CDT Day 127

CDT Day 127 — October 30
Arroyo Chavez
to Cerro Colorado
Hard As Rock Camp
to Ice Cold Mesa Camp

Miles hiked: 27.9
Total miles: 2256.6

Sun, check.  Clear sky, check.  Warm day, nope.  Some meteorological stuff that I’ll probably never understand somehow transformed a bluebird day into one of the coldest that we’ve had on trail thus far.  It was hard to get a handle on the nominal temperature through the arctic wind chill, but I can say with confidence that the number doesn’t matter one bit when you’re hiking in all your layers, hands in pockets, with a popsicle nose and frozen water.  Cold is cold, freezing cold is freezing cold, and it is no fun to eat couscous while it freezes on the spoon.

The wind died down in the night, but I still slept restlessly, turning over and over like a tubesteak on the rollers at a 7-Eleven.  At least they’re heated.  I had been a little cold all night, too.  When SpiceRack and I finally mustered the courage to get moving around 7:30am, my thermometer showed the temp to be around 10°F and the wind was picking up again.  Even wearing all my warm layers, I needed to keep moving in order to stay warm.  My face was soon numb and I tried to look away from the wind as much as possible. Spice and I moved between juniper trees along the cliff’s edge, hunched against the blast, not saying anything, struggling forward without any other option.  I kept a water bottle in my jacket to thaw so that I would have something to drink if I ever felt the need.

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How can such a sunny place be so cold?

I gotta admit, the first morning leg was pretty lame.  Even when the sun began blasting us through the clear sky, I was just about as cold as I can remember ever being.  A few hills here and there offered brief respite from the chill, but never enough for a break.  Around some cliffs, then across a flat.  We kicked through some tall grass to a spigot and trough looking for water.  All we needed to do, supposedly, to turn on the flow was turn the red plastic handle.  I tried, but it was frozen in place.  Shoot, no water here.  Luckily, with it as cold as it was, we still had plenty to make it 8 more miles to the next source.  There might not have been water, but a break was still in order.  I followed Spice into the empty trough for a sit-down out of the wind.  Even with full sun and no wind, I left colder than when we got there.

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Good for cruising, no hands needed.

One thing in our favor was the terrain.  Super flat and good for cruising with hands in pockets.  It warmed up just enough for me to look around and appreciate where I was. Following cairns and posts across a sandy plain between a band of cliff and Cabazon Peak, I was struck by the beauty of the empty landscape, and why the heck there was a house over there.  Who is living out here?  Why?  We popped down into a dry riverbed, then back up for the final miles to lunch.

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Clear on top, green on bottom.  At least it’s liquid.

Ojo Frio Spring looked nastier than the trough it fed.  Spice and I scooped surprisingly clear water from a concrete circle, avoiding the green algae.  She mixed her treatment drops, I hung my filter from a tree.  We hunkered behind a bush, ate all the things, and felt warm for the first time today.  We learned via text that the rest of the hiking crew, who were a half-day behind us after spending a night in Cuba, had somehow been forced to hitch back there after finding the water cache at the paved road frozen solid this morning.  Good thing we left town when we did.  We had expected water difficulties in New Mexico, but not because it was all frozen.  Spice and I were just skating by and we decided not to trust any easily frozen piped sources or springs while it stayed this cold.  Only nasty cow trough water for us.

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Trees and sweat.  Goodbye, Cabazon.

We left for the big climb of the section up to the mesa that surrounds Mount Taylor at around 3pm.  Protected from the wind for the first time today, I finally got to take some layers off and actually started sweating as the trail switchbacked between benches of changing flora.  By the time we reached the top, ponderosa pine were a thing again and Cabazon didn’t look so tall anymore.  We shifted back into flat-cruise mode and hiked about as fast as we could while we still had daylight.  The trail meandered between meadows and trees first west, then south as the sun sank lower and I got colder.  Wind woooooed in the tree tops, but it was also straight up cold now. Eventually I was back in all my layers and bouncing cairn to cairn by headlamp.  Spice’s light bobbed away behind me and we traded groans and cries of frustration as the all but invisible lava rocks rolled, twisted, and stubbed our ankles and toes.

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There goes the sun and every last shred of warmth with it.

Trail turned to dirt road, stars speckled overhead, feet turned to stumps, smiles turned to tears, dinner time came and went.  We pushed on out of the trees, feeling the chill of a meadow, then back into them, finding a flat spot to camp immediately after calling it a day.  Tent up, curry couscous in hand.  It froze to an icy mixture before I could even finish the small portion.  My Oreos fared better and I munched them buried deep in my quilt.  I snuggled as close as I could to Spice.  That was a cold day, and it will probably be a cold night.

5 thoughts on “CDT Day 127

  1. Vicky Williamson December 1, 2019 — 7:44 pm

    Kia Ora, Owen and SpiceRack, I can’t believe how cold the climate is for you and I really feel sorry for you. You mention gloves and I wonder why you don’t have mittens. A New York friend explained to me that they wear mittens in winter because it keeps the hands warmer as there is less chilled airspace between the fingers. I need to tell you that you need to be eating more nutritional food in such a climate and on such a long walk – I’m your grandmothers’ age so I claim that right!! Your photos are wonderful because they capture the beauty of nature so well but also the magnificence of the land and the challenges you overcome. Keep on keeping on. Kia kaha. Vicky

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks for the compliment, Vicky. I’ve found that these pictures tend to capture themselves. I’m bound to get something interesting being out there all day, but I do try to show y’all what it is like.
      And yes, mittens would probably be a smart thing to have. SpiceRack actually has a pair. I used some old gloves that I’ve had for a long time now. Honestly, if I had known how cold it was going to get, I would have brought a warmer pair, or mittens. But with the end so close I decided to just walk with my hands in my pockets instead. Not ideal, but it works.


  2. Why would desert be so cold (EVEN at daytime)?! Beyond belief.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I know, dude. It was pretty unbelievable. The wind more than anything almost made it unbearable.


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