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Insomnia Saturday night…only 3 or 4 hours of sleep. When my alarm went off at 6 am, I had no faith in my ability to get back to sleep, so I got up and prepared for my Sunday hike. I felt half dead, and figured I’d just go as far as I could, and stop for a nap along the trail if I ran out of steam.<\/p>\n

I’d already decided to take the trail I’d hiked most frequently and used to consider my favorite. How things have changed in only two years! When I first hiked this trail, the 10 miles to the crest and back was two miles too far. Now, 15 miles doesn’t seem far enough.<\/p>\n

Last time I’d been over here, I’d discovered a trail crew had cut a path through the many deadfall and blowdown logs that’d accumulated since the last trail work in 2019. I wondered if they’d continued up on the ridge, where the trail snakes along the crest into the heart of the range, and where I’d been exploring farther and farther over the past year, bushwhacking over deadfall and through thickets of thorny locust. If they’d cleared that part of the trail, I might be able to make it all the way to the junction saddle. That would be pretty cool.<\/p>\n

I wore my new “upland hunting” pants, in case of rain. The day started out cool, but the lining in the damn pants ensured that I immediately overheated down in the humid jungle of the canyon bottom. And the flies \u2013 gnats, really \u2013 swarmed me from the beginning, so I quickly got tired of swatting and donned my head net.<\/p>\n

Two and a half miles in, not far from where I’d encountered a rattler on my last visit, I was forcing my way through the jungle when I spotted a rattlesnake tail receding across the trail right in front of me. It disappeared under the dense vegetation on my left, rattling weakly. I started pushing through the equally dense vegetation on my right, but that triggered a second rattle. There were two snakes, one on each side!<\/p>\n

I retreated out of the thicket and found a broken limb that made a good walking staff. I returned to the snake spot and began probing ahead through the vegetation on both sides of the trail. No response. I crossed the jungly patch and passed a small tree. More rattling on my left. After peering into the vegetation below the tree, I finally spotted the snake, coiled in the shadows. Interesting. I wondered if this was the snake I’d encountered nearby, weeks earlier. And now it had a mate.<\/p>\n

I left a small stick across the trail to remind me of the location when I returned in the afternoon. And I used the staff to probe for snakes while crossing thickets up ahead.<\/p>\n

The thickets, the hot pants, the humidity, and the snake factor were all slowing me down. I had to stop regularly to rinse my sweaty head net and hat in the creek. I knew I wouldn’t get very far in these lined pants. I planned to stop at the base of the switchbacks, about 3-1\/2 miles into the hike, and take them off. Beyond that, I’d be climbing out of the canyon bottom, and the trail would be mostly clear until the crest.<\/p>\n

The pant legs are cut super wide, and zip up to the knee, so you can, with a certain amount of struggling, get them on and off while wearing boots. So I climbed the mountain in my skivvies, which felt great! Once the pants were rolled up in my pack, I realized I should never start a hike wearing them. I should simply always bring them along, and switch pants when the going gets wet.<\/p>\n

Highlights of the ascent were giant, beautiful fungi, and a Montezuma quail \u2013 my first! That quail simply refused to fly away \u2013 it kept hiding behind clumps of bunch grass only a few feet off the trail, where it kept bobbing its head up briefly to see what I was doing.<\/p>\n

Just past the spring below the peak, the steep trail through the forest was blocked by a rope hanging from a ponderosa branch, about 20 feet above. Tied to it were 3 large carabiners, and there was another long rope wrapped separately around the tree trunk. Someone had obviously been camping at the spring, and had constructed this elaborate setup to lift their food out of reach of bears. But they’d walked away without it. This was the second time this summer I’d come upon things left attached to trees in the wilderness \u2013 a bad trend of careless forest users. I pulled both ropes down, coiled them up, and stashed them in my pack to carry out.<\/p>\n

\"Never <\/a>
Never noticed these incredibly delicate flowers before <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Jungle <\/a>
Jungle in canyon bottom <\/div> <\/div>
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\"You <\/a>
You can’t see them, but there are a dozen flies clinging to that net <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Montezuma <\/a>
Montezuma quail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_1654\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"That's <\/a>
That’s the bald peak I bushwhacked up a few weeks ago, via the ridgeline that ascends from far right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The most spectacular fungus I’ve ever seen <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"IMG_1726\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I was really happy to find that the recent trail crew had cut a path through the dozens of logs blocking the trail along the crest. Despite my slow ascent, I was now determined to head for the distant saddle. I figured if the trail ahead continued to be passable, I had just enough time to reach it.<\/p>\n

But what I found was perplexing \u2013 and much harder.<\/p>\n

Past the saddle at 9,500′, a wide swath had been cleared through the thickets of aspen and locust, continuing down through the stand of fir that’d been blocked by dozens of deadfall aspen. On the other side, an eerie 8-foot-wide swath of trail had been completely cleared, like a firebreak, for a few hundred yards. Then it stopped, and the old path continued through locust thorns. My bare legs were soon bleeding from multiple scratches and I had to stop and pull my hot upland pants back on. Fortunately there was a good breeze blowing across the crest.<\/p>\n

That’s when I realized I’d left my snake staff a mile or so behind \u2013 and I noticed I’d also lost the splint I wear to keep my trigger thumb at bay. This is only one of several health problems that have accumulated since the house fire, and I haven’t had time to treat properly. It has to be special-ordered and takes up to a week to replace, but over time the fit gets loose, and I wasn’t surprised it’d fallen off. It’s just hard living without it.<\/p>\n

Descending the ridge, I discovered the trail crew had indeed cut through all the logs across the trail, but except for that short “firebreak”, they hadn’t done anything about the thorny locust overgrowing the trail and often completely blocking it.<\/p>\n

I fought my way down and across to the farthest point I’d reached in the past, and kept going past that. The locust thorns just kept getting worse, to the point where you couldn’t even see a trail ahead.<\/p>\n

Then suddenly another “firebreak” appeared \u2013 a several hundred yard clear swath, isolated in the middle of nowhere. It was welcome but didn’t make sense. Why would they clear these isolated stretches and do nothing with the rest of the trail?<\/p>\n

It was taking much longer than expected and I was running out of time. I kept misreading the landforms ahead, thinking I was almost there, and that’s what drew me forward, despite how difficult it was.<\/p>\n

Finally the trail switched to the opposite side of the ridge, and I could see what had to be the junction saddle, much farther ahead and hundreds of feet lower. I’d come too far to stop, so I kept going, through a broad burn scar choked with thorns.<\/p>\n

I came to a forested rock outcrop, behind which, but much lower, I could sense the saddle. The vague trail continued down a deeply eroded bowl, then abruptly stopped at a big blowdown which was completely overgrown. Massive trees had fallen every which way across the trail, and locust had grown up between them, forming an impassable wall. The trail crew’s work ended here, only a few hundred yards from the saddle. It was amazing to get so close and be unable to go any farther!<\/p>\n

Still, from the rock outcrop, I had a great view across the spectacular, almost inaccessible big canyon I’d fought my way into earlier this year.<\/p>\n

\"Short <\/a>
Short “firebreak” recently cut through locust thickets on the crest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Past <\/a>
Past the firebreak, thickets close over the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More than a mile farther, another “firebreak” in the middle of nowhere <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I hoped that the junction saddle lay below that little stand of conifers past the rock outcrop at far right – but that was another false hope <\/div> <\/div>
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\"The <\/a>
The head of the big canyon, and in foreground, the rock outcrop at the end of my hike <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Another <\/a>
Another giant fungus, with fungus beetle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The overgrown blowdown that completely blocked my trail, tantalizingly close to the saddle <\/div> <\/div>
\"An <\/a>
An old campsite on the rock outcrop <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View over the head of the big canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My hat is cinched down, because it’s windy up here! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I was now way behind schedule. I try to get home by 7 to warm up leftovers for dinner, but it was now looking like, despite getting an early start, I’d be 30 minutes to an hour late. I’d been wondering all day if I’d get any rain to further test the new pants, and working my way back up the ridgeline, I could see rain falling from heavy clouds a few miles to the north. An occasional crash of thunder reached me, but the storm didn’t seem to be moving my way.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_1709\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Really <\/a>
Really interesting little plant I only found in this one part of a burn scar <\/div> <\/div>
\"Views <\/a>
Views from the ridgetop <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Finally <\/a>
Finally – starting my descent <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

It took just as long to fight my way back up that ridge as it had to fight down it \u2013 exacerbated by the 1,500′ climb. Fortunately my insomnia hadn’t caught up with me \u2013 I still had plenty of energy. And even wearing those hot pants, the ridgetop breeze and sporadic cloud shadows kept me relatively cool.<\/p>\n

Finally I crossed the 9,500′ saddle and began my descent. Since walking too fast was regularly causing me pain, I paced myself. Halfway down the switchbacks I stopped at the big boulder pile to fill my water bottle. I happened to glance down, and there was my thumb splint! Out of the dozens of places where I stopped on this hike, I’d lost it here, and by accident, found it here hours later!<\/p>\n

When I reached the canyon bottom, the swarms of flies found me. I picked up another branch to probe for rattlesnakes, but when I reached the spot where they’d been in the morning, didn’t find any.<\/p>\n

It was only a few hundred yards farther that the familiar rattling started. There was a huge rattlesnake a few yards away, in rocks above the trail on my right. I photographed it and continued, but another rattling started immediately, below the trail on my left. There were two of them \u2013 they must be the same pair, on opposite sides of the trail, just as before! I’d never encountered this many rattlesnakes before \u2013 as much as I hike, I usually only see two or three a year.<\/p>\n

I wasn’t walking slow, but I was really going to be late. I realized I wouldn’t get home until after 8, and I’d be exhausted.<\/p>\n

\"Wait <\/a>
Wait – is that my lost thumb splint? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_1735\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Return <\/a>
Return of the swarms <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Return <\/a>
Return of the rattlesnake pair <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"After <\/a>
After sunset, nearing the trailhead <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The sun had just set by the time I reached the vehicle, but it was still plenty light out. I offloaded my gear into the right places and dug my iPad out of hiding so I’d have music on the hour-plus drive. Finally I got into the driver’s seat, belted up, and felt my shirt pocket for my sunglasses. They weren’t there!<\/p>\n

I checked all around the front seat and in my duffel bag. I got out and looked under the seats. Nothing. I freaked out. I’d paid $150 for those, out of desperation, on my recent trip to Indianapolis. I’d tried cheap sunglasses from the drugstore in Silver City but they hurt my ears. I’d looked at REI in Phoenix, enroute, but they only had a half dozen pairs on display, all over $200. Sunglasses are surprisingly hard to find if you don’t live in an affluent neighborhood in a huge metropolitan area.<\/p>\n

I got out of the vehicle, opened the rear door, and scanned the ground all around. Then I trudged up toward the trailhead. I knew I’d been wearing them on the hike back \u2013 maybe I’d absentmindedly dropped them near the trailhead. But I’d left the vehicle running \u2013 first I’d have to go back, turn it off, and lock up.<\/p>\n

It was on the walk back to the vehicle that I spotted my sunglasses sitting on the corner of the rear bumper, behind where the rear door hinges open. That was a place where I never would’ve set them consciously or intentionally. There was simply no reason for them to be there. I guess the insomnia was finally catching up with me \u2013 not to mention the lingering PTSD, which often makes me feel like an idiot.<\/p>\n

I was treated to a spectacular cloud show, amid occasional sparse showers, on the drive home.<\/p>\n

I got back at 8:30. I was too tired to eat, so I just swallowed a shot of protein supplement and took a quick shower. I’d hiked over 16 miles and climbed over 5,000′, but it had taken me 10-1\/2 hours.<\/p>\n

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