Out for a Walk
The glorified name for this post is a photo essay, but really, it’s just a bunch of snaps I took as I walked a half mile further down, and returned to camp. The walk at the trailhead is fine, but passing vehicles made me wonder what was down there. My camp is at a spot that’s difficult enough and sloped enough to slow down even ATVers out for the weekend. After a day or two here, I noticed that I was seeing some vehicles going one way or the other and not returning, indicating that my trail connected to something meaningful at both ends, and so was not a dead end spur. A look at an MVUM showed that it does indeed connect and, if passable by my rig, would be a shorter overall route to resupply at Buena Vista.
The small amount of passing traffic is not the nuisance it usually is elsewhere. If I were to perch out by the road clear of the bushes, there would be entertainment value in watching how the pickups and SUVs negotiate “my” bend in the road.
First day, I caught a glimpse of some kind of old trail runner SUV heading toward the way I’d come from, having no trouble with the climb. Day two brought no less than three full-size vehicles heading up the rough incline. The first was a big, newish Dodge pickup with an Outfitter pop-up truck camper in its bed. It stayed far to my side, which pitched it at quite an angle, but had no traction issues at all. It just drove up and out, and kept going. The second was a shiny new full-size Chevy SUV with six guys in it. I was already sitting outside aimed that way by chance, and saw it reach a point where it came to a halt and rocked back, with the sound of at least one tire scrubbing the dirt. A passenger got out and stood in front, acting as a spotter. When that worked, he then got back in and they continued on their way, smiling at me. Not long after, an aging Chevy 4WD pickup did basically the same thing, but this guy was running solo. The nearby bushes block my full view of the trail, so I can only guess at their tire path selections.
At any rate, that made me think that if either of these more troubled vehicles had started at the other end, that the trail couldn’t be any worse than the spot right next to me. I decided to wander down that way as far as I could, which isn’t far, owing to the combo of energy-robbing meds, lots of steep hills, and elevation. Even so, apart from two trouble spots, the trail looked do-able.
Once I stop focusing on the trail itself, the appeal of the area itself begins to stand out. This is another place that I’ll be sorry to leave.