Month: February 2019

I peer through filigree.

Snow balances, fluffy and gleaming, on a tree branch just above the spring.

Silence and white reign, 24 hours after a dust storm that, at nightfall, transformed to drop five inches of snow in the Sandia foothills.

Embudito Canyon casts wonders even when it’s not covered in snow, like this spring that trickles between boulders. I want to climb more of the layers of rock, see what’s tucked under the snow up there. Snow-bewitched, I begin to try, but I know it’s unsafe, and I stop. Ice and slush don’t mix with the boulders’ smooth, sloping surfaces. I forgot to bring my microspikes today, which puts the rest of the canyon out of reach.

We arrived at the spring much sooner than I expected.

We both could have sworn there were  two miles of open canyon before the bouldering began. It just feels that way on a warm day in full sun.

We retrace our steps and decide to take the actual trail.

Yep, on our previous visits to Embudito, we mistook the throat of the canyon for the trail (judging from the footsteps, we’re not alone.) Somehow the little brown “trail” sign caught our attention today.

The path climbs the rocky canyon wall and somehow maintains a manageable angle (much more so than the nearby trail where I fell on cactus and mooned our great city). The sun warms this path and lots of feet travel it, so it’s mostly clear of ice. We gain altitude. Below, the well-trod path into the canyon’s mouth gleams like a road. Snow blankets boulders and cacti.

We climb until the path ahead turns steep and snowy enough that I don’t feel descending it would be safe. Damn forgotten microspikes. I’m sure that around that steep bend, I could peer down into that nook of canyon we didn’t quite reach. But not today.

Back at the bottom, we explore the wildland-urban interface, clusters of homes on one side, snowy, rocky wilderness on the other.

Everything, natural and unnatural, looks different, transformed by this winter’s abundance.

Hike length: 4.8 miles

Difficulty: moderate

Wildlife spotted: canyon wrens

Trail traffic: moderate

Watercolor-blue thumbs smudge the sky. Weather surrounds us.

Cool wind puffs as we ascend the boulder garden that is the Tram Trail.

Battle-gray clouds tuck into the crevasses of the Sandia peaks. Flurries dust us, then disappear. Sunlight washes the plains and the city below.

I’d forgotten you could see houses (ah, the wildland-urban interface) for almost this entire hike. It’s easy to forget that and remember only boulders nearly as large as those houses.

Under cloud, chill sets in. Sun emerges to bake a long climb.

One more ridge and I’m sure we’ll reach the high, rocky meadow I wanted to explore last time.

We gain the ridge. The cloud show dances on the Shield and the Needle. Late-afternoon rays warm the walls of Juan Tabo Canyon.

The meadow is nowhere. I spot a hill of rock two ridges away. I think the meadow must be near there. My husband doesn’t.*

Despite the ridge’s loveliness, it’s wind-whipped and cold in shadow. We can’t linger.

On our way down, something coalesces from the weather-smudges on the horizon. Wisps of white levitate between us and the volcanoes on the West Mesa.

Rain? Snow? Virga (precipitation that evaporates before it hits the ground)? Sun rays pulling a fast one?

I watch it nearly all the way down the mountain, but I can’t identify it.

As soon as we get in our car and pull onto Tramway, it’s gone.

Or is it?

Hike length: 5.5 miles

Difficulty: moderate

Wildlife spotted: jays, crows, chickadees

Trail traffic: light

*My husband was right. The meadow was on the Foothills Trail, not the Tram Trail.

Glitter shimmers in the dark.
It’s flakes of mica, sparkling in the stillness of a cave.

Miners once hewed mica out of this rock. Its jagged crystalline edges still poke from the ceiling.
These three caves once comprised part of Joseph’s Mine in the hills outside Ojo Caliente. We’ve reached it on an old two-mile dirt track from the Ojo resort.
We knew we were close when the rocks started to shimmer. The caves appeared high on a hillside, the slopes around them seeming to glitter.

Mica flakes litter the floor of the hollow beneath the caves. Rose quartz, mica, shale and more mingle.

From the caves, we clamber back to the two-track. A steep trail from it leads to an overlook above the caves. Mountains on the horizon show off their fresh topcoat of snow.

A bigger hill beckons. But the resort doesn’t recommend going further; the footing’s precarious, the topography confusing.
We head back, leaving the overlook’s chill behind. It’s below freezing and we can see our breath, but the sun-soaked hills insulate us.
Bobcat and elk tracks mark the road.
This is just a glimpse of what those long-ago miners must have seen out here.

Hike length: 4 miles, plus one for detours and exploring
Difficulty: moderate
Trail traffic: none
Wildlife spotted: blue jays, raven
TIP: This is the most sunbaked hike I have ever taken. It was 25 degrees when we started, but I was very warm almost the entire time. Even under my giant hat, the sun was an intense presence. I recommend this hike in winter. You could go really early if you want to avoid the most intense midday rays, but be prepared: Ojo winter mornings are extremely cold.

The hills above fill my vision. Fast breath fills my body as I climb the steep slope.
I turn and the land below falls away, opens a panorama, brown and green, white and blue. Snow-dusted hills stretch to mesa walls. Frosted mountain peaks tower on the horizon.
We’re wandering a cluster of hills above the spa at Ojo Caliente. As we climb, the hills  block the cold wind. Western bluebirds surprise us, darting among the junipers on the high sage plain.

The trail dumps us into an arroyo. Rivulets of snowmelt have sculpted the sand under our feet into marble. Red clay fingers poke from the arroyo walls. Small springs trickle beneath us, hardening to ice at the arroyo wall’s dark base.

The hills across the valley gleam in the last of the sun. Three structures glisten atop a hill. Those are the places to live, we decide, then realize at least one is a water tower.
Winter-bare trees alert us to water before we hear it. The Rio Ojo Caliente flows just a few steps from the arroyo’s end, at a truly heartening rate for a desert midwinter.

We follow the Rio to a historic barn, locked, and a labyrinth, which we pace in full.

We chose this hike solely because we could complete it by sunset from a late-afternoon arrival. In this one circuit of the landscape, the desert showed us so much.

Hike length: 3 miles
Difficulty: easy
Trail traffic: very light
Wildlife spotted: Western bluebirds, Steller’s jays, coyote tracks and burrows

We top a rise, and the path sloping down it transforms: red and white, beige and purple. We’ve chosen the Chalk Dust Trail, and it’s aptly named.

The trail twists us up and down the hills of Placitas. Snow-dusted peaks tower beyond. I’ve been off the trail for a month with various ailments. The hot sun and the cool wind pulse life back into me.

We see almost no wildlife, just a few small birds at the trailhead. But the rocks! Quartz and mica. Pyrite (fool’s gold). Fossilized seashells, embedded in rock and not. We even find potsherds for only the second time (the first was in these hills, too.)

Every time I stop to take a picture or a rest, a rock examination ensues.

I long to go all the way up to the snow zone, but my feet already throb. We retrace our chalk-dusty steps. My husband thumps a rock onto the ground. It makes a hollow sound, like the ground at White Mesa.

Clouds puff and stretch across the sky, bathing ridges in shadow.

We spot a doubletrack that leads toward a sweeping view of the snowy ridges.

My feet will just have to keep throbbing.

Hike length: 5.3 miles

Difficulty: moderate

Trail traffic: moderate, mostly mountain bikes