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The medical scare and trip to Tucson had screwed up this week’s schedule. I probably should’ve skipped my Sunday hike, but it felt like the only thing I could salvage to feel good about the week.<\/p>\n

But I got up late, so I would have to find a shorter trail close to town. The one I picked is almost 12 miles out-and-back, starting from a long dirt road and descending over 2,000 feet into the canyon of one of our biggest creeks, just before the mouth where it joins the river. I prefer to start out climbing and finish by descending, but I figured it was “only 2,000 feet” \u2013 I’m used to twice that in my Sunday hikes.<\/p>\n

The dirt road begins 18 miles north of town, about a 40 minute drive on the highway. I’d never explored it before, and was mildly surprised to find it pretty damn rugged, with a lot of exposed bedrock and steep, winding grades, so that it took me another 40 minutes to go another 7 miles. The long 8,600 foot high ridge that I’ve hiked many times loomed above on my left \u2013 this road skirts its steep north slope \u2013 and I got a new view of the burn scars from the 2020 wildfire.<\/p>\n

Rounding a rocky bend into a side gully, I surprised a small hawk which had just caught a squirrel. Struggling to take off with its heavy prey, it literally dragged the squirrel through the dirt until it reached the dropoff on the other side and could soar across the gully into the lower forest.<\/p>\n

I didn’t meet any humans on the road, but there was a pickup with extended ramp, and a detached flatbed trailer, parked at the trailhead. There was also a corral and lots of cowshit, all more than a week old.<\/p>\n

\"Paved <\/a>
Paved road on right, dirt road lower center, my route in blue, other trails in red <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View of southern ridge, and recovering burn scar, from dirt road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trailhead\" <\/a>
Trailhead <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The trail starts in ponderosa forest, down a shallow canyon next to a barbed-wire fence. I saw only one human footprint, going down; the other recent visitors had been on horseback, weeks or months ago.<\/p>\n

The fence soon veered off, and although the creek was dry, lush vegetation and rocky bluffs made the canyon pretty. I hadn’t studied the map in detail and was surprised when, after a mile and a half, the trail began climbing away on the west slope. And I was really disappointed to meet my nemesis, the dreaded volcanic cobbles. My feet were not looking forward to this.<\/p>\n

\"Definitely <\/a>
Definitely not wilderness <\/div> <\/div>
\"Hoping <\/a>
Hoping not to have that fence all the way <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Cool <\/a>
Cool rocks <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Fairly <\/a>
Fairly lush canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Albert's <\/a>
Albert’s squirrel <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8127\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bigtooth <\/a>
Bigtooth maple <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I think this is a Pacific willow, Salix lasiandra <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Box <\/a>
Box elder <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Leaving <\/a>
Leaving the canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Oh <\/a>
Oh no – volcanic cobbles <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

All I could think of, picking my way carefully over those rocks, was that I was adding to the elevation I’d have to regain on the way back. But as usual, I kept going, and was finally surprised to reach a dirt forest road that didn’t show up on my map. The trail apparently continued on the road.<\/p>\n

And the road ran, fairly level, for a mile and a quarter, out a finger of ridge in a stark corridor that had been logged, partly as a firebreak and partly by woodcutters. Near the end, I heard chopping, and encountered a guy swinging an axe, splitting logs that had been cut into short sections by the Feds. “Free wood!” he enthused. His truck was nowhere to be seen so I assumed he was expecting a ride later.<\/p>\n

On the positive side, I got occasional glimpses of the big canyons ahead. And finally the road ended at the wilderness boundary, and I faced the descent.<\/p>\n

\"The <\/a>
The unexpected road: firebreak or woodcutting corridor? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Glimpsing <\/a>
Glimpsing canyon country from the road <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8160\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The descent begins <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The trail into the big canyon started steep and even rockier than before. I immediately realized I should give up and turn back. But then I saw somebody coming up, in bright colors. It was a young through-hiker, finishing the national trail in reverse.<\/p>\n

I’d read somewhere, recently, that the latest fad in the through-hiking subculture is to compete for the most outlandish outfit, but this was the first time I’d seen it in person. Forget the sleek, expensive space-age creations from REI \u2013 this kid could’ve just stepped out of a flea-market circus, his broad floppy hat ringed with big rainbow-colored fake flowers, and below that a garish striped shirt and mismatched paisley pants. Imagine tramping alone through thousands of miles of federal wilderness and national forest, camping along remote streams and rivers, just waiting for that moment when you can impress another young hiker \u2013 hopefully the opposite sex \u2013 with your bizarre costume!<\/p>\n

I asked how far he’d come today, and he said about twelve miles \u2013 and he’d hated to leave the river, with little or no water between here and town. I realized the mountain biker I’d met cutting logs on the real<\/em> national trail, earlier this year, had been right. No through hiker uses the official trail anymore, when they can follow the river instead.<\/p>\n

We talked awhile, but if I was going to do this I needed to get going. He said “Enjoy the views!” which I did find encouraging. I wondered how much water he was carrying, and how far he would get tonight. We were 17 miles from the highway, on the other side of the high ridge, with another 12 miles from there to town.<\/p>\n

The views did get better, but the upper part of the trail was a nightmare of rocks. My masochistic side took over \u2013 I’d come this far, I had to get somewhere nice before turning back. Down and down I went into the big canyon, and much of the trail was exposed, on a still day with solar heating.<\/p>\n

\"My <\/a>
My god, what have I done to deserve this? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Just <\/a>
Just gets worse <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Across <\/a>
Across the big canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"And <\/a>
And downstream – all wilderness <\/div> <\/div>
\"A <\/a>
A switchback <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View upcanyon – I traversed that far slope last year <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View downstream from lower trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"First <\/a>
First view of the river bottom canopy <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I knew exactly where I was headed, because I’d hiked to the mouth of this canyon last year, along the opposite slope. That had been a much more spectacular hike because the opposite slope mostly consists of grassy meadows tended prehistorically by Native Americans, yielding views both long and deep, into the narrow, sycamore-lined canyon.<\/p>\n

Still, it’s always exciting to hike deep into backcountry and encounter a site you’ve reached before, on an equally long trek through completely different terrain.<\/p>\n

This is the driest time I’ve ever experienced in this region, and the creek was much lower, but still running. I was already in a lot of pain from the descent \u2013 I tried sitting on a log for a while, but knew I needed to get going. When planning the day, I’d ignored how much longer it would take to ascend than to descend. I would probably end the hike in the dark, starving and barely able to walk.<\/p>\n

\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching the big creek <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking upstream through sycamores and pines <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bluffs <\/a>
Bluffs above <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

On the ascent, I discovered that walking too fast on the descent had given me shin splints and a sore knee. But I had to keep going, and I knew the hardest part was waiting near the top. I just shut down my mind and kept trudging, slipping and stubbing and stumbling among the rocks.<\/p>\n

I made it up, and the hot sun was getting mercifully low as I paced out that interminable woodcutter road. The outlandish through-hiker’s footprints disappeared \u2013 he’d apparently bummed a ride with the woodcutter!<\/p>\n

\"Little <\/a>
Little tarantula climbing ahead of me <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Brutal <\/a>
Brutal trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"After <\/a>
After walking the road, a view of high ridge from top of trail into side canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The trail down into the side canyon was even harder than I’d remembered, and the sun was setting by the time I reached the bottom. My entire lower body was on fire, but I knew the climb up this canyon to the trailhead would be easier. Dusk was beginning when I reached the vehicle \u2013 and the pickup and trailer were gone, probably belonging to the woodcutter and a partner.<\/p>\n

\"Almost <\/a>
Almost to bottom <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rock <\/a>
Rock formations in side canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I drove the 40 minutes back out the dirt road in the dusk. About halfway, I suddenly noticed a big bull elk standing on the bank just above the road, like a ghost.<\/p>\n

\"View <\/a>
View from dirt road, over country I hiked into <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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