Into the Pecos Wilderness we went, and once close enough, we were officially off the grid. No cell phone service and no internet, so all those people who rely on that stuff to get you to trailheads: it’s not a good idea for this one.
I added a half hour onto our journey due to taking what I thought was the “slight left” the directions spoke of, only to be completely wrong by many miles. I was determined to find the trailhead, so although it seemed rather hopeless at times, I didn’t stop until we found it.
As we took the final turn to the parking lot, I thought that perhaps this little piece of paradise should be hard to find in order to keep it as unmarked by man as possible.
The creeks I hoped for met up with us right at the trailhead.
I was surprised to see that rivers rushed here. Fifty miles from downtown Santa Fe is an entirely different world. The Santa Fe River does run through the center of town, but it is a sad reflection of this so-called “creek.”
After a few roundabouts on the trail in the general vicinity, I accepted defeat-which lets face it isn’t really defeat: we still got to go on a hike in the woods.
We decided to take the safe approach and partook of the caves from our distant place across the water.
The terrain reminded me of the High Sierras. It was woods, but with a dash of desert.
As we crossed back over the bridge and into the campground, someone had fired up a grill. A tree stood between the sun and us, making the smoke magic.