Hello...more jaunting around pictures.
So on Friday we headed an hour south (has a more agricultural vibe) to check out the 299,000 acre Sevilleta National Wildlife Refuge. Despite being advertised as home to bears, mountain lions, wolves, pronghorn elk, owls, snakes, prairie dogs, boar and coyotes, we saw nothing. Not even a bird. The only living creatures, besides us and the occasional trail walker, was this “herd” of ants moving a giant nut. Ha! I’m sure this was a task of utmost importance and, what a feast for the clan.
However, like idiots we said, “Yes, let’s walk the 3.8 mile trail to the top of the mesa.” As mentioned, 2 miles is my walking limit but the day was sunny and breezy and it was quiet and desolate and they looked soooo tempting. What would we see once we got up there??
the mesa approach...
getting a bit higher, arroyo in canyon...
The mesas were about 11 stories high and the well-marked trail was meandering and not TOO steep. Luckily, there were strategically placed benches and we sat on every one and sipped water (only one shared bottle so a very valuable resource.) The view at the top of the mesa was just awesome and I learned later that the huge sweeping expanse of grassland I was seeing marked the beginning of the Chihuahuan Desert which extends into Mexico. The 7000 feet high mountain range off in the distance that surrounded the whole scene were called the Los Pinos. And apparently, this refuge is home to 4 biomes - the Pinon Juniper Woodlands, Colorado Plateau Shrub Steppe, Chihuahuan Desert, and Great Plains Grasslands. Hooray for all those things!
pictures never do justice to how it feels being there...
I have to say though, that the way DOWN the mesa was a total nightmare and if I knew that at the start, there’s NO WAY I would have attempted this. None. The meandering steps were rocks and timbers but very steep and narrow with nothing to hold onto and one side dropped straight down.
ugh, almost another mile down to the visitor center...
I actually sat on my butt and scooted down like I was in yoga class despite hub groaning, “Oh no. Don’t sit down.” (You fool!) But tough, I wasn’t ready to die yet. When I got up and off the steps there was still more treacherous walking along a ridge only as wide as our feet with drop offs on BOTH sides. I kept my eyes focused on my feet like I was drilling holes in them, all the while whining and cursing until we finally got back onto the wide, flat, and safe trail. Look, I’m no experienced intrepid hiker and adventurer….just a curious old lady who has no place going into some of the places I go into.
Oh well. I conquered and saw and didn’t die.
And I survived to tell the tale.
Lucky youse…