Ridgewalking Along Loma de las Cañas

Although this hike was done a couple months ago (and I have some catching up to do), I still feel like it is deserving of acknowledgement in a post of its own.

Loma de las Cañas

I had been toying with the idea of posting this hike with the Mountain Club to take some folks out and go exploring. However, I'm always facing inner conflict on whether I want to explore solo or with a group. I ended up posting it on Friday as a last minute hike for Sunday. By the end of the day, no one had signed up, so I decided to nix it and do it Saturday solo. It was likely the best option, as the experience was utterly delightful!! ...and the weather for Sunday looked to be less than friendly.

First pour-off to get around

The day started out with negative potential. On a familiar stretch of road near my home in Los Lunas, I ended up getting pulled over for speeding. However, the officer who pulled me over was rather friendly and I was let off with a warning. So off to coffee, gas, and breakfast burritos I went! By the time I turned onto the Quebradas Backcountry Byway, just east of Soccoro, I was flying high. The sun was casting beautiful shadows among the hills, my burrito was excitingly delicious, and when my mouth wasn't full of that tortilla-wrapped breakfast medley, I was singing at the top of my lungs to Lady Gaga. Feel free to judge.

Beautiful sandstone bedrock

Rippled sandstone

I arrived at the parking area, got my stuff together, and headed east up Arroyo del Tajo. Right away I encountered a ten foot overhung drop that needed to be climbed around. Found a fun way up that avoided the brush on the side. Continued up the canyon and was enthralled by the grey limestone bedrock, red, yellow, and orange sandstone, and the beautiful skyline of the Loma de las Cañas ridge off to the southeast.

Peek at one of the peaks along the ridge

Farther up the arroyo, I took a right turn at a fork, continuing toward the ridge. Just beyond this fork, there was a short section of canyon where it narrowed into a red sandstone corridor. It was an odd sight, but a gorgeous one nonetheless! Farther still, I encountered spring water. A healthy spring, with its fair share of ice in the vicinity, was releasing water. I appreciated it for a moment and kept hiking. Soon enough, I came across an old homestead ruin with walls that stand surprisingly tall! Just beyond that, an old corral exists, and farther still is a short but dramatic little box canyon. The box ends in a 40 foot tiered pour-off. A steep trail heads up the north side of the canyon, but with care one can scale the pour-off.

Narrow section of canyon

Spring seeping out of the ground here

Beautiful homestead site

Collapsed ceiling beams

Just above this box is where I began my ascent of the ridgeline, which was directly south of me now. It was about two miles to this point. I came up the northeast side of the first peak along the ridgeline. This looked like an intimidating peak from the west, with a potentially craggy summit cap. However, a little routefinding was all that was needed to tag the peak. The wind had picked up a little, so I took a short break on the west side of the peak and finished off what little was left of my burrito.

Old corral

Looking into box canyon from the top

Looking towards first peak along ridge

From here the story is mostly the same for each peak along the ridge. I hiked down off the peak, found a way onto the next peak (staying true to the ridge when possible), sometimes getting into scrambling, and then repeating the steps toward the next peak. On the southern end of the ridge, there was a bit of steep rock between the last two peaks. Getting onto the last peak I managed to find a easy 3rd class route that likely could've been bypassed. Getting off the peak was a more interesting endeavor. The threat of getting cliffed out on already steep terrain is very real all along the western edge of the ridgeline. Routes I had originally thought to work, when viewed later were verified to have cliffed out. Luckily, I found an incredibly steep zig-zagging route down through the various bands. It was slow going since there was a lot of loose rock, but it went. It was quite fun!

Looking at second peak from first peak

Looking toward the Magdalenas with other peaks near Socorro visible

Below cliff band near first peak

Looking back at first peak from second

From this point, I took an arroyo that trended northwest until it connected to a larger arroyo that I knew would run into the road. Sure enough, it ended up at the road only a half mile from the car. I trotted back toward the car, very happy at the fun-filled traverse that I have always wanted to do since my first visits out to the Quebradas. All in all, the loop was between 5 and 6 miles.

I know the story started off with a lot of potential and excitement which then sort of became more vague as it went on. I started to write this just a few days after the hike, but neglected to finish it. I finished it a couple months later. So hopefully the pictures make up for the lack of power in words, though pictures never do these places justice either. Hope you all enjoyed this recount, but as always, don't take my word for it...get out and see it for yourself!

Ocotillo

Looking at southern end of ridgeline from the west

Beautiful colors in the sandstone

Looking back at the ridgeline from near the arroyo junction

Desert Camping Weekend (Cañon Jarido, La Ventana Mesa, Empedrado WSA, and Mesa San Luis)

Ojo Jarido Spring

This weekend, I needed some time to myself. So throughout the week, I began planning what shenanigans I should get myself into. First I thought, perhaps I'll go south and explore some slot canyons in the southern Gila. Then I had the thought of visiting pueblitos and arches south of Navajo Lake. Then I stumbled upon the idea of visiting the vast region north of Cabezon, but southwest of Cuba.

Cañon Jarido in the morning twilight

I left work on Friday with a plan. Drive up north to Cañon Jarido, find a nice spot to park, roll out the sleeping bag, and sleep in my car. As suspected, I had a difficult time finding the correct road off of the main dirt road. I unsuccessfully attempted three roads that went toward my destination, but all quickly deteriorated to a condition I didn't feel comfortable driving in, at least at night. After a fourth attempt, I found the correct road, which, albeit not great, was better than the others. I laid in my sleeping bag with the wind blowing against the car to lull me to sleep.

Beautiful sunrise!

Fenced off and healthy spring

Woke up Saturday morning to a chilly 24 degrees outside. Coldest temps I've camped in yet! It was manageable though, and well worth it to wake up in such a beautiful location! I was between low-rising hills to the south and steep sandstone walls to the north. I saw my destination just ahead of my car, so I opted to warm myself up by going for a quick stroll before breakfast. I found a nearby geocache and then strolled over to a large arching "cave". Inside this cave exists something I have never seen before...a Navajo Star Ceiling.

X's on the ceiling represent stars

Faint stars on the ceiling roughly 50 feet up

On the roof of this cave exist many small x's. These x's represent stars, but the meaning behind them is somewhat lost. Some believe the stars represent specific constellations that are significant to Navajo and their religion, while others believe the stars are random and meant to simply signify the protection given by the stars (again, a Navajo belief). However, I am no archaeologist, and I simply admire these features with awe and appreciation. Nearby, the remnants of an old homestead remain, with a small nook carved into a boulder that was one of its walls. Was this nook for storage? Fire? I'm not sure, but it was interesting to see.

Nearby homestead ruin

Carved into the boulder on edge of ruin

I explored the area further after this, where I found one site that I suspect is rubble of an ancient structure, and lots of pot sherds in certain pockets. I simply admired it, leaving everything where and as it was. The mesa tops were so beautiful with the entire edges being a sandstone wonderland. After some more wandering, I headed back to the car for my second hike of the day over near La Ventana Mesa.

Mesa top wandering

Another seep spring site

I stepped out of the car at the parking area for the Continental Divide Trail, hoping the wind wasn't as bad as the uniform angle of the grasses implied. It was. I put on an extra layer and just started hiking south on the CDT. The hike in wasn't terrible, as I was hiking with the wind. However, I was not oblivious to the fact that the hike back (into the wind) was going to be a little less than enjoyable. En route to Jones Canyon, the CDT is very easy to follow. A combination of well built cairns and white-topped posts line the trail, sometimes as close as 20 feet apart from one another. As you near the rising western slopes of La Ventana Mesa, you begin to encounter more sandstone features, which always enrich any hiking experience in my book.

Jones Canyon Spring and alcove

It's hard to miss the Jones Canyon spring. As you hike the CDT and pass the small side canyon that branches off the main Jones Canyon, there is a big and obvious sign pointing the way, distance, and providing the knowledge that the spring water must be treated. From this point if you look north you can spot the large homestead ruins. Staying in the arroyo will bring you right to the spring, which was solid ice on my visit. Above the spring is a large overhung alcove, providing bountiful shade opportunity on sunny days. The main canyon south of this spring is where I'm lead to believe one may find petroglyphs and pueblo ruins, but I was unable to spot them on my exploration as I left the mesa later.

Homestead ruin

Slickrock hiking on the CDT

After visiting the impressive homestead ruins, I continued up the CDT to where it follows the spine of La Ventana Mesa, making side trips here and there to locate geocaches.The terminus of my hike was a location on the north end of La Ventana Mesa, just less than three quarters of a mile off trail. This required navigating through one cliff band, which I found an easy down climb location to get through. After this it was wandering through beautiful juniper dotted hills, skirting an occasional sandstone drainage. I arrived at my destination shortly thereafter...a point with spectacular views in ALL directions! The Nacimiento Mountains to the northeast, the Jemez Mountains and Red Mesa to the east and southeast, and incredible views of the whole stretch of La Ventana Mesa from north to south. Just below this viewpoint lie the bare bones of an old Navajo hogan. The walls still stood for a couple feet above the ground but most of the structure has deteriorated and vanished. Some large, blank, pot sherds remain within the boundaries of the hogan. What a place to live! I couldn't help but ponder if whoever inhabited this hogan knew of a nearby spring or if they hiked down to the Rio Puerco for their water. Though I suppose it would've been easier to hike back to Jones Canyon Spring than to hike all the way down to the Rio Puerco.

Southern views of La Ventana Mesa

Northern views of La Ventana Mesa and the Nacimiento Mountains

Faintly visible hogan site

The hike back was beautiful, with views of Mesa Portales to the north most of the way. The wind was less than amicable. They were probably a steady 20+ mph in the lower and more open areas, and gusting close to 50 mph along edges of Jones Canyon. I wandered the cliff bands throughout the canyon, keeping my eyes peeled for any signs of historic visitation, but my untrained eyes didn't catch anything. Surely, the penetrating winds had no part in the short duration of my visit.

Parking/camping spot out in the Empedrado/La Lena WSA region

I arrived back to my car, happy to find windless shelter within its confines. I drove back to 550 and then south, getting off the highway on the road to Cabezon and San Luis. I could have just driven BLM 1102 from near my CDT hike all the way south, but didn't want to risk any lost time by coming across any washouts or general conditions that I couldn't navigate. So I drove up the southern end of 1102 to a jeep road where I drove west into the Empedrado WSA. I camped off the road in my car again, listening to the brutal and relentless winds outside. As I was reading in my car, I couldn't help but think "I should've brought a sudoku book or something!" That's the only downside of camping at this time of year, where the sun is set by 5 o'clock and the winds knock the wind chill down into the single digits. Eventually I bundled up, curled up in my sleeping bag, and slept the night away.

Badlands below unnamed mesa

Unnamed mesa with a prominent "bow" like feature

The next morning, I woke up to see a line of cows making their way to the large man-made pond just north of me. The first spot they came to appeared to be solid ice, so they wandered around until they found a spot thin enough to break and drink from. It was a cozy 17 degrees! Now THAT is my current coldest camping temperature. Luckily, sleeping with three layers of pants, four layers of shirts, a sleeping bag, a blanket inside the sleeping bag, and another blanket on top of the sleeping bag were all enough to keep me warm enough to sleep through the night, despite the frozen condensation on a few of the windows.

Neat erosional features

Little ruin structure

After eating a quick breakfast, the sun had warmed things up a bit and I was ready to get going. That day, my plan was to visit several geocaches in the region in order to get a starting point of exploration. First I hiked northwest toward the base of a large unnamed mesa that lies just north of the Empedrado wash. There were some spectacular badlands with varying colors of hoodoos beneath the towering mesa walls. After a short hike along the base of this mesa (which prompted me to post a hike with the Mountain Club to come back and explore the mesa proper), I hiked cross country a few miles south to visit some more geocaches. These other two were placed in locations that highlighted some of my favorite aspects of the desert: sandstone canyons and limitless views. This visit farther south definitely piqued my interest and I cannot wait to get back out here to wander these sandstone drainages further! I came up one short slickrock canyon en route, finding one small ruin site, and came to the prime destination which was a pocket of sandstone domes that were reminiscent of Moab-area landscapes.

Shallow slickrock canyon

Downstream view of little slickrock tributary

Leaving this sandstone wonderland, I headed back east to reconnect with the CDT. I traveled along the edge of Mesa San Luis to get there, where more of that beautiful sandstone and badland-studded mesa country was just beckoning! As I neared the CDT, I dropped off the top of the mesa to wander some of the drainages. I found one that had a short slot section with big dryfall that would've required a rappel to descend directly. Immediately after, I found another with a short arch that crossed the narrow sandstone drainage. Beyond this I hiked below some beautifully eroded cliffs and boulders, climbing up there to reconnect with the CDT. From the CDT travels north through a deep wash that drops down off the mesa to the south.

Sandstone dome in a sandstone wonderland!

The short stretch following this was another section that ignited a fervor for exploration! So much erosion, so much sandstone, so much color! There is a reason I consider myself a desert rat...this is by far the greatest landscape of all, and if you look around, there isn't another soul here to spoil the silence and the views. After exiting the last of the sandstone-decorated wash, the trail travels cross country toward Empedrado Wash. At a certain point I left the trail again to head back toward the car, but visiting one last pocket of white sandstone country before leaving. I saw what looked like a short slot leading into the white bluffs, so felt I must certainly visit it to see if my eyes were deceiving me or not.

Views of Cabezon, Cuate, Santa Clara, and Guadalupe from my lunch spot

Upon reaching the bluffs, I found that my first hopeful slot was not a slot at all, but merely a short dryfall that was recessed into the cliff band. My second hopeful slot, however, was an actual slot, probably only 50 feet long and with a couple of big drops to negotiate getting in and out of it. It was a lovely way to end the 8.5 mile long loop through this under-appreciated country.

Small arch in a tribuary on the edge of Mesa San Luis

To top off the day, I wanted to hide a geocache I've intended to hide for months. On my way out, I stopped somewhere along BLM 1102 to hike down into the main arroyo that follows the road all the way back to CR 279. There is a lovely tributary of this arroyo that passes through a short slot-like section, complete with slumps you must travel beneath, a small bridge you travel beneath near the beginning, and a double bridge near the exit of the tributary. It is short, but it is a lovely surprise hidden right off the road! Managed to neglect photos of this spot this time around. After revisiting this area, hiding my geocache, and hiking back to the car, I left the region feeling so satiated, though my ironic thirst for the desert was only just beginning to feel quenched.

Small white sandstone slot

Peering out of slot

So if you stuck around all the way to the end, congratulations! I don't have anything to award you, but hopefully you didn't feel like it was a total waste of your time, and hopefully it inspired a desire for you to look more into this wonderful landscape north and northwest of Cabezon Peak. As always, don't just take my word for how unique and worthwhile this region is...get out and find out for yourself!