{"id":17407,"date":"2022-09-12T10:12:14","date_gmt":"2022-09-12T16:12:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=17407"},"modified":"2022-09-12T10:21:41","modified_gmt":"2022-09-12T16:21:41","slug":"stalked-by-a-hawk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=17407","title":{"rendered":"Stalked by a Hawk"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Last Sunday’s hike had involved a long drive and an overnight, so today I wanted to stay closer to home. But many of my favorite crest hikes could only be reached via a canyon-bottom trail, and after our wet monsoon, canyon bottoms had turned into jungles.<\/p>\n

There was one crest hike very close to town that I hadn’t tried since my recovery, because it started with a “primitive” road up a narrow canyon with at least a dozen crossings of a perennial creek. And on my last visit, shortly after the start of the monsoon, the creek had flooded so high it couldn’t be crossed on foot.<\/p>\n

But our rains had slacked off recently, so I figured I’d give it another try.<\/p>\n

This is the longest of my day hikes \u2013 18-1\/2 miles out and back, with 4,400′ of accumulated elevation gain. The only reason I can achieve that much mileage in a day is because the trail’s in better condition than any others \u2013 most of it follows the Continental Divide Trail, which is completely restored annually, as opposed to our national forest trails, a few of which are only partially cleared at much longer intervals, with the rest completely abandoned.<\/p>\n

On the down side, with the exception of one short canyon passage, it’s the least spectacular of my hikes. You’re mostly hemmed in by forest, and when you’re not, you’re crossing burn-scarred slopes with only nearby views of featureless forested mountains. I end the hike at a “park” \u2013 a shallow bowl on the crest of a ridge with tall ponderosas around the edge and a grassy clearing in the center.<\/p>\n

The hike starts at 6,600′, following the primitive dirt road eastward up the canyon for two miles. The creek was running briskly, but my waterproof boots made all the crossings easy. Spectacular rock formations rise on both sides but are mostly hidden behind the trees, until you reach the mid-section, where the canyon narrows and the road becomes steep bedrock, with the creek pouring down it.<\/p>\n

Here, I found the road completely destroyed by erosion. Not even the ruggedest and highest-lifted Hummer or Jeep Wrangler could get up this road now \u2013 there were multiple 3-foot-high ledges and 3-foot-diameter boulders blocking the narrow passage between shear cliffs.<\/p>\n

I recalled the day a couple of years ago when I’d met a young couple from California who were hoping to view a property at the end of this road, high in the forest. The road had been barely drivable for my vehicle then, with 4wd and 9″ ground clearance, but they’d made their way up to the midsection in a Prius, finally giving up and hiking the rest of the way. I wondered who owned that property now, and what they would do with the road, if anything. It’s simply a misconceived road in the wrong place.<\/p>\n

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Rock formations in the canyon are mostly hidden behind trees <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Entering the rocky midsection <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Road covered by debris flow <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Road becomes undriveable <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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3 foot high ledge in the road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Not even the ruggedest Jeep or Hummer is getting through here <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Less than a mile up the “road” past the midpoint, you reach the hiking trailhead. From there, you wind and switchback up the densely forested side of the canyon to a long level ledge through parklike forest. That takes you to the upper part of the canyon, where the trail rejoins the creek and climbs steeply to a forested saddle where it joins the CDT.<\/p>\n

The CDT crosses eastward to another densely forested watershed, where it traverses in long switchbacks up a south-facing slope to the 9,000′ peak. Apart from short rocky sections, this is mostly a smooth forest trail on packed dirt, so I was able to make good time.<\/p>\n

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Past the midsection, the creek becomes positively idyllic <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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View south from just below the peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Northwards past the peak, the trail reaches the edge of the 2014 wildfire, dropping toward a saddle through alternating burn scar and surviving stands of mixed conifers. Here, I found very fresh bear sign, then suddenly came upon a young couple hiking up from the saddle, where the trail meets the gravel road to the nearby fire lookout.<\/p>\n

The young woman was busy leashing a medium-sized black dog, but what immediately caught my eye was the black cat wrapped around the young man’s shoulders. “Wow, you’re the first hikers I’ve ever seen with a cat!”<\/p>\n

“That’s right, ignore the dog, he’s used to it!” said the girl, laughing.<\/p>\n

We had a brief, friendly chat, while the cat on the guy’s shoulder fixed me with an intense stare. They seemed anxious for more, but I felt like I was running out of steam and wanted to keep my momentum.<\/p>\n

Shortly after leaving them I felt a shadow passing over and figured it was a vulture. Instead, I saw a large hawk just settling into an upper branch of a low snag next to the trail, to peer down at me curiously. We watched each other for a while, then I continued, finding the couple’s vehicle at the road, with a New Jersey plate.<\/p>\n

Past the saddle the trail begins traversing further east around a series of rounded slopes through moonscape burn scar which has filled in with shrubs and annuals. Here I was joined by the hawk again. Why? Normally a hawk will only pay attention to a human if it has a nest nearby, but this hawk was stalking me a quarter mile from where I’d first seen it.<\/p>\n

As usual at this time of year, the annuals on the slope were at their peak of flowering, but hard to photograph. Nearing the intact forest after another half mile of traversing, I was amazed to find the hawk again joining me, briefly. I guess it was just curiosity!<\/p>\n

The trail crosses into yet another big forested canyon, where it continues to traverse the head, just below the crest, descending gradually toward a saddle on the eastern rim. At this point I was really fading. My legs and right hip were burning and I was deeply fatigued. I’d only gone between 7 and 8 miles \u2013 how would I make the full 18-1\/2? I stopped to stretch my hip, and that helped a little, but I was still worn out. Then, nearing the saddle, I came upon recent cattle tracks. Great.<\/p>\n

But I’d come this far \u2013 I had to reach the park. Once there, having finally crossed to the north side of the long ridge, I didn’t continue to the grassy center \u2013 I collapsed on pine needles in the shade of the big ponderosas and Gambel oaks.<\/p>\n

I lay there for a long time, knowing it was getting late, but figuring the return hike would go faster since it was all downhill past the peak.<\/p>\n

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Invasive dandelions spread by horses’ hooves. Our most esteemed local botanist claimed horses were never at fault – his wife was a serious equestrian. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bear <\/a>
Bear has been here within a few hours of me. <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rotten <\/a>
Rotten log torn open by bear <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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The hawk that stalked me <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Annuals <\/a>
Annuals blooming in burn scar <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Hawk <\/a>
Hawk returns <\/div> <\/div>
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The park <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Indigenous <\/a>
Indigenous trail tree – Gambel oak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Finally I forced myself to get up, and trudged back out of the park and over the crest. On the long traverse back toward the road saddle, after another session of stretching my sore joints, I took a pain pill, and by the time I’d reached the road I was feeling good again.<\/p>\n

Surprisingly, the New Jersey van was still there. And just as I reached the top of the traverse to the peak, I glimpsed them through the trees ahead, and their dog shot forward barking hysterically and threatening me.<\/p>\n

I was making good time, so at this encounter, while the woman struggled to subdue her young dog, we talked even longer. Despite the Jersey plate, they’d been living in town for a year, cobbling together miscellaneous jobs. They hoped to see me again later.<\/p>\n

I was really feeling much better as I strode down the mountain, smiling and spreading my arms to stretch my shoulders. I hadn’t seen any recent footprints on the CDT, but when I eventually reached the creek trail I began to notice occasional mountain bike tread, and when I finally reached the upper part of the dirt road in the canyon bottom, I realized two people had ridden their mountain bikes here while I was hiking. Then at the rocky midpoint of the road I found footprints of another couple who’d walked up today. And just past the eroded, undriveable part there were off-road-vehicle tracks and horse poop, also from today. Apparently there’d been a whole crowd down here on every conceivable conveyance while I was up higher hiking. Nice to be able to get away from the riffraff!<\/p>\n

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I suddenly spot a cabin deep in the forest, much farther down the canyon <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Some <\/a>
Some kind of weird vehicle, illegal on the CDT – maybe a dirt bike <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Pleasing <\/a>
Pleasing fungus beetles and larvae consuming bark fungus <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Abert's <\/a>
Abert’s squirrel checking me out from safety of high branch <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Today's <\/a>
Today’s mountain bike tracks <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally <\/a>
Finally forced to use my head net <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Roadbuilders <\/a>
Roadbuilders tried to wall off the creek in this narrow section <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Nearing <\/a>
Nearing the end, after over 18 miles! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Route <\/a>
Route is in green – from the heavy green line at left to the very skinny one at upper right. Most trail maps don’t show the upper creek trail, so I had to piece this together from multiple maps. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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