{"id":8400,"date":"2019-09-02T16:59:58","date_gmt":"2019-09-02T22:59:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=8400"},"modified":"2020-07-02T13:45:45","modified_gmt":"2020-07-02T19:45:45","slug":"top-of-the-burned-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=8400","title":{"rendered":"Top of the Burned World"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Wild Raspberries<\/h1>\n

In the third week of recovering from my latest foot problem, I was in a real quandary picking a big weekend hike. For a gradual recovery, I felt I still needed to avoid steep grades and keep the cumulative elevation gain under 2,000 feet. But last weekend’s hike had been almost 8 miles, so I figured I could do 10 or more this weekend.<\/p>\n

But the logical choice, an area close to town, had been taken over by mountain bikers for a big annual race. And the areas over on the west side of the federal wilderness were just too steep.<\/p>\n

One hike I’d considered in the past was to follow the crest trail of the Black Range north to one of the range’s highest peaks \u2013 about a five mile one-way with 2,000′ elevation gain. But I knew there was a fire lookout on top, and I assumed there was a forest road to the lookout. I believed this would be a popular trail, and I was leery of running into vehicles and some kind of a crowd up there.<\/p>\n

In addition, we’d been having monsoon storms almost daily. That ridge had been mostly cleared of forest by the catastrophic wildfire in 2013, so I would be spending most of the day totally exposed. Without cloud cover it would be hot, but in a storm I’d run a real risk of being struck by lightning.<\/p>\n

After deliberating a while, I decided to chance it. It was an hour drive from home, and maybe by the time I got there, the weather might be more predictable. There was another trail option in the same area if I had to give up the crest hike.<\/p>\n

The highway hairpins its way to a pass above 8,000′, where there’s a scenic overlook and the crest trailhead. The sky was mostly clear when I arrived, with just a few little scattered cumulus clouds to the northwest. The temperature at that elevation was still in the 70s at 11am, but radiant heating in the thin air was pretty fierce, and I was sweating heavily within the first few hundred yards.<\/p>\n

I ran into a pair of mountain bikers coming out, half a mile up the trail. Great \u2013 was this a harbinger of the traffic ahead?<\/p>\n

I’d walked the first mile of this trail last year, so I knew it traversed the heart of the burn area. The slopes to north and south had been scorched to moonscape in large swaths, and although gambel oak and other scrub was filling in, there were clear views to east and west from this north-south trending ridge. And the views went on forever, into a haze more than a hundred miles away.<\/p>\n

After a snowy winter, a hot spring, and weeks of monsoon rains, the wildflowers were spectacular. Birds were busy everywhere, some of them unknown to me. Whereas wild raspberries in the canyons had already mostly fallen or been eaten, there was a huge crop ripening up here, and by the end of the hike I’d eaten nearly a pint.<\/p>\n

It turned out that the departing mountain bikers had only ridden the first mile or so of the trail, and they were the only humans I encountered throughout the long day. The grade of the trail was so steady that I had a hard time believing it climbed 2,000′ in 5 miles. It seemed the perfect hike for this stage in my recovery.<\/p>\n

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Entering the burn scar <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"First <\/a>
First long view east, over the Rio Grande to the mountains on the far side <\/div> <\/div>
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First view south of the pass, to a peak that was burned into moonscape 6 years ago, but has since greened up with grasses, forbs, and scrub <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Spotted towhee <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Wilderness boundary <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Greater pewee? <\/div> <\/div>
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First view of the peak, at left in the farther distance <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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These are likely elderberries, favorite food of band-tailed pigeons, but I wasn’t sure so I didn’t try them <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Typical trailside flower display <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Loads <\/a>
Loads of ripe raspberries! <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Retaining wall built by trail crews at the base of a rockslide <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Probably a falcon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Flycatcher? <\/div> <\/div>
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Clark’s nutcracker <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Green stone <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Trail to the peak <\/div> <\/div>
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Willow flycatcher <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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First view north <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Entering the aspens <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Brown creeper <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Elusive Spring<\/h1>\n

The peak is topped by a large grassy plateau at a little over 10,000′. And to my surprise, there was no road! The summit complex, consisting of tower and two cabins, was vacant. They must helicopter in materials, supplies, and some of their crews. And the lookout tower is tiny and would only accommodate one person in short shifts. I wondered if they even use it during a normal season.<\/p>\n

After checking out the cabins and climbing to just below the boarded-up lookout for some 360 degree views of my world, I returned back down the trail. Just below the summit there was a junction with the northward continuation of the crest trail, and the sign mentioned a spring. I’d had such a wonderful experience with a mountaintop spring over on the west side, I figured I’d explore this one, if it wasn’t too far.<\/p>\n

The trail took me down through lush, unburned forest to a small meadow where a signed spur trail led off to the spring. The sign said 1\/2 mile to the spring, but the layout was confusing so I didn’t figure it out until returning, after I’d unsuccessfully tried to reach it.<\/p>\n

The trail to the spring was almost invisible, but there were periodic cairns that enabled me to keep going. The cairns led down a steep, rough burn slope with many snags and fallen trunks, a deeply eroded surface with a lot of loose rock and bare dirt. There were some interesting rocks, but after taking me several hundred feet down the mountainside, the cairns led into a dense, dark aspen thicket on an even steeper slope, and I gave up the search. I just didn’t want to end up going another half mile and a few more hundred feet farther down, that I’d then have to climb back out of.<\/p>\n

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\"Interior <\/a>
Interior of the log cabin <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Eastern half of the world <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"View <\/a>
View to the north, and the high point of the range, left of center <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View west, where a thunderstorm is raging just beyond my hometown <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View south from the tower <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Interior <\/a>
Interior of the newer cabin <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Trail <\/a>
Trail to the spring <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Where <\/a>
Where I abandoned the search for the spring <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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\"Trails <\/a>
Trails abandoned after the fire <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Flowers & Fungi<\/h1>\n

Most of these flowers \u2013 but not all \u2013 were familiar to me from other parts of these mountains. But for sheer numbers of wildflowers, this crest trail has them all beat!<\/p>\n

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More pleasing fungus beetles <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
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Cat Calls<\/h1>\n

Most of the upper forest on the peak was defended from the wildfire, so while hiking this upper trail, you only get glimpses of the landscape from between old-growth fir and spruce.<\/p>\n

But the glimpses you do get are stunning \u2013 you can really tell you’re more than a mile above the rest of the landscape. The mountainside is so steep it’s almost vertiginous.<\/p>\n

Clouds had gathered during my hike, and much of the peak was shaded by forest anyway. Temperatures had stayed mild all day, and there was always a breeze up here on top of the world. At some point on the east slope of the peak, walking through dappled shade with a gentle wind rustling the aspen, I suddenly felt my chest filling with euphoria. I remembered feeling that way a couple days earlier, when hiking a much smaller peak in a similar situation, being up above the world in clean air, looking down across a vast wild landscape. I’m used to feeling happy in nature, but this was different \u2013 I was actually high, in both senses of the word. I wondered if it was because now, after the fire had cleared most of the trees out of the way, I finally had long sightlines just like I have in my beloved desert.<\/p>\n

The feeling stayed with me all the way down. It felt like there’d been a sea change in the way I experienced nature. I had no adequate explanation \u2013 it was just there. Will it happen again?<\/p>\n

Traversing the head of the last canyon on the west side of the crest, I heard a strange, haunting repeated cry from the patchily burned forest low on the opposite slope. At first I thought it was a bird, but the longer it continued, the more it sounded like a cat – probably a bobcat, either in heat or in distress. I heard it for nearly a half hour, until I rounded a shoulder of the ridge and passed out of hearing.<\/p>\n