{"id":17947,"date":"2019-06-22T10:32:48","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:32:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=17947"},"modified":"2022-10-20T10:41:40","modified_gmt":"2022-10-20T16:41:40","slug":"summer-solstice-2019-part-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=17947","title":{"rendered":"Summer Solstice 2019, Part 2"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Previous: Part 1<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

Hard Lessons in the Interior<\/h1>\n

The next agenda item on my trip was to penetrate the interior of the mountains, a vast area with no paved roads and some of the worst devastation from the 2011 wildfire. It’s the watershed of the Black River, which is apparently famous among trout fishermen, and I knew that in the middle of it was an unlikely bridge over the river, by which I hoped to reach my next destination, a remote alpine lodge at the south end of the mountains. Along the way I’d get a feel for the landscape and the condition of the forest.<\/p>\n

I’d spent a couple of nights in a resort village tucked away on the north side of the range, and I was relieved to be getting away, because hundreds of motorcyclists were converging on the village for the weekend, in convoys of a dozen or more that thundered through the alpine forest, dominating the sensory environment for miles around.<\/p>\n

It was a long, slow drive on a rough road, winding along ridges, down into shallow, well-watered canyons, and finally to the rim of the canyon of the Black River itself, which is about 800 feet deep here. Ever since I spotted this place on a map, I figured it must be one of the most remote locations in the state. You do encounter little traffic on these back roads, but whenever you pass a turnoff, you can generally expect to see a group of big RVs and\/or horse trailers parked back in the woods. Along the river beside the bridge were several parked vehicles, presumably for fishermen.<\/p>\n

Across the river, the road rises steeply, and continues rising, higher and higher and higher, surmounting ridge after ridge until you can hardly believe there could be more. This is the edge of the Bear Wallow Wilderness, where the fire originally started. The climb from the Black River to this high country is 2,500′.<\/p>\n

Near the top, I decided to take a side trip in search of a short hike. The side road I chose wasn’t bad compared to our desert roads, but my little vehicle has such a stiff suspension I felt like I was riding in a jackhammer \u2013 even the smallest rock in the road launched me into the air with calamitous thuds and rattles. I doggedly followed the road to its end, Gobbler Point, where there was a trailhead that was completely blocked by a couple of big trucks with horse trailers. And on the way back, I leaned over in my seat to reach for my camera, and instantly felt like I was being sliced in half at the waist. My dreaded back condition had been triggered, I’d be crippled for who knows how long, and my vacation was essentially ruined.<\/p>\n

I carry pain meds for just this kind of situation. Fortunately my vehicle has seats with good lumbar support, and I was able to drive to a pulloff where I took a couple of pills and very carefully laid down on the pine needles to do my spinal twist stretch. It didn’t help much, so I got a beer out of the cooler and had some lunch, trying not to think of what lay ahead of me. The lodge I’d made reservations at is truly in the middle of nowhere, with no services to speak of, and no cell phone reception. I’d be pretty much on my own for the next couple of days, while dealing with paralyzing levels of pain.<\/p>\n

The road seemed even longer on the way out. When I finally made it to the lodge, I was dismayed to find a big biker rally in progress. The entire front of the lodge was teeming with bikers guzzling beer and scarfing down barbecue. I was pale, my entire body tense with pain, when I carefully stepped out of my vehicle and edged through the mass of bikers and up the steps, walking like I was balancing a crate of eggs on my head. Taking my time and pretending to be normal, I checked in and somehow managed to carry my stuff up the inside stairs to my room on the second floor. It turned out to be tiny, with no space to lay out my stuff, most of the room hogged by the small iron bed. And of course there was no seating with adequate lumbar support, so it was either stand up, or carefully lie down on the over-soft mattress. I realized that sleeping on the soft mattress in my previous lodging had actually triggered the episode of back pain. It had been six months since my last episode, and I’d gotten careless, spending a lot of time lying on my back, which I knew I shouldn’t have done. I truly am vulnerable!<\/p>\n

My back was even worse now, so I took another pill and crawled stiffly into bed. It was early afternoon, and I was hoping to feel good enough in a few hours to go downstairs for dinner. But the meds hardly helped. The entire lodge complex seemed to be operated by a single person, a small but rugged-looking woman about my age, and I realized that if I was going to eat anything, it would have to be with her help. But there were no phones in the room, so I’d have to get myself downstairs somehow to talk to her.<\/p>\n

It took a while. Even the slightest wrong move could literally bring me to my knees on the floor, and that happened several times. I had to walk like I was on eggshells, but holding myself together also had a tendency to trigger an excruciating spasm. Eventually, pale and distracted, I found myself in the dining room, where three tables were already occupied. I fumblingly tried to explain the situation to my host, and she said she used to have back trouble herself and would be happy to bring something to my room.<\/p>\n

But of course, there was no place to eat in my room. I found a card table and a folding chair on the landing at the top of the stairs, and rediscovered that folding chairs have great lumbar support, so that’s where I ate, with the host lady marching up to check on me every five minutes or so.<\/p>\n

Back in my room for the night, I spent hours trying to find a position that minimized the pain and allowed me to sleep, but eventually I did.<\/p>\n

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The beginning of a convoy of 20 or more bikers, adding to the hundreds already in the village. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Driving across the high volcanic plateau, I glimpsed large snowfields atop Mt. Baldy, the high point of the range. <\/div> <\/div>
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Devastation near the heart of the wildfire, even after eight years. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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A view across the interior of the range, to the high mountain wall in the south and the Mogollon Rim <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Back there somewhere is the canyon of the Black River <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Looking across the Black River canyon – you can actually glimpse the river down there just left of center. I guess they call it that because it looks so dark from above. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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The Black River. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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I decided to take a little side trip, hoping for a short hike, to a place called Gobbler Point. I soon learned the source of the name – half a dozen wild turkeys! <\/div> <\/div>
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Above 8,000′, ferns are often the first to colonize a burn scar. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Dusty! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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The view from my room in the lodge. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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The lodge during the 2011 wildfire. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

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