{"id":7260,"date":"2019-01-16T20:20:00","date_gmt":"2019-01-17T03:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=7260"},"modified":"2022-10-20T10:12:55","modified_gmt":"2022-10-20T16:12:55","slug":"the-perfect-sunset-hike","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=7260","title":{"rendered":"The Perfect Sunset Hike"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

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Driving on the Interstate, I saw the snow-capped mountain rising from the horizon, forty miles away. But I wasn’t going there.<\/p>\r\n

I was going to the city to see if a spine specialist could figure out what was wrong with my right arm. Almost a year ago, as the rest of my body seemed to be getting better, the arm had started going haywire. Now, after x-rays, MRIs, and physical therapy, the local docs were stumped.<\/p>\r\n

I’d resumed exercising, devising workarounds that allowed me to function, but the damn arm hurt every day, in all sorts of routine activities, and it woke me up at night, usually about once an hour.<\/p>\r\n

The city doc said it had nothing to do with my spine. I’d have to see a shoulder specialist and get another MRI. Two more trips back to the city.<\/p>\r\n

I dealt with the crowds, the traffic, the concrete, the filth. My town no longer recycles glass, so I took the accumulated bottles of the past year to the city recycling center, where a worker gave me a half-hour lecture about why glass is no longer recycled. He said that on street corners in the barrio, there are guys who collect glass and haul it to California, where they trade it for watered-down brandy.<\/p>\r\n

I tried to do some shopping but failed as usual. In the age of Amazon, even in cities, brick-and-mortar stores no longer maintain useful inventories.<\/p>\r\n

On Monday, one of my gym days, I did a strength-training workout in the fitness center of my hotel. Three younger guys, professional-looking, came in after me, did intense workouts, huffing and puffing, and left before I did. For young city people, it’s all about packing your workout into the shortest time possible, so you can spend more time doing your meaningless, soul-killing job.<\/p>\r\n

On Tuesday, one of my hiking days, I thought of that snow-capped mountain. I researched the Forest Service website for a couple of hours and decided to take a detour on the way back home.<\/p>\r\n

It was so good to leave the city, and get away from the outlying towns and their commuter traffic. Finally I was in the open desert.<\/p>\r\n

Just before I turned off the highway, a weird military plane flew out of the pass I was headed for, at very low altitude. I watched it soar low across the desert basin, apparently aiming to crash into the mountains on the other side.<\/p>\r\n

The pass immediately excited me. It was beautiful, full of golden granite boulders. Cattle grazed here and there, but I could see no buildings \u2013 just the boulder slopes with their junipers and oaks, and dry grasslands below.<\/p>\r\n

It was mid-afternoon. The sky hung dark and low, threatening weather. Bring it on! I turned off toward the mountains, onto a deeply eroded dirt drive with mud and pools of water. There’d been a storm recently \u2013 hence the snow on the peaks \u2013 a storm that hadn’t reached us at home. I hadn’t brought a pack, but I had snacks and a water bottle. I suited up for any kind of weather I might meet and started up the trail.<\/p>\r\n

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Driving on the Interstate, I saw the snow-capped mountain rising from the horizon, forty miles away. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Just before I turned off the highway, a weird military plane flew out of the pass I was headed for, at very low altitude. You might be able to see it as a dark spot in the middle of the photo. <\/div> <\/div>
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Very narrow, it was one of the best-built trails I’ve hiked. It just went up and up, as steep as the steepest trail I hike at home. The Forest Service has three ratings \u2013 Easy, Moderate, and Difficult. This one was rated More Difficult. But it started more than a thousand feet lower than the trails I’m used to, so it was a breeze for me.<\/p>\r\n

Fresh deer and bear sign everywhere. Tall grasses choking the trail. Manzanita, a beautiful shrub we don’t have at home. As I climbed the mountainside, heading toward the 9,000′ ridge high above, my views got better and better. After a while, the weird military plane \u2013 an A-10 Thunderbolt, nicknamed the “Warthog” \u2013 returned. They were introduced in the early 1970s and are used for killing people and destroying vehicles on the ground.<\/p>\r\n

I really wanted to reach the big pines and the snow, but I had little hope. This trail started at 5,500′ and climbed to 8,500′ in five miles, but I only had time to hike half of it and return before dark. This was a south-facing slope, and at this latitude, I figured Ponderosa would grow no lower than 7,500′, with the snow line about the same, higher than I had time to hike.<\/p>\r\n

It kept getting darker, and the temperature was probably in the high 40s to low 50s, but I was going fast and soon stripped down to my t-shirt. I climbed and I climbed, like going up rock steps, and after an hour and a half, I emerged into a grove of Ponderosa pine with patches of snow! Wow! I must’ve climbed nearly 2,000′ in 2-1\/2 miles.<\/p>\r\n

To be honest, I’d hiked longer than I’d planned, because I realized the sun was setting later now, and I’d probably still have plenty of light to get back. But I had to turn right around, no time to rest.<\/p>\r\n

\"As <\/a>
As I climbed the mountainside, my views got better and better. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"After <\/a>
After a while, the weird military plane \u2013 an A-10 Thunderbolt, nicknamed the “Warthog” \u2013 returned. <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Fresh <\/a>
Fresh bear sign was everywhere. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Suddenly I climbed into a grove of Ponderosa pine. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Never <\/a>
Never thought I’d make it to the snow! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

On the way up, my focus had been on the ridge towering above, silhouetted by a fringe of tall pines, with glimpses of snow in the shadows between them. But heading back down, I was looking straight out over the vast southern landscape, basins, peaks, and jagged ridges all the way to Old Mexico. I could see the state prison sprawling at the foot of the mountains to my right. I could see a ribbon of sparkling water straight ahead, 40 miles away, where the playa had flooded in the storm. I could see other snow-capped mountains even farther south and west, here near the Mexican border.<\/p>\r\n

I suddenly saw something I’d missed hiking up, right beside the trail, an agave that had born fruit and died this past season, turning psychedelic colors I’d never seen before. I just stood and gaped at it for a while. How could this be real?<\/p>\r\n

This was already one of my favorite hikes of all time. Everything just clicked. Despite the arm trouble, I was feeling better than I’d felt in years. I could hardly wait to come back and finish it later.<\/p>\r\n

The clouds were breaking here and there. As I came down into the foothills with their golden boulders, the sun dropped below the cloud layer in the distant west and gilded everything around me. I realized I couldn’t have timed this hike better.<\/p>\r\n

I drove to the nearest town in the dark and found a room. And in the morning, there were the snow-capped mountains, towering behind the town. It was hard to leave.<\/p>\r\n

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Heading down, I was looking out over the vast southern landscape, basins and ranges all the way to Mexico. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The state prison is down in the basin, right of center. <\/div> <\/div>
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A thin ribbon of water, just right of center, is the flooded playa. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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My truck is way down there in that pale patch, to the right <\/div> <\/div>
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Who has ever seen an agave with these colors? <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Down <\/a>
Down in the foothills <\/div> <\/div>
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The half moon rising <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Sun setting in the southwest <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"A <\/a>
A lonely shed silhouetted at sunset <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The 9,000′ ridge I had climbed toward <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"In <\/a>
In the morning, a view of the north side of the range <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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