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\"\"<\/p>\n

Midway through the past week, I’d finally succumbed to another episode of severe back pain \u2013 a continuous level 7 on the pain scale \u2013 which was then added to the chronic foot inflammation and the burning sensation in my hip \u2013 which now seems to be connected to the back thing. I was virtually immobilized for a couple days due to a perfect storm of delays in the healthcare system, then spent another couple of days operating at half capacity on meds.<\/p>\n

It takes a week or two for episodes like this to subside, so why would I even consider going for a hike only four days after onset?<\/p>\n

Why does the Pope (blank) in the woods?<\/p>\n

After all, walking is generally considered good for back pain, although not always in my experience.<\/p>\n

Early Sunday morning, the edge-of-your-seat Formula 1 season ended with a bang, with two drivers equal on points, and the young challenger passing the much older 7-time world champion on the last lap, the young driver admitting he’d had a terrible leg cramp at the time. How could I wimp out of a hike when faced with an example like that?<\/p>\n

The rational thing would’ve been to choose an easy hike close to home. But after four days of severe pain, I was hardly rational. Like a rampaging zombie, I followed a deep-seated urge to return to the area I’d been hiking for the past two weeks, and re-tackle the trail I’d previously sworn was too rocky and dangerous on my feet. But as usual, I did bring the meds, just in case.<\/p>\n

After finally getting a little rain a couple days earlier, it was several degrees below freezing at home, under a crystal clear sky.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_3844\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I can see a dusting of snow above 9,000′ in the heart of the range ahead <\/div> <\/div>
\"Big <\/a>
Big ranch in the valley of the big creek, along the way back to the trailhead <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"But <\/a>
But the creek is dry here. Those are sycamores in the background. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Map <\/a>
Map of the area I keep returning to. Today’s trail is #153, starting at bottom and continuing to creek right of center; my favorite trail is #189, cutting across the center from the left; Rain Creek Canyon and Haystack Mountain, focus of the previous two hikes, are at upper left. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Remembering how upset I’d been about the terrible footing on this trail the first time I’d hiked it, I vowed to revisit it with a positive attitude and take the dreaded volcanic cobbles in stride, slowing my pace, increasing my concentration, and allowing extra time where needed.<\/p>\n

But two miles in, after crossing the seemingly interminable rolling basin and starting up the rocky slope to the pass, I found something else to annoy me. At the trailhead, I’d read a recent log entry by the Back Country Horsemen, who proudly and excitedly proclaimed that they’d “cleared” about ten miles of trail. Of course, this trail had already been cleared recently by another volunteer group, and I’d found it in good shape in September. What I found was that the horsemen had unnecessarily mutilated beautiful and valuable wilderness habitat, cutting back or cutting down hundreds of trees and shrubs as far as 8′ off the trail, while ignoring thorny catclaw and locust seedlings that remained the only impediment to hikers.<\/p>\n

\"Those <\/a>
Those delightful volcanic cobbles <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Heading <\/a>
Heading up toward the pass, just left of center <\/div> <\/div>
\"Juniper <\/a>
Juniper unnecessarily cut back by horsemen <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Pinyon <\/a>
Pinyon pine they cut back, 8′ off the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

On a day hike, this incredibly rocky trail is a lot of work for a small payoff. But the payoff still seems to be enough to keep drawing compulsive hikers like me – and of course the lazy back country horsemen, who let their pets do all the work.<\/p>\n

Shortly after crossing over the pass into the backcountry, I came across the first pile of junk left by the horsemen \u2013 some kind of heavy, unidentifiable camping apparatus which had just been leaned against a tree beside the trail. I’ve been finding junk left in wilderness far too often lately, but this was so heavy I wasn’t excited about carrying it out. Why would they leave it in the first place?<\/p>\n

With my determination to enjoy the hike, the segment to the high pine park seemed to go quicker than before. My back pain was there, but walking did seem to keep it manageable.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, while crossing the beautiful pine park I encountered the second pile of trash left by the horsemen \u2013 six 5-gallon collapsible plastic water carriers, all punctured in various ways, probably by a bear. Had they stupidly left them there full of water, thinking to make them available for future visitors? Several times on popular trails I’ve come across water bottles left for hikers, and it always seems like a well-intentioned but naive idea \u2013 leaving plastic waste that’s sure to attract wildlife. This was the worst example I’d ever seen.<\/p>\n

\"First <\/a>
First view east from the pass, with Shelley Peak at left <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Frost <\/a>
Frost on bark in a shady stretch of trail <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The weird piece of camping gear left trailside by horsemen <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3879\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View north across a band of exposed rock, to the high peak with the fire lookout <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Another <\/a>
Another pine the horsemen chopped back, where it wasn’t even close to the trail. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Last <\/a>
Last week’s rain left a dusting of snow on north slopes above 8,000′ <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The edge of the pine park <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Plastic <\/a>
Plastic water containers left by the horsemen <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"From <\/a>
From the edge of the pine park, mushroom rock with Shelley Peak in background <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3891\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View east from the trail beyond the pine park <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

From the pine park I dropped a few hundred feet to the junction where the horsemen had descended into and crossed the big canyon northwards toward the West Fork. As before, I passed the junction, continuing straight up the ridge above the canyon, through the burn scar of last summer’s fire, to the saddle where the trail begins descending into the heart of the big canyon, deep in the wilderness.<\/p>\n

Following my unstoppable urge, I’d decided to try reaching the creek crossing down there \u2013 a fifteen-mile round trip with 3,500′ of accumulated elevation gain. Would my wrecked body endure it?<\/p>\n

\"Zoomed <\/a>
Zoomed in on Haystack Mountain, showing the steepness of the right side, which I climbed straight up carrying those elk antlers <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"A <\/a>
A view back at the pine park from the ridge above the big canyon <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View north across the West Fork and the landscape of my favorite trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"In <\/a>
In the center of the photo, the ridge I bushwhacked up on my first hike here, trying to reach Shelley Peak, at right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Dramatic <\/a>
Dramatic Lookout Mountain, with the fire lookout peak in the distance at right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking across the west flank of Lookout Mountain, I see an interesting rock formation <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"What <\/a>
What do you think, is that natural, man-made, or left by aliens? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Starting down the trail into the canyon, I entered another world. The tread was narrow and very steep in sections, but I had long, dark volcanic cliffs to admire on the opposite side. The trail passed in and out of forest, scrub, and oak thickets, veering back into deep side canyons where recent post-fire erosion had created logjams and rock berms. It traversed the slope eastward for the better part of a mile, then began dropping hundreds of feet down into the canyon on long switchbacks. This was a north slope so it was holding a lot of moisture, and not just from last week’s rain. I had my sweater back on descending this shady slope, and the moist ground was frozen solid and covered with frost.<\/p>\n

\"Descending <\/a>
Descending into the canyon, through the burn scar of last summer’s wildfire <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
<\/a>
Zoomed in on the hidden back side of Shelley Peak, trying to see if there’s a way up it <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking up the big canyon. I’m heading for the creek, way down there in the bottom somewhere. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking up into the very rugged canyon on the back side of Lookout Mountain <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3920\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Section <\/a>
Section of trail washed out by post-fire erosion <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Frost <\/a>
Frost on shaded ground <\/div> <\/div>
\"Admiring <\/a>
Admiring the mass of yellow-green lichen covering that cliff <\/div> <\/div>
\"Another <\/a>
Another washout in the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Elk <\/a>
Elk was here very recently <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I reached the creek sooner than I expected, in a lush, damp, chilly green swale. The canyon was narrow here but I could see the trail continuing east onto a broad flood plain forested with ponderosa up to a hundred feet tall.<\/p>\n

After last summer’s fire, the canyon bottom was a strange place. Lush with grass but lined with ashes and char, the floodplain, which was probably a great camping area before, was uneven from post-fire erosion and deposition, and the tall pines had been charred for dozens of feet up their trunks, some of them killed, others with surviving crowns. I was excited about reaching this place, but as usual, I’d pushed my available time and needed to rush back in order not to get lost in the dark.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_3933\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3934\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Nice <\/a>
Nice juxtaposition in the floodplain: sycamore in foreground, alder behind, and 100′ tall ponderosa <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The floodplain: humpy from post-fire deposition, lined with ash, but choked with grasses and annuals <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"All <\/a>
All these trees were charred, but some survived <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Although in the past 3 months I’ve had to cut way back on my hiking, I seem to have somehow retained my conditioning, because the 800′ climb out of that canyon back to the ridge felt really easy. I’d put a fresh metatarsal pad on the orthotic for my sensitive foot, so it seemed to be doing better \u2013 you really need to keep up maintenance for a condition like this.<\/p>\n

With little more than a week ’til the winter solstice, the sun was dropping rapidly, shadows were deepening, and I treasured what little light I could get going back along that exposed ridgeline toward the pine park.<\/p>\n

\"Most <\/a>
Most of these turn tan in the fall, but a few turn orange <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Moon <\/a>
Moon just rising in the east <\/div> <\/div>
\"Another <\/a>
Another view up rugged Lookout Canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Lookout <\/a>
Lookout Mountain panorama in the setting sun <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View west down the big canyon to the distant mesa and the mountains of Arizona <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Moon <\/a>
Moon over Shelley Peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3970\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3971Pano <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Tiny <\/a>
Tiny beautiful plant in the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3976\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_3978\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3979\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I hadn’t planned on trying to pack those big water carriers out, but when I reached them I just couldn’t stand leaving them without a try. I had a plastic bag that, with a lot of forceful crushing, accommodated three of them and barely fit inside my pack. I crushed the other three and used my nylon strap to secure them on the outside of the pack. They hardly weighed anything.<\/p>\n

After another mile and a half traversing toward the pass, I reached the weird heavy camping item. Yep, it was heavy \u2013 12 to 15 pounds. But it had a handle, and I remembered the young Formula 1 driver who won the race with a leg cramp. So I began carrying it out.<\/p>\n

The next three miles were just an ordeal, but I stuck to my determination to keep a positive attitude. There were places where stumbling or twisting on the incredibly rocky trail triggered my back and hip pain, and I ended up taking a pill, and then another an hour later, realizing it was ridiculous to suffer when I had the means to relieve it.<\/p>\n

As on the previous Sunday’s hike, it was almost completely dark when I reached the trailhead, but my eyes had adjusted well and I only used my headlamp to unload and rearrange stuff in the vehicle. I left the weird rolled-up camping device at the trailhead \u2013 it seemed to have some sort of faded, vaguely official printing on it.<\/p>\n

And since this trailhead is really remote, on roads I’m still unfamiliar with, it was a long slow drive home, but I was feeling pretty good about what I’d accomplished.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_3980\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_3981\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_3983\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The sun has set and I still have almost two miles to go <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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