I don't remember if I have mentioned it or not in this diary, but
I love living in New Mexico.
Have I said that before?
Yesterday in Michigan it was cold and overcast and snowing. In
the northern part of the state my parents got a foot of snow.
Now granted, colder weather is on the way, but the lure of a walk
in the wilderness when the temp was a balmy 60 degrees was just
too much to resist.
Yeah, I know, I should be studying. But then as some folks know,
I like 2fers. Multitasking. You know, sitting in class and surfing
Anyhow, during my 3 and a half hour hike I did get through 3 hours
of Contracts review, which made our "live" review on campus
this morning all the more worthwile.
I set off to find what is known as the "Eye of the Sandias."
As you can see, I walked up a bunch, and down a bunch.
And if you look at the bottom of the map you can see two red lines
that kind of go off and stop. Those would be dead ends, trails that
led off to the right and poof, stopped.
As I was walking back from the first dead end I ran into a couple
who were also looking for the "Eye." I told them that
I was on the wrong trail and I knew it by checking my gps. I also
told them I had the course plotted out. The woman of the two decided
that it was going to be full steam ahead and she charged off ahead
of me. Not long after, we found ourselves again, down a short wrong
path. They saw me and I retreated and rejoined the path.
I looked back and never saw them again.
That was a long way to hike and not get to the finish line.
The way she stormed past me I kind of got the drift that she was
thinking something along the lines of "who the F needs men
Well, you may not need a man sister, but you sure as hell could
have used my GPS.
They never made it to the Eye. But then again, it was another 600
feet uphill to get there.
Maybe they were the smarter ones.
The eye first showed up sometime in the 1960's and was then repainted
in 2002. Local legend states that the Eye represents sadness over
the encroachment of the city on the mountain.
After a short rest and a change of CD's for my review, I decided
to see if I could do a 3fer - and combine this hike with another
that just a short distance away. There was no official connecting
trail between the two, but sure enough, some people had worn a path
headed on over to the second route down the mountain.
As you can see, it was starting to get late, and I still had a
little over 2 and a half miles to go.
I found a way down a rather significant boulder field and set out
down the mountain.
By the way, remember, that in many ways, it's harder to go downhill
than up. Sure you don't have the exertion, but have the slipping
and sliding and your legs are not at all used to all that downhill
That's one of the reasons that if you run into me on the trail,
you'll note that I always hike with two hiking poles. They are the
greatest, especially on a steep downhill grade.
Still a mile or so from the car, I took a break to just sit and
look over the city.
It's a great time of day to be perched above the city.