{"id":19067,"date":"2023-02-13T08:22:47","date_gmt":"2023-02-13T15:22:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=19067"},"modified":"2023-02-13T08:42:45","modified_gmt":"2023-02-13T15:42:45","slug":"boggy-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=19067","title":{"rendered":"Boggy Day in Horse Country"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

There was a hike on my list that I’d been avoiding, up in the heart of the wilderness, where elevations are moderate and snow wouldn’t be as deep. It didn’t seem to cross any major creeks. But it started from a famous corral, so I assumed it would see a lot of equestrian use. The day was forecast to be warmer, so I could expect mud, churned up by the horses. And worst of all, it seemed to be in the zone of the dreaded volcanic cobbles, which make walking extra hard.<\/p>\n

I didn’t expect to find anything spectacular along the way. And yet another disadvantage is the drive \u2013 an hour and a half on a really scary mountain road, half of which has no centerline, so people tend to drive in the middle, even around blind curves. But I got an early start, and only encountered a couple other vehicles in 45 miles.<\/p>\n

The corral is just downstream from the famous cliff dwellings, ground zero for tourism. There was a late-model city SUV at the trailhead, and a young guy was studying the info kiosk. I wished him a good morning but he ignored me \u2013 typical city behavior. By the time I set out, he was a couple hundred yards up the trail.<\/p>\n

The trails in the heart of the wilderness either follow the forks of the river, or climb ridges. This was a ridge trail, recently cleared, which I hoped to follow to an 8,133′ peak, eight miles away.<\/p>\n

It was freezing when I set out. I was catching up with the young guy within the first half mile, but that’s when I stop to stretch and tighten my boots, so I didn’t actually pass him until ten minutes later. He was already descending \u2013 it looked like he’d just been trying to find a cell phone signal. This time he managed to return my greeting.<\/p>\n

The first half of the trail was in really good shape, and dry enough to avoid mud, so I made really good time. I’d expected this to be a popular trail, and the dirt showed a mixture of boot and horseshoe prints.<\/p>\n

\"Beginning <\/a>
Beginning to climb the ridge, with peaks in distance at left <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Old <\/a>
Old burn scar <\/div> <\/div>
\"Long, <\/a>
Long, gradual climb <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Jay\" <\/a>
Jay <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I think one of those peaks is the one I’m headed for <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Continuing up the ridge past the first fork, the trail rises from the open pinyon-juniper-oak woodland into the ponderosa pine zone, then descends 300 feet into the canyon of a creek. I’d overlooked this on the map, and was surprised to find one of the biggest creeks in the range, in full snowmelt flood. It took me fifteen minutes to find a place downstream where I could cross on a log and a series of big rocks.<\/p>\n

\"Finally <\/a>
Finally in the ponderosa zone <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Descending <\/a>
Descending from the ridge <\/div> <\/div>
\"Flooded <\/a>
Flooded creek crossing <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Finally <\/a>
Finally found a place to cross <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My sticks <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Past the creek, the day’s hike began to fall apart. I’d reached the zone of volcanic cobbles \u2013 a geological discontinuity \u2013 and from here on, it was rocks and mud churned by horses’ hooves.<\/p>\n

It was a long, steep climb up another ridge. The equestrians had almost completely chewed up the trail, but I occasionally spotted a bootprint or two the horses hadn’t stepped on. It appeared that a man and a woman, probably backpackers, had toiled up the mud of this trail within the past month.<\/p>\n

Fortunately no patches of snow yet, and the dirt was mostly still frozen, but the hike had gotten much slower. It was warm in the sun, so I took off my sweater, but wind was rising out of the west, and banks of clouds soon drifted over, so I had to pull the sweater back on, only to overheat fifteen minutes later. Eventually the trail dropped into the canyon of yet another stream \u2013 I hadn’t anticipated this either \u2013 but this one was smaller and easier to cross.<\/p>\n

\"Much <\/a>
Much more challenging trail, in the zone of volcanic cobbles <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Churned <\/a>
Churned by hooves <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Terrible <\/a>
Terrible footing <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Long <\/a>
Long steep climb <\/div> <\/div>
\"Ridge <\/a>
Ridge leveling out <\/div> <\/div>
\"Lenticular <\/a>
Lenticular cloud on right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More cobbles <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Descending <\/a>
Descending to second creek <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

It was sweater weather again in that narrow, shaded canyon. And on the other side, a very steep north slope, the snow began \u2013 and under it, ice from successive melting and freezing, which made the climb really hazardous. I’d been assuming I wouldn’t hit serious snow until the final ascent of the peak, but when I reached the gentle slope atop the ridge, it turned out to be just high enough to hold some big, deep patches. And the snow was melting into the trail, which had already been churned up by the equestrians, so it was now a rock-filled bog.<\/p>\n

I had to go off trail to avoid the mud, but off the trail, I was lurching and stumbling on the volcanic cobbles, many of which were hidden under tussocks of dried grass. There was enough forest around me that I had no view out and couldn’t see the peak I was aiming for, so I had no idea how much farther it was. This was turning into a truly miserable hike, and eventually I gave up.<\/p>\n

Surprisingly, the backpackers’ tracks continued. I didn’t envy them a bit \u2013 where they’d walked in the trail, their boots had sunk in the mud several inches. They couldn’t have been having much fun, but as I’ve remarked before, despite its exalted reputation, this wilderness can be a truly nasty place for humans, and is getting worse due to wildfires and climate change.<\/p>\n

\"Steep <\/a>
Steep climb made tricky by ice <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bobcat <\/a>
Bobcat track <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Boggy <\/a>
Boggy trail on ridgetop, chewed up by equestrians <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Backpacker's <\/a>
Backpacker’s bootprint in mud – probably woman <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
<\/a>
Off the trail, volcanic cobbles, often hidden under grass <\/div> <\/div>
\"Brushy, <\/a>
Brushy, at bottom, was my intended destination <\/div> <\/div>
\"Old <\/a>
Old topo map shows it’s actually a series of peaks <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I still had plenty of time, so on my return, I could pay more attention to my footing on the rough, pitted, boggy ground. It’s a miracle I haven’t sprained an ankle on this kind of surface. I swore never to take this trail again, even in the dry season.<\/p>\n

It’s ironic and maddening, because the Forest Service has accepted that equestrians are the only group able to do regular trail maintenance at this point. The horse people see it as good PR, and they’re apparently encouraging increased horse traffic, which in muddy conditions renders trails almost useless for hikers. It’s a whole new regime, and I just need to plan around it.<\/p>\n

\"Elk <\/a>
Elk scat <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Zoomed <\/a>
Zoomed in on the eastern range <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back at multiple peaks of Brushy Mountain – highest is actually at right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

It was a huge relief to finally cross the first creek and reach the easy first half of the trail. And when I got within 2 miles of the trailhead, I began to see more recent footprints \u2013 several people had gone a short distance up the trail while I was struggling up that distant boggy ridge.<\/p>\n

In the end, I’d hiked 12.6 miles and climbed 2,300′ \u2013 the most I’d managed in the past month, but way below my long-term average. And on the drive home, I encountered vehicle after vehicle speeding on the mountain road, threatening to force me off the pavement as they barreled recklessly around blind curves \u2013 including a guy in a huge pickup towing a big trailer, two feet over my side of the centerline, heading straight at me.<\/p>\n

The heart of the wilderness is where all the tourists go, and as far as I’m concerned they can keep it.<\/p>\n

\"Descending <\/a>
Descending ridge, looking east <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Cliff <\/a>
Cliff dwellings in distance, just above center <\/div> <\/div>
\"Zoomed <\/a>
Zoomed in on cliff dwellings <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Windy <\/a>
Windy day, beautiful clouds <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View north over wilderness <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Typical <\/a>
Typical volcanic conglomerate cliffs in side canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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