North Sandia Peak (10,447 ft.)
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September, 2013: This peak, while highly visible from the north, is
actually unranked. My real purpose in heading up toward it was to
scout out its neighbor to the south, the Needle, which is ranked,
and one of the most challenging climbs on the Sandia Crest quad. If I
had had more time,I would have made at least a start at climbing the
Needle, but I was under time constraints and couldn't do a really
long day.
I
started from the only trailhead available that doesn't have a parking
fee attached: the Tunnel
Springs
trailhead far on the north side of the Sandia massif. As it turned
out, this didn't matter on this particular trip, as, due to her own
schedule constraints, my darling Suzanne had agreed to drop me off at
the trailhead in the morning and then pick me up at the end of my
hike. But, if you're planning this route without a helpful driver,
you'll appreciate the fact that you can leave your car at this
trailhead on any schedule that suits you without having to pay a fee.
The
Tunnel Springs trail connects to the main Crest Trail in two ways:
There's a long, gently sloped loop which takes off to the east from
the parking lot, or a much shorter, steep and loose trail up the
drainage directly to the south which quickly makes the connection. I
had taken the long route the previous summer with my brother, coming
down the drainage for a loop. Based on this experience, I knew that
the short route was entirely doable, and would suit my needs well on
this trip. So, up it I went. I found the route better than I
remembered, easy to follow and occasionally cairned, and in about 25
minutes I was on the first of many switchbacks of the Crest Trail.
The
trail wanders east and west, up to and away from the actual crest, in
long, lazy switchbacks, as it heads generally south and up. Along the
way, it meets several other trails coming up from the east (none from
the west!). For this reason, the whole gently sloped eastern side of
the massif is covered with a network of trails, a potential runner's
paradise. Along the way, I found myself signing my song of the day:
the love theme from “The Umbrellas of Cherbourg” (in both English
and French). Why? No idea.
Up
to 9,200 feet or so, the vegetation is dominated by scrub brush and
grasses, but, finally, the trail plunges into a stand of actual
trees. From there on, the landscape begins to resemble what I'm more
accustomed to seeing in Colorado: Aspen forests, mixed with a bit of
evergreen, and a forest floor of leaf litter and wildflowers. Asters
in particular were out in abundance.
At
the first western overlook where the trail briefly comes out of this
forest, I found the junction of the “10K” trail (apparently
popular with cross country skiers in the winter), as well as their
first view of the summit of North Sandia (see photos). There is also
a low wall of stonework, which I assume was built by the WPA some
eighty years ago. In fact, most of the overlooks featured some sort
of structure of this sort, which provides a convenient place to sit
and enjoy the view.
Plunging
back into the forest, I got out my GPS and began looking for the best
place to leave the trail and head west and up to the summit. I
actually backtracked a bit after going farther south than the
literature latitude of the summit. In the end, I more or less
arbitrarily picked a spot which seemed to be roughly on the ridge and
sported a relatively sparse tree cover. It only took a few minutes to
get to where I could see that the slope was relenting and the summit
could not be far away. I could also see, finally, the Needle, which I
stopped to photograph.
Then,
as I turned uphill again, I made a discovery. There _is_ a
trail leading to the summit, even though it doesn't appear on the
topo map. To my surprise, I met a group of three hikers who had come
from the south. From them, I learned that the trail comes off of the
main Crest Trail somewhere between Sandia and North Sandia. Looking
to minimize the bushwhacking, I followed the trail down for a ways,
but decided to go back to bushwhacking before reaching the trail. I
didn't have to bushwhack much to re-connect with the main trail.
After
one slight scare where the trail didn't seem to look familiar—leading
me to think I might somehow have missed a turn—I once again spied
known landmarks and sped on down. The sun came out and stayed out
about 5 hours into my hike. So, I slathered on some sunblock, and
considered taking off my pant legs. I considered it, but didn't do
it, because I wasn't really hot, and that would have required more
sunblock.
On
the last leg, I found the gully back to the trailhead to be easier
than I remembered. Maybe it was just familiarity, as this was time
number three, but the trail is actually easy to follow, cairned here
and there, and really no worse than Class 2+. One last summer hike!
Photographs
are at:
RT:
13.6 mi., 7 hrs., 40 min.
Vert.:
~4,000 ft.
Long
life and many peaks!