{"id":26835,"date":"2025-05-12T17:51:33","date_gmt":"2025-05-12T23:51:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=26835"},"modified":"2025-07-14T09:35:24","modified_gmt":"2025-07-14T15:35:24","slug":"crossing-the-t","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=26835","title":{"rendered":"Crossing the T"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

Again, I was yearning for a long drive to a hike I’d never done before. The region that regularly draws me is the extremely rugged maze of interlinked mountain ranges about two hours’ drive north of here. It’s mostly unprotected cattle range, mostly unknown to hikers, anchored by the tiny town notorious as headquarters of the right-wing anti-government movement. I’ve done enough hikes there to know that most of them are really hard to drive to, and many are overrun with cattle or defended by rogue bulls. But I love the remoteness, the solitude, and the fact that despite being grazed, this area features native habitat in better condition than much of our big, famous wilderness area.<\/p>\n

In the upper part of this area, right below the east-west crest that tops out at 9,000 feet, there’s a T-shaped convergence of abandoned, unmaintained, unpublished trails. Back in 2021, I’d hiked the stem of the T from the south \u2013 probably the hardest route-finding challenge I’ve ever faced, since there was literally nothing left in the entire seven miles but occasional cairns, many buried in tall grass.<\/p>\n

\"Stem <\/a>
Stem of T in solid red, abandoned western crossbar shown as dotted line <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The top bar of the T is divided into an east half and a west half, traversing the slopes below the crest for a total of seven and a half miles. Last fall when my knee injury prevented me from hiking, I drove to the unmarked trailhead at the east end of that crossbar, hoping I could return later to do the whole traverse. But the backcountry access road was so slow as to make it impractical.<\/p>\n

So for this Sunday I had a brainstorm. I’d driven the crest road several times, passing the western trailhead of the T’s crossbar at a high saddle in dense mixed-conifer forest. Despite being shown on maps as abandoned, the trailhead features a maintained kiosk. The hike would start with a major descent into a canyon, which I’m usually not crazy about, but returning with an ascent would be better for my knee. And to the junction and back would be about 5-1\/2 miles and 1,800 vertical feet, which should be just right at this stage of my knee recovery.<\/p>\n

The day was forecast to be warm, but this trail would lie between 7,000 and 8,000 feet, and I believed most of it would be forested with at least partial shade.<\/p>\n

\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing to crest of range <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Parklike <\/a>
Parklike ponderosa forest along crest <\/div> <\/div>
\"Burn <\/a>
Burn scar of 2018 fire in canyon above trailhead <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Fir <\/a>
Fir forest in shaded canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trailhead\" <\/a>
Trailhead <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

At the kiosk, I noticed that someone had tucked a handwritten message into the bottom of the signboard. I pulled the message off, turned it over, and discovered they’d removed and written on the back of the Spanish-language “WELCOME TO YOUR NATIONAL FORESTS” placard which the United States Forest Service posts on every kiosk.<\/p>\n

If I could reply to that message, I would point out that I’m a white person with an English last name, raised to speak English. But most of my ancestors were Gaelic-speaking Scots who were forced by the English to leave their homes and emigrate to this land, which had been conquered and stolen by the English from Native Americans. English is neither my native tongue nor the native language of this “country”. Like me, the kiosk vandal is a colonist, a descendant of either invaders or exiles. None of us has the right to impose one language or another on our neighbors.<\/p>\n

So as best I could, I restored the Spanish placard to its place on the kiosk, and cheerfully set out down the trail.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_8032\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Gap <\/a>
Gap where they tore down Spanish placard <\/div> <\/div>
\"Placard <\/a>
Placard restored by Max <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

As I said above, this trail starts by descending into a canyon \u2013 over 700 vertical feet \u2013 and unfortunately for my knee, the grade averaged more than 20 percent and increased in places to over 40 percent on loose rock or scree. Of course, I found none of the elaborate steps built long ago in the national monument I hiked last week \u2013 this was a clear trail, but there was no sign of humans on it. I initially assumed it was being maintained by cattle, but saw no tracks during the descent.<\/p>\n

After spending the first half of the descent in mixed-conifer forest, I was surprised to suddenly emerge in a long stretch of mostly clear slope: an expanse of fractured bedrock with thin grasses and sporadic shrubs and small trees. This bedrock seemed to be mostly volcanic conglomerate containing colorful pebbles.<\/p>\n

\"Starting <\/a>
Starting down trail, had no idea I’d rejoin this fence later <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Easy <\/a>
Easy to follow, but no tracks anywhere <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View across canyon I’m heading down into <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Deadfall <\/a>
Deadfall over trail, but not excessive <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rock <\/a>
Rock bluffs above trail <\/div> <\/div>
\"Lonely <\/a>
Lonely but surprisingly nice <\/div> <\/div>
\"Swaths <\/a>
Swaths of bare, fractured rock <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Lower <\/a>
Lower view across canyon <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8080Pano\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_8083\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Green <\/a>
Green is lichen, red is rock <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I approached the canyon bottom through open ponderosa forest, and could see it was lined with a broad, white debris flow from the 2018 wildfire that burned the crest at the head of the canyon. A very tall and slender narrowleaf cottonwood towered above the debris. And here is where I found the first cattle sign.<\/p>\n

\"Debris <\/a>
Debris flow in canyon bottom <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Narrowleaf <\/a>
Narrowleaf cottonwood in canyon bottom <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8094\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"First <\/a>
First cattle sign is months old <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

On the opposite bank of the canyon, I encountered a recently built stock fence, tight switchbacks that climbed the steep slope this side of the fence, and all the way up, cattle sign weeks and months old. Apart from the fence, I still hadn’t seen bootprints or any other sign of human use, so I began to assume that cattle were keeping brush off this otherwise abandoned trail, which had so far been really easy to follow.<\/p>\n

Then, halfway up, I encountered the first of several broad swaths of bare, fractured rock. I was really enjoying the variety of healthy native habitats on this trail. The trail hugged the fence for a while, and I noticed how recent it was \u2013 maybe within the past few months. But fencebuilding in roadless country requires horses, and I’d seen no sign of horses, which can persist for up to a year.<\/p>\n

The trail finally topped out in a vast area of bare rock, a broad shoulder past which I would enter a new watershed with views toward the area I’d discovered four years ago. I left the cattle sign behind and entered a segment of trail that was clearly being maintained by elk.<\/p>\n

\"First <\/a>
First of many switchbacks climbing opposite side of canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Switchbacks <\/a>
Switchbacks climb beside fence <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Getting <\/a>
Getting rockier the higher they go <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More colorful bedrock <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Very <\/a>
Very steep, rocky section <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Trail <\/a>
Trail joins fence <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Deadfall <\/a>
Deadfall cut within past year, probably by fence crew <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"More <\/a>
More swaths of bare, fractured rock <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8114\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Fenceposts <\/a>
Fenceposts quite new <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching the bald <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8120\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back north from bald shoulder <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking south from bald shoulder <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View east – yes, trail cuts across there <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Abundant <\/a>
Abundant elk sign <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

This next segment of trail traversed the steep south-facing slope below the crest of this range. On my right was a distinctive peak that I’d rounded on that previous hike, forested but with dark talus slopes on its north side.<\/p>\n

The varied terrain continued, with the trail descending a scree slope at a 40 percent grade at one point, into a bare-rock ravine where I was surprised by a trickle of surface water.<\/p>\n

This appeared to be an elk highway. But suddenly I came upon tiny fragments of orange rind, dessicated into thin, brittle shards. How quickly would they completely dry out? And how long would they persist on the surface without being scattered or buried by rodents, wind, rain, and erosion? We hadn’t had much precip over the winter but we’d sure had a lot of wind. I guessed they were over a month old, maybe many months \u2013 maybe they’d been left by the fencing crew. Maybe the fencing crew had been the only humans on this trail in the past year.<\/p>\n

\"Much <\/a>
Much less tread past shoulder, more routefinding required <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Gotta <\/a>
Gotta cross that ravine <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"By <\/a>
By picking my way down this 40% grade of scree <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Nearing <\/a>
Nearing bottom of ravine <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Only <\/a>
Only flowers I saw in entire day <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Precious <\/a>
Precious trickle of standing water <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8161Pano\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Yep, <\/a>
Yep, that’s the trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View southwest from atop bluffs along trail <\/div> <\/div>
\"Good <\/a>
Good pinyon crop <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Dessicated <\/a>
Dessicated orange rind, only sign of humans on trail <\/div> <\/div>
\"Crossing <\/a>
Crossing wide scree slope, with distinctive peak on right <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Elk <\/a>
Elk highway <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing steadily – can you see the trail ahead? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Junction <\/a>
Junction should be at left end of that low ridge <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I’d stopped a lot, and climbed slowly on the ascents, and this hike was taking much longer than expected. I remembered the terrain ahead from the previous hike, and the trail junction I was trying to reach didn’t seem to be getting any closer. I’d been hoping to get to town before the market closed at 4 pm, but it wasn’t looking likely.<\/p>\n

The trail had been climbing steadily, and I remembered it would descend before the junction. Just as I reached what seemed to be a high point, I stopped in frustration to check the topo map. After puzzling over it for a few minutes, I looked up, and behold! The old, partially collapsed trail sign was in shadow, right off the trail, less than ten feet ahead of me. I was already at my destination and hadn’t realized it! To celebrate, I reassembled the pieces of the sign as best I could.<\/p>\n

\"Stopped <\/a>
Stopped to check map, and when I looked up, there was junction sign <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8204\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Today's <\/a>
Today’s route <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Wind had been picking up all day, and since the trail was more exposed than I’d expected, I was grateful for cooling breezes. What I love about this trail, in addition to the varied habitats, is that it’s a traverse overlooking endless, rugged, roadless terrain, with views that shift dramatically as you proceed from watershed to watershed.<\/p>\n

But it was getting later and later, so I began hiking faster than was probably good for my knee.<\/p>\n

\"Our <\/a>
Our high mountains in center on horizon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Distinctive <\/a>
Distinctive mountain I faced throughout traverse <\/div> <\/div>
\"Hat <\/a>
Hat cinched down in wind <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Banded <\/a>
Banded bluffs above trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Crossing <\/a>
Crossing the bald <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Handsome <\/a>
Handsome pinyon pine <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_8232\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

When I reached the bald shoulder above the deep canyon, and began descending those seemingly interminable short switchbacks, all I could think of was the tall, steep climb on the other side. After reaching the bottom and starting up, I did have to take it slow in most places, but I’ve been working up to it for months now, gradually increasing the elevation of my hikes, so my wind isn’t bad.<\/p>\n

After reaching the vehicle, I raced up, over, and down the crest on that terrible rocky road, and reached the market in town 5 minutes after closing, to find lights out and the door locked…<\/p>\n

\"Trailhead <\/a>
Trailhead is in saddle at far left <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Fence <\/a>
Fence so new split branches are still red <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Steep, <\/a>
Steep, rocky trail out of canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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