{"id":23634,"date":"2024-04-01T16:30:29","date_gmt":"2024-04-01T22:30:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=23634"},"modified":"2024-04-01T16:30:29","modified_gmt":"2024-04-01T22:30:29","slug":"the-winter-that-wouldnt-end","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=23634","title":{"rendered":"The Winter That Wouldn’t End"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I was still trying to rebuild capacity, but most of the high-elevation hikes remained blocked by snow or flooded creeks. I settled on a handful I thought would work, then checked my Dispatches to see when I’d last done those hikes. It’d been a year and a half since I’d done one of my favorites over in Arizona, so I picked that one.<\/p>\n

Once again, I underestimated the weather. The forecast for nearby towns predicted cool but not cold, rain in the evening, and windy. I ignored the windy part and the elevation differences.<\/p>\n

As I left home, the wind, out of the southwest, turned out to be so bad the interior of the car sounded like a jet engine. My noise-cancelling headphones really paid off.<\/p>\n

It’s a two-hour drive, the sky looked stormy, and when I first glimpsed the mountains they were enveloped in a dark cloud.<\/p>\n

\"Up <\/a>
Up there is where I’m headed <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Even after last week’s experience, I was forgetting about the first mile of the trail, which sees heavy cattle use. The beginning, which winds through a maze of shallow gullies, boulders, and big oaks, was completely trashed by cattle, and there were cattle grazing all over the next segment, which climbs through some granite hills to a narrow gully that carries runoff from the crest.<\/p>\n

The temperature at base was probably in the high 40s, and I started out wearing only my sweater. The climbing made me sweaty, but the wind made me chilled, and even after I pulled on my shell jacket my still-sweaty arms were freezing.<\/p>\n

The trail past the creek was pocked with the hoofprints of one or more horses, but devoid of human tracks. I’ve always been one of the few people that use this trail, especially from the bottom, and it’s often overgrown and hard to follow in places.<\/p>\n

Not long after passing the cattle, I discovered my right thumb was in severe pain that seemed to come from the bone itself. I had no memory of injuring it \u2013 it was like a sudden-onset arthritis. I use that hand a lot on a hike, no way around it.<\/p>\n

\"Starting <\/a>
Starting up the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_1403\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"I <\/a>
I see you, bunny! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Cattle <\/a>
Cattle all over the lower slopes <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back from the foothills <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail through granite outcrops <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_1432\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"I'm <\/a>
I’m heading left of that outcrop on ridgeline <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The trail climbs through the foothills until it hits the upper slopes, which require switchbacks and long traverses. Here the wind, and the wind chill, became brutal. My arms were still freezing and I wondered if I should turn back. But as usual I just tried to speed up to generate more body heat.<\/p>\n

The horses had destroyed the tread on this part of the trail, dislodging the retaining rocks that the trail builders had laid on the downhill side, resulting in loose, pitted dirt and rocks that were hard to walk on and will erode rapidly. And on the final switchback to a saddle on an outlying ridge, I came upon the severed leg of a recently killed deer. I’d seen a dog track and wondered if the equestrians were hunters?<\/p>\n

\"Damn <\/a>
Damn cold in this wind <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail destroyed by horses <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_1453\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching saddle on outlying ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

On the next stretch, the long traverse through dense oak scrub transitioning to mixed conifer forrest, the clouds began to break for a few minutes at a time, and that brief sunlight finally warmed my chilled arms. The wind was as ferocious as ever, but the dense scrub oaks, followed by the big firs, gave me some protection.<\/p>\n

Here, the equestrians had ripped branches off trailside bushes and trees \u2013 the higher branches they could reach from horseback \u2013 which they then dropped on the trail behind them. What were they thinking?<\/p>\n

I finally reached the saddle on the crest, finishing a climb of more than 3,000 feet. The wind was bending the trees and roaring like a freight train up here.<\/p>\n

\"More <\/a>
More trail destroyed by horses <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Limbs <\/a>
Limbs ripped off by equestrians <\/div> <\/div>
\"Switchbacks <\/a>
Switchbacks through boulders and scrub <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View southeast <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail completely overgrown, just gotta push through <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching crest, where firs stand between huge rock outcrops <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View southwest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_1509\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Saddle <\/a>
Saddle and trail junction on crest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The crest part of the trail started out snow-free, but the higher I climbed the deeper it got. Fortunately the beautiful fir forest blocked most of the wind. I managed to climb another three-quarters of a mile and 600 feet higher, reaching a trail junction just below the peak. The snow was up to 8 inches deep there and I could see it would be deeper ahead, requiring gaiters. Knowing there are no good views ahead, I didn’t feel it was worth strapping them on, so I turned back.<\/p>\n

This is one of those hikes whose reported distance varies widely depending on your source of info. CalTopo, the mapping platform I use, shows today’s hike at 4.7 miles one-way and 9.4 miles out-and-back, but every other source calls it 5.4 and 10.8 \u2013 quite the discrepancy. Based on the time it takes me when I’m in top condition, I’m confident it’s close to 11 miles.<\/p>\n

\"Rock <\/a>
Rock outcrops in fir forest <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The peak is up there <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Snow <\/a>
Snow getting too deep <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_1525\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Map <\/a>
Map says 4.66, actual distance is 5.4. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The walk back down the crestline took me in and out of that howling wind. It had to be between 60 and 70 mph up there, yielding a wind chill in the mid-20s, which I was not dressed for. I dug my lined gloves and thermal bottoms out of the pack and stuffed them in the inside pockets of my storm shell, so they’d be warm if I needed them.<\/p>\n

\"View <\/a>
View northeast through the firs, to the Gila valley almost 6,000′ below <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Brutal <\/a>
Brutal wind at southwest edge of crest <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View south <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rain <\/a>
Rain in the west <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

As I headed down the switchbacks below the crest sleet began to blow in my face, so I cinched my hood as tight as it would go. I could see rain falling twenty miles across the desert, and a half hour later it was moving down the valley below me, where my vehicle was parked.<\/p>\n

\"My <\/a>
My vehicle is below center; my route goes down the left side until it reaches the foothills <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rain <\/a>
Rain moving down the valley below me <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Zoomed <\/a>
Zoomed in on outcrop on outlying ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I was past the saddle on the outlying ridge, down the long traverses into the foothills, when it began to rain, lightly at first then harder. I had to dig out my rain poncho. Fortunately the lower elevations were much warmer.<\/p>\n

At the base of the foothills I rounded a small oak tree and came face to face with a bull. I couldn’t believe it \u2013 the third Sunday in a row. I wasn’t even sure I was on the trail anymore, so I backtracked until I realized this had to be it. I simply walked around the bull, and he resumed grazing behind me.<\/p>\n

\"Heading <\/a>
Heading down toward the foothills <\/div> <\/div>
\"Outcrop <\/a>
Outcrop above trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Raining <\/a>
Raining hard <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Zoomed <\/a>
Zoomed in on a peak across the valley that I’d like to climb <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Outcrops <\/a>
Outcrops in the foothills <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_1585\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Creek <\/a>
Creek is running below <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

When I reached the vehicle, not only was my thumb on fire, but the palm of that hand was hurting as well, so I took a pain pill. It wasn’t enough \u2013 it was aching so bad when I got in bed that night, I had to take a second pill to get to sleep.<\/p>\n

\"Raining <\/a>
Raining on the highway south <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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