{"id":21589,"date":"2023-09-11T13:28:01","date_gmt":"2023-09-11T19:28:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=21589"},"modified":"2023-09-11T17:42:30","modified_gmt":"2023-09-11T23:42:30","slug":"road-in-the-sky","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=21589","title":{"rendered":"Road in the Sky"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

This weekend was forecast to feature what I hoped was the last of our seemingly endless Southwest heat wave. Ironically, Sunday, my hiking day, was forecast to reach 90 in town, while highs in the following week were predicted to drop into the 70s.<\/p>\n

I’d already done all the high-elevation hikes in our area, except one \u2013 the crest hike that requires a two-hour drive and traverses a moonscape burn scar with hundreds of logs across the trail. I was grimly determined to deal with both the drive and the logs, when at the last minute I remembered another crest route \u2013 a route I’d never considered because it’s not wilderness, and most of it consists of a road instead of a trail. At this point, even if I didn’t get much hiking in, it would be worth it just to escape the heat.<\/p>\n

This route is approached from the west side of the north-south range east of town. I’ve delayed exploring this area until the past six months, because all the hikes must be accessed via long drives up long ridges \u2013 “finger” mesas \u2013 on rocky roads. After several tries, I’d given up \u2013 none of the trails have been cleared in the wake of two mega-wildfires, one in 2013 and one in 2022, that burned almost the entire crest of the range.<\/p>\n

\"Dashed <\/a>
Dashed black line is upper road, ending at cabin; summit is upper right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approach <\/a>
Approach up long ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

At 10,020 feet elevation in the south half of this range, the second-tallest peak hosts an active fire lookout, and I’ve climbed that many times on what is probably the best-maintained trail in our area. But in the north half of the range, there’s actually a forest road that climbs to a cabin less than two miles from the 10,165 foot summit.<\/p>\n

It’s almost 18 miles from the highway at 6,200 feet to the cabin at 9,500 feet. I’d driven the lower 9 miles twice \u2013 the last mile of it is over sharp ledges of bedrock with a sheer dropoff and is very nerve-wracking. The upper 9 miles is widely reported to be one of the most brutal roads in existence, completely undriveable without high clearance and low-range 4wd. Since I was looking for more hiking and less driving, my plan was to try to drive within 7 or 8 miles of the summit, but I didn’t even know if that would be possible with my vehicle.<\/p>\n

Since the road follows the crest of the range and spends about three miles traversing a burn scar up there, I would be exposed for most of the hike. I wasn’t worried about sun, since there would likely be a breeze across the north-south crest, but we were forecast to get clouds in the afternoon, and although I hoped for rain, lightning would be a real concern.<\/p>\n

The vertiginous upper road climbs over 2,000 feet in the first six miles, and it turned out to be barely driveable in low-range with my 9 inch ground clearance, as I slowly pushed the little vehicle up a seemingly endless series of sharp bedrock ledges. Including the easy stretches, I averaged about 6 miles per hour.<\/p>\n

I did bash the undercarriage pretty good in one spot, but the payoff was the views. Approaching the crest, I was facing the highest points in the range across a wide canyon that had been burned to a moonscape. I was looking for a saddle with a surviving stand of conifers where I could park in the shade, and I finally found one, at the site of a SNOTEL \u2013 a snow telemetry site maintained by the National Weather Service.<\/p>\n

\"Start <\/a>
Start of upper road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7317\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_7318\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7320\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View of crest from road, across big canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing 2,000′ in six miles <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"SNOTEL <\/a>
SNOTEL weather station at 9,200′ <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

From the snow telemetry installation, I had about a four-mile walk on the road to the cabin, followed by about two miles on a trail I was sure was unmaintained and overgrown. But first, I was curious about the junction with the northbound crest trail, a trail I’d hiked many times from the south, and tried to reach recently from a canyon that parallels this road, below on my right.<\/p>\n

The first thing I noticed was wildflowers \u2013 they were probably peaking now at this elevation, helped by the little moisture we’d received in the past two weeks. Then I reached the trail junction. I suddenly realized that although I’d be walking a road, the road here is actually a segment of the crest trail. That made me feel better \u2013 I wasn’t choosing to walk the road, it was actually the only route available.<\/p>\n

\"Hiking <\/a>
Hiking the road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7053\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail junction, crossing crest to new watershed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Since the trail junction marks the beginning of the crest, it also marks the crossing to the eastern watershed. This is a huge watershed in which three long creeks cross a broad basin to merge into one at the bottom. The surrounding ridges and slopes are topographically diverse, ranging from cliffs and pinnacles to shallow slopes blanketed by annuals. I’d never seen any of it before so I made slow progress as I stopped to study the landscape opening out below me.<\/p>\n

Walking the crest, I hadn’t expected much elevation gain or loss, but this is where I realized it would actually be a rollercoaster. My whole day would be spent ascending and descending hundreds of feet, crossing back and forth between eastern and western watersheds, over and over, up in the sky.<\/p>\n

\"First <\/a>
First view over big eastern watershed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7073\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking north across crest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Big <\/a>
Big eastern watershed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7084\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7085\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7086\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

After about two-thirds of a mile with that eastward view, the road crossed to the other side, where I could view that badly burned canyon I’d seen on my way up. The stands of aspen and fir that had been killed in the fire created bands of black and tan on the slopes that alternated with white outcrops of volcanic conglomerate and green regrowth of locust and Gambel oak.<\/p>\n

There are always hawks along a crest, and I encountered the first of the day here.<\/p>\n

Finally I reached the cabin, and the end of the road, in a small forested basin facing east. I remembered seeing photos of this cabin on InciWeb, wrapped in foil to protect it during both of the big wildfires. Structures like this are where firefighters invest most of their effort.<\/p>\n

\"Looking <\/a>
Looking down from head of big, badly burned western canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7096\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Old <\/a>
Old car abandoned along crest and burned repeatedly in wildfires <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7098\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Crossing <\/a>
Crossing back to eastern watershed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7106\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Another <\/a>
Another view of eastern watershed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Road <\/a>
Road like a rollercoaster <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Long <\/a>
Long climbs, totally exposed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Heading <\/a>
Heading for that distant stand of forest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7117\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I would say this is a Costa’s, but far out of range? <\/div> <\/div>
\"End <\/a>
End of the road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7137Pano\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I could barely discern the trail leaving the cabin for the peak. There was no sign, but there was a vague disturbance in the annual ground cover, heading up in the direction of the ruined outhouse. When I followed that, I noticed a branch veering off into the forest. No one but animals had used this trail in the current growing season \u2013 it was almost completely overgrown and blocked repeatedly by deadfall. But it had been used heavily by firefighters last summer, so there was enough tread left under the vegetation that I could read it by going slow.<\/p>\n

Before approaching the summit, the trail climbs to a 9,800 foot peak \u2013 it’s actually hard to identify the summit from a distance because it’s surrounded by peaks that are only slightly lower. The almost invisible trail first crossed to the eastern slope, then at the top of the lower peak, crossed again into a new watershed that was tributary to the big canyon I’d seen on the drive up. I was crossing so many watersheds it was hard to keep track!<\/p>\n

Past the lower peak, the trail traversed a steep slope that had been badly eroded and colonized by thorny locust. Here, I flushed a small hawk, not much more than a foot long, probably a Cooper’s or sharp-shinned. This was the slowest part of my hike, and the hardest to follow. But again, the trail crossed watersheds, and I was facing east again on an even steeper slope, where the trail seemed to be maintained by deer and elk. I’d seen no evidence of humans on this trail, probably not since the summer 2002 wildfire.<\/p>\n

The last stretch crossed back to the west, and climbing through dense ferns, entered a young stand of aspens, fir, and spruce. A wide corridor had been cut through these, and a few small peaks rose on my right, but I had no idea if any were the actual summit, so I just kept following the open corridor.<\/p>\n

Finally I emerged from the trees, and could see another peak about a quarter mile away across a low saddle. My trail seemed to continue downwards to the east, looking more like an old road. I checked my map, but still wasn’t sure, so I started up the opposing peak, and soon found myself stopped by regrowth and deadfall with no easy way forward. Checking the map again, I became convinced I’d passed the actual summit \u2013 it was probably one of those little bumps I’d passed in the forest.<\/p>\n

\"Trail <\/a>
Trail to outhouse? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Believe <\/a>
Believe it or not, this is crest trail to peak <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7143\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7144\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7145\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7150\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail crossing lower peak <\/div> <\/div>
\"Overgrown <\/a>
Overgrown trail on west side – is that summit ahead? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"This <\/a>
This is actually my trail! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail crosses to east again <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Only <\/a>
Only recent tracks are from deer <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail maintained by game <\/div> <\/div>
\"Gotta <\/a>
Gotta push through those thorns <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"And <\/a>
And occasionally, an isolated sign this was once a well-maintained trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7174\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View west toward heart of wilderness <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Where's <\/a>
Where’s the trail? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Elk <\/a>
Elk making a path for me here <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7179\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Raining <\/a>
Raining in the west <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Very <\/a>
Very small hawk <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7186\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7187\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Slope <\/a>
Slope badly eroded after wildfire <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Entering <\/a>
Entering young forest on summit <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Spruce <\/a>
Spruce seedling under pine <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Corridor <\/a>
Corridor through the trees <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Can't <\/a>
Can’t tell if that’s the actual summit <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I returned into the corridor through the forest, and eyeballed an easy way up.\u00a0 Sure enough, I soon emerged on a little rocky bump, where a rusty can covered a jar with a record of ascents. I had no interest in that, but just below the bump, a grassy ledge offered a 360 degree view, a view I’d only dreamed about.<\/p>\n

Clouds had been forming for the past hour or so, looking like a storm in the north, with wind rising and temperature falling. Now I could see curtains of rain to the north and east. I tried to absorb these views, but was most captivated by the view of the big eastern basin. I became more and more convinced that this was the most beautiful landscape I’d ever found in this area. It was worth walking that long road, just to reach this view!<\/p>\n

\"Pretty <\/a>
Pretty sure actual summit is up there somewhere <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Popular <\/a>
Popular with elk in the past <\/div> <\/div>
\"Actual <\/a>
Actual summit <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Summit <\/a>
Summit registry <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View west from summit <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View northeast from summit <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View south from summit <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Most <\/a>
Most spectacular view in our area? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I think so right now! <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7232\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Raining <\/a>
Raining in the east <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Today's <\/a>
Today’s route, from road at bottom to summit at top <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Returning, I could see rain ahead in the west, and as I emerged from the corridor in the forest, there at 10,000 feet, I was hit by showers blown by a strong wind, and had to dig out my rain poncho.<\/p>\n

From the next couple of hours it would rain on and off, with temps in the 60s, occasionally clearing here and there. I’d definitely escaped the heat wave!<\/p>\n

\"Rain <\/a>
Rain ahead <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7249\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_7250\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View west <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7257\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_7258\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More of that magical eastern landscape <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7268\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7269\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

After leaving the cabin and rejoining the crest road through the burn scar, I came upon two hawks, soaring together and apart, hovering, diving and briefly grappling mid-air. My views of the landscape were an ever-changing pageant of monsoon weather.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7271\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Clearing <\/a>
Clearing to the south <\/div> <\/div>
\"Raining <\/a>
Raining in the east <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Raining <\/a>
Raining in the west <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Hawks <\/a>
Hawks at play <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7282\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Burned <\/a>
Burned canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

As I left the western watershed and re-entered the eastern for the final segment before the trail junction, it was great to be able to see the southern peak that I’d climbed so many times, from this angle. When descending the back side of that peak I’d been facing this road, but at nine miles it’s just too far to pick out with the naked eye.<\/p>\n

\"Many <\/a>
Many times, I’ve looked this way from that distant peak <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7293\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching trail junction, looking southwest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7299\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7303\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7304\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7305\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7306\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

It hadn’t been a long hike, nor entailed as much elevation gain as I prefer, but I couldn’t have gone much faster \u2013 the unmaintained peak trail made it challenging and slow. The drive up the road had taken two hours, and the hike, with many stops, had taken six-and-a-half. With the two hour drive back home, it turned into a ten-and-a-half hour day.<\/p>\n

And the agonizing drive down that road, where I bashed my undercarriage on rocks twice, convinced me that I shouldn’t be doing this anymore. Comparing the way my vehicle drives on rocky roads vs paved highways, I finally realized that the MacPherson struts that make it handle well on pavement, are definitely not designed for off-road use. They have little give, producing a stiff ride, which is just miserable on rocky roads, where I have to drive extra-slow.<\/p>\n

This is more pronounced when I see others driving the same roads in more capable vehicles. On this Sunday evening, I was surprised to encounter a young guy driving a pickup with camper shell up the upper part of the road, obviously intending to camp out at the cabin. We met in a rare level clearing with plenty of room to pass, but as he continued, it suddenly dawned on me that if I’d met him at most places on this road I wouldn’t have been able to back up for him without destroying my vehicle. My road clearance is so marginal I need to scope out a precise line to get over these rock ledges, which I wouldn’t be able do in reverse. In some situations I’d be obligated to back up for the other driver, and there are plenty of rednecks around here who would sooner shoot me than give way.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7309\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7310\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_7311\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7312\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Last <\/a>
Last look back at crest from road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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