{"id":17915,"date":"2020-11-02T09:10:40","date_gmt":"2020-11-02T16:10:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=17915"},"modified":"2022-10-20T09:23:48","modified_gmt":"2022-10-20T15:23:48","slug":"autumn-leaves-part-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=17915","title":{"rendered":"Autumn Leaves, Part 5"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Previous: Part 4<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

Chopping Locust<\/h1>\n

I was due to return to the trail that takes me deeper and deeper into our legendary wilderness, but just before I left home, I remembered the vicious thorns \u2013 mainly the New Mexico locust that was filling in the burn scar in the farther reaches of the crest of the range. I decided to stop by my burned house and pick up my Dad’s machete.<\/p>\n

As far as I could tell, he’d never used it. I believe he bought it mail order, from one of his dozens of catalogs, after he moved from the Oregon coast to his hometown in southeast Ohio and became an invalid. I have no idea why he thought he needed a machete when he couldn’t even walk without a shopping cart to hold onto \u2013 my best guess is that since Fox News and Rush Limbaugh had convinced him that mobs of young black men were planning a home invasion, he wanted to cover all his bases. In case he ran out of ammo for his many guns, the machete might be his last resort.<\/p>\n

After inheriting it, I’d used it for years to trim my privet hedge, until I developed rotator cuff tears in both shoulders and had to get an electric hedge trimmer. I’d kept it sharp, and cutting those damn locusts could be both fun and rewarding. I’d just have to make sure not to chop myself in the process \u2013 a machete is a wicked tool.<\/p>\n

Once I’d hiked down into the canyon, I discovered that autumn was still going strong in the mountains. That’s the thing about mountains \u2013 the topography results in a range of elevations and habitats that are timed to go off in sequence across a period of many weeks, from low canyon bottoms to high peaks and ridges. With the plants themselves on different schedules, our fall color can extend from September to December.<\/p>\n

The last time I’d been here, it was the sumac, the oaks, the poison ivy, the aspens, and various high-elevation shrubs. The aspens had mostly dropped their leaves by now, but the maples were just peaking. The weather was mostly clear and calm, one of those chilly fall days when it’s hot in the sun and cold in the shade, but the continuous climb on treacherous footing had me sweating all day long.<\/p>\n

\"Maples <\/a>
Maples in the lower canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Canyon <\/a>
Canyon wren worried about my presence <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Curious <\/a>
Curious deer browsing opposite the steep switchbacks that lead to the crest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Halfway <\/a>
Halfway up, a view of maples in steep gullies across the watershed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

We’d had 3-4 inches of snow in town the past Tuesday, and a hike to 9,000′ on Thursday had me trudging through patches up to 6″ deep. So here, where the extensive mountain mass tended to attract more precip, I was expecting even more snow cover. But on the crest at 9,500′, there were only a few scattered patches in shaded spots behind fallen logs, and they would melt soon. Miles beyond, I could see a few actual snow fields on the north slopes of distant peaks, but they were all above 10,000′.<\/p>\n

On the back side of the crest saddle, where the trail entered the thicket of aspen and locust saplings, I pulled the machete out of my pack and began my rogue trail work in earnest. There were a lot of thorns and it was a tough job. I was determined to get just as far as I’d hiked on my last visit, climbing over dozens of logs, straining my shoulder, and ending up with a bloody hand. The extra time meant I’d have to drive home in the dark \u2013 so be it, I’d be grateful the next time, and would be able to hike faster and farther without all those locusts to slow me down.<\/p>\n

\"Hard <\/a>
Hard day’s work chopping locusts <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View north from a remote part of the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

As I returned down the canyon in early evening, the maple habitat in the lower stretch was even more glorious than it’d been in the morning. Every stop delayed my drive home, but as usual, I couldn’t help stopping repeatedly to take it in.<\/p>\n

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\"I <\/a>
I love the subtle range of colors in these mottled sumacs <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Subtle <\/a>
Subtle in some places, sumac color can also be extreme <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Getting <\/a>
Getting ready to climb out of the canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Next: Part 6<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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