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

At that point I could see rain closing in from all directions, but it didn’t hit me until I’d crossed the saddle at the foot of the peak and began following the lower ridge to the point where I could start descending toward the little mine peak. When the rain did hit, it hit hard, and I soon found myself slipping and falling down a slope of loose dirt and broken rock, getting thoroughly muddy and plastered with leaves and sticks, snagging my poncho on branches that yanked me off balance.<\/p>\n

Again I found myself in survival mode, just trying to make it back without injury. But part of my mind was also on the drive down that mine road. Could I even do it in the wet? I’d soon find out.<\/p>\n

Then I made a wee mistake. Where the ridge connects to the little peak, I saw a trail that seemed to be a shortcut down to the mine. That trail led through steep pine forest into a drainage that was obviously the drainage the mine road crosses just before you reach the mine. But I’d misjudged the topography. It wasn’t a shortcut \u2013 it was at least as far as the route I’d taken on the way up. And eventually the trail disappeared and I had to find a route down a steep slope of loose dirt between more oak scrub, in hard rain with every gully turned into a cascade.<\/p>\n

So I wasn’t a happy hiker when I reached the vehicle, filthy and soaked, yet again, from head to toe. Amazingly, the return from the peak had taken only 2-1\/2 hours \u2013 the steepness and thickets had made it much harder to climb than to descend. But that time savings was offset by the long, slow drive down the wet mine road. Although it was tricky when wet and had to be taken very carefully, the Sidekick’s deluxe all-terrain tires handled it just fine.<\/p>\n

Back on the highway, I was filled with an incredible sense of relief. How amazing just to return from something like that, alive!<\/p>\n

\"Rain <\/a>
Rain to my north <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rain <\/a>
Rain to my south <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rain <\/a>
Rain moving over the head of the canyon I’m descending <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Slipping <\/a>
Slipping and sliding down the mountain <\/div> <\/div>
\"Back <\/a>
Back at the vehicle, drenched and dirty, a scary road still to negotiate <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Mine <\/a>
Mine road traversing a ridge on the way back <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Mine <\/a>
Mine road rattling through a hollow in the hills <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back on the peak I climbed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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