{"id":22001,"date":"2023-10-02T14:36:12","date_gmt":"2023-10-02T20:36:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=22001"},"modified":"2025-07-14T09:53:21","modified_gmt":"2025-07-14T15:53:21","slug":"valley-at-the-end-of-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=22001","title":{"rendered":"Valley at the End of the World"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

There’s a large, mountainous area near here that I drive past regularly, on our loneliest regional highway, on long trips to other places \u2013 yet for seventeen years it’s remained a mystery.<\/p>\n

The area encompasses 1,200 square miles, all within national forests, and is so rugged that it contains virtually no level ground. I knew it has a named mountain range, but from outside, it’s impossible to distinguish that from other, better known mountains. Landforms intrigue me and it really rankled that I couldn’t figure out the topography of this region.<\/p>\n

From maps, I could see it contains a river, but the canyon or valley of that river can’t be seen from outside and would take hours to reach on dirt roads. The same maps show a network of hiking trails crisscrossing most of the area, and I’d tried two of those trails on the far east side closest to my home. One was abandoned and lined with sharp rocks, the other was abandoned and heavily used by cattle.<\/p>\n

I’d avoided exploring this area because, in addition to being overrun with cattle, I’d assumed most of it was below 8,000 feet elevation and hence less interesting than the surrounding higher mountains. But this Sunday I needed to give my problem foot a rest, and the weather was forecast to be mild, so I decided to explore the unknown land by vehicle.<\/p>\n

\"Center <\/a>
Center of valley is dot at upper right. My home lower right, nearest cities at left. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Paved <\/a>
Paved roads in black. Lowest dot is center of valley, middle dot gas, upper dot shopping <\/div> <\/div>
\"Alpine <\/a>
Alpine plateau upper left. Dirt roads black, trails dashed red. My previous hikes in blue. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The unknown land can only be reached by vehicle from the north or east, on one of four dirt roads that are rocky and require high clearance. The road nearest to home enters from the east, winding and climbing up and down through tall, parklike ponderosa forest at an average elevation of 6,500 feet. It took me a half hour to go six miles, where I reached the first milestone, a trailhead and campground. Whereas on my previous short forays on this road, I’d found every turnout occupied by a huge RV trailer, today the whole area was unoccupied.<\/p>\n

When I stepped out of the vehicle at the trailhead, the wind almost blew me over, and I had to close the windows to keep blowing dust out. We hadn’t had wind like this since last spring \u2013 the tops of the pines were thrashing and roaring like a freight train.<\/p>\n

In contrast with trails in my well-publicized local mountains, where a majority of visitors come from places like New York and California, the vast majority of the visitors listed on this trailhead log were from Arizona and New Mexico. I’d gotten a late start and ate a typical hiking lunch, sitting on a log in the shade. Apart from the wind, the temperature was perfect, and forecast to be mild all day.<\/p>\n

As I drove away, a Forest Service ranger arrived in a maintenance vehicle \u2013 the only other vehicle I met on that road all day.<\/p>\n

\"Entering <\/a>
Entering area from east <\/div> <\/div>
\"Glimpsing <\/a>
Glimpsing higher mountains through forest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Few <\/a>
Few outsiders on trailhead log <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Entrance <\/a>
Entrance to tiny wilderness area <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Avoid <\/a>
Avoid rabid foxes <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Save <\/a>
Save the wolves <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

My next destination was a cliff dwelling which is marked, surprisingly, on Google Maps, another six miles up the road. Past the forested campground, the road climbed, and climbed, and climbed, becoming rockier and rockier, emerging from the ponderosa forest onto steep slopes dotted with shrubs and junipers, with fortress-like bluffs of volcanic conglomerate looming high above. I got a panoramic view of lower ridges and canyons to the south, and I kept scanning the cliffs above, seeing many caves but no cliff dwellings. So I zoomed in and took photos, hoping to spot the cliff dwellings later, when I had a chance to blow up the photos at home. Guess I should pack field glasses in my vehicle!<\/p>\n

The road topped out on a knife-edge saddle with the most spectacular views I’ve seen from any road in this region. Above was the stone rampart, on the west was the deep canyon of the next watershed, and beyond the lower country in the southeast rose my familiar home mountains. I was forming my first mental map of this unknown land, and unexpectedly, I was impressed.<\/p>\n

\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing toward bluffs <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View south <\/div> <\/div>
\"Road <\/a>
Road traverses left below cliffs <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Cliff <\/a>
Cliff dwellings there? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Yes!\" <\/a>
Yes! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More cliff dwellings? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"No <\/a>
No – just a better view of the same one <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking south across knife-edge saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View south from end of saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking north from end of saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View east from saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
<\/a>
View west from saddle – hidden valley is behind those mountains <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Past the saddle, the road wound down into the next watershed, becoming rockier and slower. It entered more pine forest, crossed the head of the new canyon, and climbed again onto a forested plateau between mountains on the north and south. Here I crossed the state line, met one of the dirt roads coming in from the north, and reached a second trailhead. The log at this one recorded mostly visitors from Phoenix or Tucson \u2013 a five-and-a-half hour drive away. My friends tend to dismiss Phoenix as a hotbed of ecological abuse, but I’ve learned that the sprawling, water-wasting megalopolis is actually full of nature-loving outdoor enthusiasts, with fantastic landscapes like the Superstition Mountains nearby. How had they found out about this remote, poorly-publicized area far to their east?<\/p>\n

\"Rough <\/a>
Rough road down from saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"State <\/a>
State line, on plateau <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7818\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More locals at trailhead <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

At the western end of the plateau I began my descent into the remote valley of the obscure river. The road became really vertiginous, with a dropoff of hundreds of feet, until I eventually reached a precarious wide spot to pull over and study the view. This was the hidden valley I’d wondered about for years!<\/p>\n

I was surprised to spot isolated homes and ranches scattered throughout the darkly forested landscape, but I couldn’t see a floodplain \u2013 it seemed to be all steep ridges and deep canyons, and on the far side, the 9,000 foot rim of the alpine plateau I knew and loved from many previous trips. This valley had remained hidden from that high plateau.<\/p>\n

At the bottom, the road passed a very funky compound, strewn with rundown buildings and dusty vehicles, and immediately forded the shallow river. Then on the other side sprawled a big, well-tended pasture with the kind of modern, upscale ranchhouse you see throughout rural Arizona.<\/p>\n

The road wound down the valley, crossing and re-crossing the river, beneath a lush canopy bordered by sheer, dark volcanic cliffs. Homes and ranches were sparse, separated by long stretches of dense riparian forest, and the construction varied between traditional working ranches, funky weathered cabins, and what appeared to be the occasional modest vacation home. Most rural settlements in Arizona are very affluent compared to New Mexico \u2013 I hadn’t seen this kind of diversity elsewhere. The fact that the valley is populated at all was an unexpected revelation.<\/p>\n

\"Hidden <\/a>
Hidden valley, with alpine plateau on horizon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7831\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"First <\/a>
First river crossing <\/div> <\/div>
\"Upscale <\/a>
Upscale ranch <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Dark <\/a>
Dark cliffs line valley <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"River <\/a>
River backed up at road crossing <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7843\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Road <\/a>
Road sometimes climbs above river <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The river road dead-ends about fifteen miles downstream. I drove most of the way, checking out remote trailheads I’d always wondered about. Most of them seem to be used by equestrians, many of which are probably hunters living in towns a few hours away.<\/p>\n

The wind was still roaring, and when the road occasionally climbed high above the river I could see it sweeping in waves across the billowing canopy of narrowleaf cottonwoods. Cumulus clouds were forming and I was wondering if I’d have to drive that marginal dirt road in the rain later. I also wondered where these people do their shopping. After checking the map I discovered the nearest gas is over an hour away, on another of these slow, rocky, high-clearance dirt roads. The nearest small town, with shopping, is an hour and a half. And this river must flood regularly, stranding residents from each other and the outside world for days, maybe even weeks at a time in a wet year.<\/p>\n

I turned back north when the road became gnarlier, and pulled off at one of the trailheads I’d long wanted to explore. The trail started steep \u2013 bad for my foot \u2013 and was badly eroded, lined with sharp rocks, and used only by equestrians, so it was also deeply pitted. I only went about a half mile, far enough to climb several hundred feet above the river, to a saddle with partial views east and south.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7849\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7851\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_7852\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"High <\/a>
High wind blowing in waves over canopy <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7861Pano\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Decided <\/a>
Decided to try a trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Only <\/a>
Only horses on this one <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Erosion <\/a>
Erosion and nasty rocks <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View east to mountains that wall the valley in <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View south to roadless lower valley <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View west to alpine plateau <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I’d hoped to explore the upper valley, but my time was running out. I was also curious about the road that accesses the valley from the northeast, the road I’d passed up on the plateau. In fifteen miles, it climbs over the shoulder of a 9,000 foot peak and might offer more spectacular views. The extra distance meant I probably wouldn’t get home until after 7 pm.<\/p>\n

I’d passed a total of four vehicles in the valley, but there was still no one on the upper roads, despite it being a weekend. The northeast road climbed gently through parklike ponderosa forest, then steeply up a ridge. I could tell there was an amazing view south, but only found one small break in the trees. Then the road turned down again into a hidden interior valley, and finally began climbing a long, narrow canyon that I believed led towards the high peak.<\/p>\n

The habitat in this canyon was completely different \u2013 moist, and lined with a pure, dense stand of tall firs, with seedlings bordering the road. The wind was still roaring overhead, and I came to a fallen tree blocking the road. Why hadn’t I thought of this \u2013 blithely driving through forest in high wind?<\/p>\n

Only six inches in diameter, the tree turned out to be easy to swivel to the side. But then the road entered a burn scar, and I came to tree after tree I had to move off the road. When would I reach one I couldn’t move?<\/p>\n

That happened shortly afterward. A tree had fallen from a high bank so that it was wedged in place across the road. I couldn’t budge it by hand, and what if an even bigger one lay beyond? I had to turn back, and retrace my morning’s path on the slow eastern road.<\/p>\n

\"Road <\/a>
Road climbs above cliffs lining valley <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View east across pasture in floodplain <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7896\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Panorama <\/a>
Panorama southeast from ridge on northeast road, my home range on horizon <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing moist canyon lined with firs <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Tree <\/a>
Tree across road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Tree <\/a>
Tree moved by hand <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"And <\/a>
And again <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7916\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"And <\/a>
And again <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7918\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Can't <\/a>
Can’t move this one! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Just before reaching the east-west road, I encountered a 4wd flatbed truck on big tires, with two guys in the cab. I waved them down and warned them about the fallen tree, but they were only going a short ways up the road and weren’t worried. After talking to them, I remembered I had heavy duty nylon straps in the back and might’ve been able to pull the fallen tree out of the way with my vehicle. Or not \u2013 there was still the likelihood of more, and the time wasted doing road work instead of driving home.<\/p>\n

Of course, with the wind, the clouds, and the setting sun, the landscape just kept getting more beautiful. That eastern road into the valley has to be the most beautiful road in this entire region. In the words of the Governator, I’ll be back.<\/p>\n

In the end, it took me six hours to drive 71 miles on those dirt roads, for an average of 12 mph. I ended up driving a total of nine and a half hours and got home in the dark exhausted, starving, and in pain.<\/p>\n

If you wanted to escape civilization, that hidden valley might be your best option in the American Southwest. No, it’s not wilderness, and you’d have a motley collection of neighbors. But there’s plenty of water for living and gardening, wild birds and other game love riparian corridors like that, and the bad roads and flooding keep out the riffraff. And the whole area is far more spectacular than I’d ever imagined \u2013 truly a hidden gem.<\/p>\n

\"Awesome <\/a>
Awesome view, barely glimpsed through forest <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bad <\/a>
Bad stretch in road before knife-edge saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Lichen <\/a>
Lichen on exposed slopes below bluffs <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View southeast, toward home, in early evening <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My local mountains after sunset <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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