The weather these past two weeks decimated my hiking options.
Temperatures in the high 50s and low 60s melting the snow during the day and freezing it at night.
Hence, slippery ice and snow or unbearably deep. sticky mud!
So, I’ve been searching for trails that withstood the ravages of the weather
One was an abandoned road down the side of the canyon which was closed because of a rock slide several years ago.
Easy enough early one morning while the mud and snow were still frozen, though that changed the following day.
Another day took a mile loop around the top of a high place on the mesa. But too windy following days.
Tried one half way down the gorge which also had worse, deeper sticky muck.
Ended up hiking our road for a few days, which is mostly dry and firm and clear of snow now. Not so bad.
I’ve seen more wildlife on this road than in all the places I have ever hiked in the wild — rabbits, coyotes, elk, the largest buck I’ve ever seen, and the only rattle snake that ever coiled and rattled at me.
Then the past two days I hiked a loop trail in a place that is something like a park, with picnic area, [metaslider id=3004]nature trail signs and occasional park bench.
It is a preserve of ancient indian dwellings, Pot Creek Cultural Center.
Some years ago the US Forest Service spent a good deal of time and money on preserving it and had a live daily presentation of Anasazi way of life at this area.
But the place has gone to seed primarily because of a conflict between Taos Pueblo and Picuris Pueblo people, each of whom claims historic rights over it.
So it is disintegrating into further ruin.
Nonetheless, it is a beautiful setting and makes for a nice mile-and-a-half walk, which many locals take their dogs on.
The past two days I’ve taken Tessa around that loop. Today I took photos.
OK, so things are tough all over! So, how spoiled can you get?
Come on, now. I’m sitting on our patio writing this.
There’s a bit of a wind jostling the tips of the pines and junipers.
Some bird is squawking just out of sight.
And two huge ravens swoosh by.
There is not sight or sound of other human beings beyond our adobe casita out here in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.
Why not enjoy!