{"id":16175,"date":"2022-03-28T10:24:20","date_gmt":"2022-03-28T16:24:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=16175"},"modified":"2022-03-29T08:41:56","modified_gmt":"2022-03-29T14:41:56","slug":"too-clear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=16175","title":{"rendered":"A Walk in the Park"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Nothing exciting or spectacular to report this week. Sunday’s hike was a personal milestone in that I was finally able to return to the highest-elevation trail in my regional circuit. It crosses a 10,000′ peak, traversing a densely forested north slope that retains deep snow late in the season. Our unusually cold winter finally broke during the past couple of weeks, so I guessed that I could now handle whatever snow remained up there with my normal 3-season boots.<\/p>\n

Over the years, as I increased my capacity for longer hikes, I’d encountered a catastrophic blowdown on the far side of the peak which obliterated the crest trail. Becoming accustomed to bushwhacking and routefinding, I’d fought my way through that blowdown, and through a half mile of wildfire deadfall beyond it, eventually reaching a saddle marking the crest trail’s junction with feeder trails coming up major side canyons. Out and back, that hike amounted to almost 20 miles round-trip on the crest trail, which felt like quite an accomplishment. Not only did it include climbing over, under, and around the blowdown and deadfall. I also believed I had that part of the trail to myself \u2013 I never saw evidence of other hikers making the effort I was making.<\/p>\n

The trail starts at an 8,200′ pass and traverses alternately across east-and-west-facing slopes, climbing steadily through exposed burn scar high in the sky, with long views across the southern landscape, until it reaches intact stands of pine and fir at the top of the peak. It crosses the peak through beautiful alpine meadows and groves of old-growth conifers, passing near a famous fire lookout which is the destination for most hikers.<\/p>\n

The temperature in town was forecast to reach the high 70s, and I found it warm enough at the pass to take off my sweater. The sky was mostly clear with a few wispy clouds. It can be windy up there on the ridgeline, but was fairly calm during the climb.<\/p>\n

Shortly after entering the forest on the flanks of the peak, I saw another hiker coming down the trail toward me. This stretch of the trail to the fire lookout is the most popular trail in our region, because it’s the highest elevation \u2013 hence coolest \u2013 hike accessible to the nearest low-lying cities \u2013 Las Cruces and El Paso. So I always expect company here. We stopped and had a lengthy talk. In his late 20s or early 30s, tall and slender, he was from California and completely unfamiliar with local culture and habitats. He couldn’t get over how much brush and deadfall he found in our burn scars \u2013 he’s apparently accustomed to easy, groomed trails in stable climax habitat.<\/p>\n

He’d come prepared for backpacking and spent the night on the peak, returning in frustration after failing to find water up there. He shook a floppy, empty water bottle at me and said his filter had become clogged with melting snow. But he was impressed with our “real wilderness” \u2013 as opposed to what he was used to farther west \u2013 and wanted to return for a longer stay.<\/p>\n

Leaving the popular trail behind on the far side of the peak, I was prepared for my hike to begin at the big blowdown, which no longer seemed like an obstacle for me. Imagine my surprise when I reached the saddle and saw an opening had been cut through those giant ponderosa logs!<\/p>\n

\"First <\/a>
First view east from the crest trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View northeast <\/div> <\/div>
\"Traversing <\/a>
Traversing remaining patches of snow on the north side of the peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Lots <\/a>
Lots of logs on the peak trail since it was last cleared <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Fire-killed <\/a>
Fire-killed aspens on the back side of the peak are continually falling <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Surprised <\/a>
Surprised to find a path cut through the big blowdown <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

A trail crew had arrived some time after my last visit, toward the end of our monsoon in early September. My first reaction was actually disappointment, and my disappointment grew as I discovered they’d logged and brushed almost all of the trail from the saddle to the distant junction. What had become a fun obstacle course was now like a wilderness superhighway.<\/p>\n

Wildlife was sparse on the ground and in the air. It was too early for migrating birds, and I saw no deer or elk. With the trail clear, I had no trouble reaching the junction saddle in good time, so I stretched out on the ground. The temperature was still mild, but the sky was being covered by a thin cloud layer, and wind was picking up.<\/p>\n

\"I <\/a>
I used to have to bushwhack around this stretch of trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Amazing <\/a>
Amazing \u2013 this used to be an obstacle course <\/div> <\/div>
\"Strangely, <\/a>
Strangely, the trail crew left this short stretch uncleared <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"This <\/a>
This is apparently called a Desert Orangetip <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6043\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"This <\/a>
This little guy’s wings were blue on top, but I couldn’t get a picture of them open <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More surprisingly cleared trail <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6052\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6056\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6058\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6061\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Junction <\/a>
Junction saddle under gathering clouds <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I rarely even sit down on a day hike <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Climbing from the saddle exposed me to a fierce wind out of the southwest, and I had to snug the chin strap of my shade hat. Wind and cloud cover dropped the air temperature but the gradual climb back to the peak kept me warm. Still, the higher I climbed, the stronger the wind became.<\/p>\n

Nearing the peak, my acculated elevation gain for the day exceeded 4,000′, and I could definitely feel it. Remaining patches of snow were unstable enough to throw me off balance several times, so I had to focus on staying calm and composed. Then, descending out of intact forest on the other side, the wind reached gale force, nearly blew me down, and tore my hat off despite the chin strap. I was able to chase it down and had to carry it for much of the remaining descent. It was now cold enough to require the sweater.<\/p>\n

About halfway down, I spotted the smoke of a wildfire, 20 miles west and a few miles north of the highway I’d be driving home. Then I came upon a mysterious piece of blue synthetic fabric about two feet long, labeled “Mission Enduracool.” It had obviously been dropped by the young hiker from California. I stuffed it in an empty pocket. At home I learned it’s some sort of high-tech “cooling towel”, apparently used by athletes. After decades of running, hiking, and backpacking in the Mojave Desert, I’ve never heard of such a thing. Wonders will never cease, and it remains a mystery why someone would need it at high elevation in late winter.<\/p>\n

Then, only a few hundred yards before the trailhead, I came upon that floppy water bottle. Yeah, I know, I’m prone to losing things on hikes, but I generally make the effort to go back and retrieve them. This California hiker was shedding gear right and left, and he didn’t have the wind for an excuse \u2013 it started long after he would’ve returned to his vehicle.<\/p>\n

All in all, it was a hike on thoroughly familiar ground that offered nothing new, but still felt like an accomplishment \u2013 after a long winter, the high ground was again accessible, and from now until next winter I’d have a lot more choices in my hiking routine.<\/p>\n

\"Hazy <\/a>
Hazy in the west <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_6081Pano\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"This <\/a>
This distinctive riparian shrub is native to one of my favorite canyons over in Arizona \u2013 I only found this one example here \u2013 and I’m still trying to identify it <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Wildfire <\/a>
Wildfire near my highway home <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Highest <\/a>
Highest peak in the range, about a hundred feet higher than mine and ten miles to the north. This shows how devastating the 2013 wildfire was \u2013 all those slopes were dark green with conifers before the fire. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\""Cooling <\/a>
“Cooling towel” dropped by California hiker <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View east in early evening <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Water <\/a>
Water bottle dropped by California hiker <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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