{"id":32376,"date":"2026-09-21T12:41:43","date_gmt":"2026-09-21T18:41:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=32376"},"modified":"2026-09-21T12:58:02","modified_gmt":"2026-09-21T18:58:02","slug":"the-other-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=32376","title":{"rendered":"The Other Road"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

It worked last Sunday \u2013 why not try again?<\/p>\n

This time, I would return to the hidden, spectacular area straddling the border. Far from cities, known to few, overlooked by most. Where rogue roads have been cut by miners and ranchers \u2013 some of them show up on old topo maps, but many are omitted on modern GPS.<\/p>\n

The gateway is a rimrock mesa and a series of rock spires, all called Twin Peaks. On my first visit, I’d followed the road that runs east of the spires, and found it marginally passable, running partway up a narrow, boulder-strewn wash. This time, I wanted to try the road that passes the west side of the little peaks. I actually hoped to reach one of those roads missing from GPS, to cross the hidden basin all the way to road’s end on the slope of the mountains that hem the basin’s eastern edge.<\/p>\n

It’s the edges of the basin that really attract me: the gateway of rock spires on the west, the maze of deep canyons and forested peaks on the north, and the lower, rockier peaks and narrow canyons on the east. The north is the least accessible, requiring a challenging bushwhack from the nearest road.<\/p>\n

The forecast for our region was warm and dry, and the sky was mostly clear when I left home. Elevations in the hidden basin range from 4,600 to 5,600 feet, with the eastern mountains rising to 7,500 feet. I expected temps in the mid-80s there, but on the way, I’d be descending to the river valley at 3,500 feet, where it would likely hit 90.<\/p>\n

\"Hidden <\/a>
Hidden basin trends diagonally northwest from center <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching alluvial badlands above river valley <\/div> <\/div>
\"Descending <\/a>
Descending toward remote river valley <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

From the highway in the river valley, the long, graded gravel road climbs to the mesa at 4,600 feet, where I got my first view of the rock spires. And on their left, I noticed another, more dramatic spire I didn’t remember, deeper in the roadless maze of hidden canyons.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
GPS map of hidden basin, omitting most roads <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Noticing <\/a>
Noticing another distant rock spire, at right <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View across big canyon to gateway of rock spires <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

The backcountry ranch road descends into and out of a big canyon before climbing toward the rock spires. Anticipating the left turn to the west side of the spires, I turned by mistake onto an earlier ranch road, which leads to a big ranch in the next canyon north. I quickly realized my mistake, but continued because the road led toward the distinctive rimrock mesa that forms the western boundary of the hidden basin, and I wanted a closer look.<\/p>\n

First, I found a spur road to an abandoned stock tank \u2013 a road missing from all the maps. The rimrock towered above me, and now, I could see a narrow gap where it would be possible to scramble to the top.<\/p>\n

I drove over the saddle between canyons, and descended to the next spur road, which appears to have been a mine road originally, and now leads to a water tank on a hill. This road was well-graded, and I found a new-looking county road grader parked at the turnoff. Ahead, I could see the road descending into the big canyon to the north. And continuing up the opposite slope of the canyon \u2013 another detail omitted from all the maps.<\/p>\n

I had no interest in visiting the ranch, so I returned to the main road.<\/p>\n

\"Heading <\/a>
Heading down graded road into big canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Heading <\/a>
Heading up opposite slope of big canyon <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View of rimrock from unmapped spur road to abandoned stock tank <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Ocotillo <\/a>
Ocotillo dense with foliage after recent rains <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View south to Saddeback Mountain <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"County <\/a>
County grader at another spur road, with water tank in background <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Unmapped <\/a>
Unmapped ranch road climbing out of big canyon to north <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Scanned <\/a>
Scanned topo showing where I stopped on side road below rimrock <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

This road \u2013 the road I’d taken before on my hike to the mouth of a spectacular box canyon \u2013 was originally built to serve mines, and now solely exists to serve remote, backcountry stock tanks and corrals maintained by the rancher who holds the lease on the hidden basin. Hence it gets only sporadic maintenance and sees regular erosion and washouts. I had no idea what to expect from the turnoff that passes west of the rock spires, but I soon found out!<\/p>\n

This is a true, abandoned mine road \u2013 like our abandoned mine roads in the Mojave Desert. Running over bedrock ledges and up steep slopes of loose rock, it hadn’t been graded in decades, and showed no vehicle tracks at all.<\/p>\n

As usual, I hadn’t paid much attention to the topo maps, and discovered that this road climbs over the high western shoulder of the rock spires \u2013 hundreds of feet higher than the road I’d taken past the east side. And without maintenance, higher means steeper and more eroded. I switched into low-range 4wd, and had to stop and get out repeatedly to scout lines over ledges and past deep ruts, but I was excited to be breaking new ground.<\/p>\n

\"Hidden <\/a>
Hidden basin in center, with goal to reach base of Yellowjacket at top <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Beginning <\/a>
Beginning of abandoned mine road east of spires <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9035\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9036\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Shifting <\/a>
Shifting into 2nd on smooth stretch <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"That <\/a>
That didn’t last long <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching turnoff for side road? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Before crossing past the rock spires into the hidden basin, I was looking for a turnoff north into an even more hidden canyon. An old topo map showed this turnoff descending past mines to a dead end with a windmill, past which the canyon narrows and drains into the main canyon north \u2013 at the roadless entrance to the maze of deep canyons and high mountains that I really wanted to explore on foot.<\/p>\n

This dead-end spur road looked like it hadn’t been used in many years, so I was even more cautious, peering ahead for washouts, deep ledges or ruts, never driving beyond where I could easily back up to a wide spot and turn around, stopping more frequently to scout ahead. The often-vague two-track climbed over a low ridge, where bushes taller than the hood of my Sidekick were growing from the crown of the road, then began descending steeply on loose rock down the left slope of the narrow canyon.<\/p>\n

Nearing the canyon bottom, I could see deep erosion and a potential washout, so I stopped and walked all the way down to where the road crossed the damp creekbed. The bottom was mostly exposed bedrock and was passable, and from down there, I could see a way of getting past the erosion by straddling one of the foot-deep ruts. So I climbed back up and carefully drove down.<\/p>\n

\"Side <\/a>
Side road barely visible <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Only <\/a>
Only tracks are from cattle <\/div> <\/div>
\"So <\/a>
So gnarly past here that I stopped shooting photos <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Road <\/a>
Road good approaching saddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
<\/a>
First view into hidden canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Descending <\/a>
Descending toward creek crossing <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking up from creek crossing to scout my line <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"One <\/a>
One of our huge grasshoppers scurrying across road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Past the crossing, the track got narrower and crossed the dry creekbed repeatedly. There were scattered pools from recent rains, and some interesting-looking rock. I could see the canyon widening ahead and got even more excited. This is truly a hidden paradise, and I was clearly the first person to venture into it, possibly for many years.<\/p>\n

Finally I rounded a bend and spotted the windmill ahead, its blades bent out of whack by powerful gusts down the canyon. Big spreading oaks dotted the broad, gentle slope, and I emerged into a clearing with abandoned metal and plastic watering troughs. I parked and followed overgrown tracks down into the shady canopy of a wide wash, where they ended in flood debris. What an amazing place this would be to have a cabin!<\/p>\n

\"Easy <\/a>
Easy creek crossing <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Difficult <\/a>
Difficult creek crossing <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Canyon <\/a>
Canyon opens out <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"High <\/a>
High forested mountains beyond maze of roadless canyons <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Damaged <\/a>
Damaged windmill <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Returning to the vehicle, I realized I didn’t have my sunglasses, and remembered hooking them in my shirt when I got out to take photos, a hundred yards above the clearing. Would I be able to find them? Had I driven over them? They were cheap, but still.<\/p>\n

I drove back through the mesquite scrub to a small grove of oaks, where I sat in my folding chair and ate a snack. Paradise.<\/p>\n

But I hadn’t reached the day’s ultimate destination \u2013 past the rock spires and across the hidden basin. On the way up the canyon I drove slowly and scanned the roadway for my shades. When I reached the place where I’d stopped for the photos, I got out, and sure enough, I’d just driven over them. An earpiece had broken off, but I used some of my drinking water to rinse them off, and amazingly they were relatively unscratched and still usable.<\/p>\n

\"Old <\/a>
Old track into wash <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Tracks <\/a>
Tracks end under riparian canopy <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9069\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Heavenly <\/a>
Heavenly snack spot <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Shades <\/a>
Shades lying in my tire tracks <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Approaching the next creek crossing, I spotted something on the opposite slope \u2013 a solar panel, and the top of a ladder. What the hell?<\/p>\n

It turned out to be a vertical mineshaft, with a fully-extended 20-foot extension ladder just reaching the top. In the bright sunlight I couldn’t see down past the midpoint of the ladder, but I had a powerful urge to climb down it.<\/p>\n

The ladder was tied to the wooden rim with thin, rusted wire. Safety depended on whatever it was footed in at bottom, out of sight. Holding the thick wooden crossbeam, I put a foot on the third rung, and it felt plenty solid. I couldn’t even shake it. Still holding the crossbeam, I brought my other foot onto the rung and took another step down. But I still couldn’t see farther than halfway down the ladder \u2013 and no, I don’t have a smart phone that doubles as a flashlight.<\/p>\n

I was alone here, and I hadn’t even brought my GPS message device from the vehicle. Reason took over and I climbed out. Damn! I really wanted to explore that mine.<\/p>\n

Good thing I didn’t \u2013 when I enhanced the photo, I could see a second 20-foot extension ladder directly below the first. Long way to fall…<\/p>\n

\"What's <\/a>
What’s that? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9080\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Enhanced <\/a>
Enhanced photo shows second ladder below first <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Approaching the next creek crossing, I spotted something else through the dense riparian canopy \u2013 the ruins of a cabin! None of this had been visible earlier, coming down the road.<\/p>\n

I parked above the next crossing and crossed the creek \u2013 the cabin, high on the bank, was completely hidden.<\/p>\n

Constructed of dry stone, it was both cruder and more complex than the drystone miner’s cabins in the Mojave, with a built-in fireplace on the east side. Intriguingly, its two rooms, roughly equal in size, had no connecting doors. Two miners living next to each other?<\/p>\n

Returning to the Sidekick, I noticed the collapsed remains of their outhouse on the bank above the creek. And now that I knew the road, the drive out was both faster and easier.<\/p>\n

\"Looks <\/a>
Looks like a cabin <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9089\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_9090Pano\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Inside <\/a>
Inside the first room, with screen intact over window <\/div> <\/div>
\"Second <\/a>
Second room with built-in fireplace <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_9099\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
<\/a>
Driving out of hidden canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching junction with road past spires <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Hidden <\/a>
Hidden canyon, mouth at top, windmill C, mine D, cabin E <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Now for the drive past the rock spires into the hidden basin. I could see the road climbing ahead, even rockier than before. But I’d used up a lot of time exploring that canyon, my enthusiasm was waning, and I seemed to have less patience for stopping every dozen yards to scout lines past obstacles.<\/p>\n

I made it up another step in elevation, past a little outcrop and across a tiny saddle, and found myself driving up yet another series of rock ledges, where I had to get out yet again to scout a line. But after that, I reached a spot where the road got steeper just as the surface turned to loose rock, which had been eroded on the right into a deep rut, at the edge of a perilous drop-off. I seemed to be approaching the high saddle below the rock spires, where I would get my first view over the hidden basin.<\/p>\n

So I stopped and got out to walk ahead. It was just as bad as it looked from below. I walked most of the way to where the road turned left out of sight, and presumably got better. But this was just too much. Not only was I loosing patience, I was losing confidence. Rationally, I was sure I could’ve driven it, but emotionally, I felt too alone and too stressed out. Adding insult to injury, driving this abandoned road was now actually slower than walking it.<\/p>\n

Worried about my foot on the incredibly rough and unstable surface, I didn’t even try hiking farther up to get a view \u2013 a missed opportunity I regretted on the way out.<\/p>\n

\"Doesn't <\/a>
Doesn’t look too bad <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Definitely <\/a>
Definitely scouting this on foot <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back after scouting ahead <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Next <\/a>
Next stretch, approaching saddle below spires? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Nope, <\/a>
Nope, just too eroded with rocks too loose for comfort <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Road <\/a>
Road past spires, showing where I walked and turned back <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
<\/a>
Entire hidden basin, with maze of roadless canyons at left <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Unfortunately, my vehicle was now parked facing upslope, with nowhere to turn around. Behind me were those rock ledges, and a narrow spot where the road was being eroded away into that perilous dropoff. I would have to back down for about 150 feet to that little saddle. Even worse, I found I was unable to shift into gear \u2013 a condition that plagued me in hot weather for years until I finally replaced the clutch cable. I could only get in gear by turning off the engine.<\/p>\n

Backing down was really scary \u2013 I ended up tilted way over at the pinch point above the dropoff \u2013 but I made it to the saddle, turned around, and by shutting off and and restarting the engine repeatedly to shift gears, I finally made it down to the main road, and switched back into 2wd.<\/p>\n

\"Now <\/a>
Now I have to back up <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Heading <\/a>
Heading west, back down abandoned road <\/div> <\/div>
\"Last <\/a>
Last view of spires <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Cattle <\/a>
Cattle are spread out in bunches all over area <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking back east over big canyon, to where I spent my day behind the ridges in center <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Changing gears was almost impossible, even at higher speeds, on the way out, and the force required triggered my shoulder pain. But my god, what beautiful country!<\/p>\n

I stopped for a big afternoon feed in the Mormon farming village, and returned home well before sunset, the whole road trip taking me only seven hours.<\/p>\n

Part of me never wanted to drive those roads again, but I couldn’t stop dreaming of that lush, abandoned, dead-end canyon. Next time I would take the lower road east past the rock spires, and hopefully explore the hidden basin.<\/p>\n

\"View <\/a>
View south from mesa road <\/div> <\/div>
\"Cow <\/a>
Cow leading her calves away from me <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View southwest from mesa road <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
<\/a>
Last look back toward hidden area I was exploring <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View west over river valley <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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