{"id":22565,"date":"2023-12-04T11:09:52","date_gmt":"2023-12-04T18:09:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=22565"},"modified":"2023-12-06T14:05:47","modified_gmt":"2023-12-06T21:05:47","slug":"destroyer-of-knees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=22565","title":{"rendered":"Destroyer of Knees"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

For the past three months, foot trouble had prevented me from doing the high-elevation-gain hikes I crave. But after last Sunday’s successful test, I felt I was ready to up my game. I scanned my eight-page list of hikes but couldn’t find anything exciting within an hour of town \u2013 until it struck me that the brutal trail that’d defeated me during our summer heat wave might’ve been cleared during this fall’s season of trail work.<\/p>\n

Back then, I’d only been able to hike about three miles of the five-and-a-half miles to a high saddle and major junction. This is a fairly obscure hike I’ve been craving since I recently discovered it on the map, but it’d been a low priority for trail crews, and twelve years of post-fire erosion and regrowth had mostly blocked it and obliterated the old tread, especially in the upper part that traverses steep slopes.<\/p>\n

It took me a while to track down reports of recent trail work, but I finally learned that an additional two miles of the trail had been cleared in October. Now the only potential obstacle was runoff \u2013 we’d had two storms in the past two weeks, and the high-clearance forest road to the trailhead crosses a creek draining the biggest and highest watershed on the west side of the range. Even if I could cross it early in the morning, by late afternoon it might be a raging flood.<\/p>\n

I decided not to take the chance, but rather to turn off the highway earlier for a closer, much less interesting hike I’d done many times before and wasn’t excited about today. But on the drive up, I saw that all the smaller creeks crossed by the highway were dry. So I just kept driving, and when I got to the big creek crossing, it was bone dry \u2013 it normally flows underground at this point, and not even the highest afternoon temperatures on previous days had melted enough snow to flood it. Yay!<\/p>\n

\"View <\/a>
View from highway of snow on south slopes <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Now-dry <\/a>
Now-dry creek crossing <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The first snowfall in these mountains had been two weeks ago, during my road trip to Arizona. And the second had been during the past few days. The temperature in town was just below freezing when I left home, the sky was blue to the horizon in all directions, and as I drove north I could see the snow line on the mountains lay at about 8,000 feet.<\/p>\n

But the climb to the top of the long ridge is steep enough that I shed my storm shell, knit cap, and lined gloves on the way. And as I remembered, the climb up the ridge toward the foot of the mountains, mostly exposed through sparse scrub and open pinyon-juniper-oak woodland, is one of the steepest sustained climbs in our region. But I was motivated to see the newly cleared trail ahead. What attracted me to this trail on the map is that it doesn’t mess around \u2013 it climbs directly from the lowest to the highest elevations of this most dramatic western side of the range, crossing watersheds at the end, promising spectacular views both west and east.<\/p>\n

In the dirt of the ridgetop trail, I found the hoofprints of the equestrian trail crew, two or three bootprints, and tracks I at first thought were from cattle, but soon realized were a bull elk and one or more cows. Like I’ve found elsewhere, they’d used this man-made trail as a quick and easy path to the crest.<\/p>\n

The moment of truth came when the previously cleared ridgetop trail entered a maze of deadfall and regrowth near the foot of a steep, rocky upper slope. This is where I’d wasted the better part of an hour unsuccessfully trying to find a route last summer. And sure enough, deadfall logs had been cut, a wide swath of brush had been cleared, and a path lined with loose rock led up the mountain.<\/p>\n

\"Steep <\/a>
Steep climb to ridge top <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Continuing <\/a>
Continuing up this ridge, trail traverses to left of peak in center <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back from ridge across river valley <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Communications <\/a>
Communications towers on 7,400′ Brushy Mountain <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Meadow, <\/a>
Meadow, halfway up ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Then <\/a>
Then you climb this 400′ tall hump <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Where <\/a>
Where the grade reaches 20% <\/div> <\/div>
\"Revealing <\/a>
Revealing the midsection of the canyon below ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing above the hump you enter ponderosa zone <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Tracks <\/a>
Tracks look like cattle, but turned out to be from elk <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"This <\/a>
This is where cleared trail ended before, with rocky peak in background <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Number <\/a>
Number 1, at right, is as far as I got before <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Trail workers had cleared a winding path across a couple of steep drainages that had been filled with post-fire debris flows and dense brush, and I knew that path would be washed out again in the next heavy rain. But for now, it led me almost a half mile north across the western slope of the rocky peak above, which temporarily hid the higher peaks from sight. It wasn’t until later, looking up from below, that I discovered the canyon below the long ridge is blocked on the other side of this peak by a sheer rock wall that extends from side to side like a high dam, with only a narrow slot for the creek to drain through. This, and the rock bluffs surrounding the lower peak, is why the trail had to be routed far to the north.<\/p>\n

\"Path <\/a>
Path cleared, but rocks hard on feet and ankles <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Heading <\/a>
Heading into drainage <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8996\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8997\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Debris <\/a>
Debris flow was completely blocked by impenetrable scrub oak on my last visit <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Traverse <\/a>
Traverse cleared and tread rebuilt <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View opening across valley to west <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Traverse <\/a>
Traverse still punctuated by steep gullies that will wash out <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

But eventually, the trail took me around a corner into a drainage that would lead, via many switchbacks, back toward the crest. This drainage is in shadow all winter, so the snow from both storms still covered the trail. I’d already climbed 2,500 vertical feet and had amazing views west, across the valley of the San Francisco River, to the rim of the alpine plateau I’d visited on my Arizona trip, and even to the now-snow-covered range ninety miles to the southwest that I’d last climbed in mid-September. This is what excites me about these crest hikes, climbing through a view that encompasses a vast landscape I’ve explored on foot and gotten to know up close as well as from far away.<\/p>\n

The trail climbed steeply up this first drainage and reached a broad saddle where there had been a big blowdown \u2013 dozens of mature ponderosa pines snapped off at the base or uprooted, all toppling eastward. But the trail snaked its way through them, logs cut by the trail crew where necessary.<\/p>\n

\"Trail <\/a>
Trail turns into steep northwest drainage <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing toward rock bluffs <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9010\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Nice <\/a>
Nice place for cat to sleep <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Peaks <\/a>
Peaks on horizon are where in early October, I drove past cliff dwellings toward remote river valley <\/div> <\/div>
\"Switchbacking <\/a>
Switchbacking up drainage <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking west down drainage <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Previous <\/a>
Previous hiker’s tracks, covered by last week’s snow <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail crew worked hard here <\/div> <\/div>
\"Crossing <\/a>
Crossing head of drainage <\/div> <\/div>
\"Major <\/a>
Major blowdown in saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Past the blowdown saddle at 8,000 feet, the snow cover became continuous \u2013 at first an inch deep, then two. The trail switchbacked up into another steep, north-trending drainage, even darker than before, where snow had accumulated from four to five inches deep, and I was daunted to see the continuation of my trail towering above, cutting clearly through burn scar and talus slope. I’d forgotten to bring my storm pants and gaiters, and snow was soaking into the cuffs of my canvas pants.<\/p>\n

It was here, in the deeper snow, that I discovered one previous hiker, a bigger man, had hiked this far in the past two weeks, between snowfalls, because his tracks had been filled in by last week’s storm but were still faintly visible. But his tracks ended at the last talus slope, which I had to cross very carefully because the snow hid the deep cracks between rocks. And past that, in an eroded gully, the rebuilt tread ended.<\/p>\n

\"Bear <\/a>
Bear was here ahead of me <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9039\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"New <\/a>
New drainage to climb <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Views <\/a>
Views from switchbacks just get more vertiginous <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Stretches <\/a>
Stretches in snow so steep I had to sidestep up them <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9049\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Talus <\/a>
Talus slope <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Around <\/a>
Around every corner, more steep trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bigger <\/a>
Bigger and more difficult talus slope <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Tread <\/a>
Tread ends at gully <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

This is a situation I’ve learned from several different mountain ranges and national forests \u2013 initially, trail crews scout far ahead, flagging a route, and even doing cursory clearing of brush and cutting of smaller logs. Then during a formal work party, they return with more people and gear to clear everything and rebuild tread, but only up to a shorter distance. A hiker can continue beyond the rebuilt trail, as long as you can find the pink ribbons, which can be far apart and hard to see.<\/p>\n

Beyond that gully, the route switchbacked and traversed a sunny, snow-free slope up a shallower drainage, then, on a short stretch of surviving, snow-covered tread partly blocked by deadfall logs, ascended what appeared to be the last slope to the crest. At this point I was beside myself with anticipation of a never-before-seen view.<\/p>\n

\"See <\/a>
See the pink flag? <\/div> <\/div>
\"Pink <\/a>
Pink ribbon leads me on <\/div> <\/div>
\"Follow <\/a>
Follow the elk tracks <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Some <\/a>
Some deadfall logs were cut, others weren’t <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching crest? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"A <\/a>
A little deadfall to climb over <\/div> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I know that peak that’s peeking <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Pink ribbons led me into a thicket on the crest, where I found myself with a view across the head of the canyon I’d started out in today, nearly five miles and 4,000 vertical feet below. I could see the peak whose shoulder I’ve climbed many times on one of my other favorite hikes, but I couldn’t seen the interior summit crest of the range, which is what I’d been hoping for.<\/p>\n

East of the thicket I stood in lay a steep, rocky, trackless slope covered with stubby scrub oak and deadfall. I could see another pink ribbon in the distance, and it appeared that by traversing that slope for a few hundred yards, I might round another corner and get a view toward the heart of the range.<\/p>\n

There was no trail left, but I found the fresh prints of the elk, so I just followed them from ribbon to ribbon. They led to a rock outcrop which was almost too good to be true: it was like a viewing platform for the highest peaks of the range, laid out before me in their fire-scoured, snow-blanketed majesty.<\/p>\n

About three hundred feet below I glimpsed another red ribbon, in the saddle which led to the trail junction. And at my feet were piles of elk scat, which was so fresh \u2013 still moist \u2013 they had to have been there earlier today. Due to the steep grade and the snow, it had taken me more than four hours to go five miles. But this was already one of my favorite hikes.<\/p>\n

\"From <\/a>
From thicket, view across head of canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bushwhacking <\/a>
Bushwhacking through deadfall in hope of a view <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Elk <\/a>
Elk scat still moist <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"This <\/a>
This is what I came for – most of the highest peaks of the range <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Upper <\/a>
Upper trail, newly cleared, avoids narrows of canyon at lower left of center <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Today's <\/a>
Today’s route, with frequently visited Holt Mtn at lower right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

In fact, with a nearly fifteen percent average grade, this is the steepest major trail in any of the mountain ranges in my region. That became painfully clear on the descent, when I struggled to walk slow enough to protect my foot and knees.<\/p>\n

But in stretches where the grade decreased, I was able to study the view to the west, trying to identify peaks I’d climbed or driven past. The landscape was all laid out for me, but much of it remained a puzzle until later, when I could study a large-scale topo map.<\/p>\n

\"View <\/a>
View down canyon to Pinalenos, barely visible on horizon, last climbed in Sept. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Long <\/a>
Long way down <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking down talus slope <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"And <\/a>
And up <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Mogollon <\/a>
Mogollon Rim in center of horizon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"In <\/a>
In center, 60 miles away, 11,400′ mountain I partially climbed in snow 2 wks ago is barely visible <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"And <\/a>
And 45 miles to north, 10,900′ peak I climbed a few years ago <\/div> <\/div>
\"Hard <\/a>
Hard to descend slow enough to protect knees <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9114\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9115\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9116\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9117\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The final traverse of the newly cleared trail took place in the full light of the setting sun, and I had to stop to take off my sweater and thermal bottoms. In the process of taking off my snow-soaked pants, I got my socks wet and had to change into the spare pair I always carry. I’d developed a sharp pain in my right knee and wondered how bad it would get \u2013 I still had over 2,000 vertical feet to descend.<\/p>\n

The answer is, pretty bad. Halfway down the long ridge I strapped on the knee brace \u2013 my heavy pack is permanently loaded with first aid and other emergency gear for situations like this. That ridge always seems to go on forever, but with the brace, I was able to reach the vehicle about fifteen minutes after the sun sank behind the western horizon of the river valley. Ending hikes in pain is a fact of life now, but in this case, I guess it was worth it.<\/p>\n

\"Last <\/a>
Last look back up lower canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My destination was far behind that peak in center <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9131\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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