Wisps of Smoke

 A few days ago, I noticed that a dry, exposed hillside above my house had taken on a new appearance. On closer inspection, I saw that the shrubs on the slope were covered with incredible whorled winged seeds. My naturalist neighbor informed me that this was mountain mahogany (Cercocarpus montanus; Rosaceae), which gets its common name from the shrub's hard, dense wood. She said that the appearance of the whorled seeds was a sure sign that autumn had arrived on the mountain. A horticulture book I have (High and Dry: Gardening with Cold-Hardy Dryland Plants) says that the plumose seed-heads resemble wisps of smoke in the leaves.

Surely, the whorls help with dispersal.  However, I picked off one of the seeds and dropped it; it fell straight down.  I expected to see the seed spin like a maple samara back East. 

The mountain mahogany hillside on Mt. Moriah (shrubs in foreground)

Hike to the Continental Divide

Yours truly at Thunder Pass--the Continental Divide--with Rocky Mountain National Park behind

Five members of the Red Feather Lakes Library (Colorado) Hiking Club (including me) climbed 1,502 feet in Colorado's State Forest State Park on Monday, August 20 to explore the American Lakes basin at treeline.  We started our five-mile each-way hike at 9,840 feet and turned around at 11,342 feet at Thunder Pass--the Continental Divide--at the northwest corner of Rocky Mountain National Park.

Our group on the American Lakes/Thunder Pass Trail approaching the American Lakes basin (extreme left of image)

Yours truly at Thunder Pass with the Nokhu Crags in the background

The American Lakes are also known as the Michigan Lakes.  They form the headwaters of the Michigan River, a modest stream that flows 69 miles out of the Rocky Mountains northward as a tributary to the North Platte River.  The American/Michigan Lakes lay at the foot of a glacial cirque that holds a much larger and deeper lake called Snow Lake.  Snow Lake discharges down a steep scree slope and feeds the American Lakes.  Several members of our group climbed up to barren, rocky Snow Lake, but I decided to join two others to ascend to Thunder Pass and the Continental Divide and Rocky Mountain National Park.

American (Michigan) Lakes, with the Snow Lake cirque in the background

Along our route, we spotted six moose (including five bulls) browsing in the alder and willow thickets at lower elevations.

Bull moose

Mountain Gentian

Elephant Head (the flowers, on close inspection, resemble a miniature elephant head)

This trek was a beautiful and dramatic experience that I'd like to repeat again.  The scenery was spectacular, the weather was perfect, and the company was great.  This was my second-best day so far since moving to Colorado.

Lady Moon Redux

 

I hiked the Lady Moon Trail in Roosevelt National Forest last week and liked it so much I got Kali to accompany me on a return visit on Thursday, August 16. She agreed that this likely will become our "go to" hike, although she did fall and scrape her shin pretty badly when the loose grit on the trail slipped from under her and sent her tumbling. We came across two fellows on the trail who live just up the street from us, and we met three representatives of the Poudre Wilderness Volunteers, an organized group of civilian rangers who look out for the trails in the national forest; one of them took our picture.

Kali at Disappointment Falls on Elkhorn Creek

On Lady Moon Trail

Cattle cooling off in the aspens

It's a banner year for currents; the bushes are producing a bumper crop everywhere

High in Colorado

Approaching the summit of Middle Bald Mountain

I joined the Red Feather Lakes Library (Colorado) Hiking Group on a short hike to the summit of Middle Bald Mountain ("Middle Baldy") in the Roosevelt National Forest on Monday, August 13.  The hike was short; we drove most of the way to the top, then climbed a few hundred feet to the summit.

The drive to approach the summit was long and challenging.  The route was almost completely on dusty dirt roads, and as the roads ascended, their quality deteriorated.  We ended up driving much more than hiking.

Nevertheless, the 360-degree view from the summit (11,002 feet) was spectacular.

View southwestward from the summit of Middle Bald Mountain

The best scenery lay to the southwest, where we could see snow patches in the mountains of the Rawah Wilderness and a portion of the Cache la Poudre River canyon.

Lunch at the summit.  North Bald Mountain (not bald) is in the distance at the right.

North Bald Mountain and South Bald Mountain (11,003 feet) were each about two miles away.

Yours truly (top left) at the summit with fellow hikers

Yours truly at the summit.  The deep cleft just to the left of me in mid-distance is the canyon of the Cache la Poudre River that rises in Rocky Mountain National Park

View eastward from the summit of Middle Bald Mountain

The east scarp of Middle Baldy is a dramatic, sheer drop of several hundred feet.  It was windy at the top--and more than a little scary to be at the edge.

The distance in the images is hazy because of the fires burning in California and, to a lesser degree, further west in Colorado.

Orange lichens; there were neon chartreuse lichens, too

A pasqueflower in bloom near the summit.  As its name implies, this should be blooming around Easter

After lunch at the summit, we hiked back to the trail and road that brought us near the peak.  This portion of the national forest is criss-crossed with very rough tracks used by off-road vehicles.  We decided to walk one of these woods roads for a short distance, but soon came across several noisy off-road vehicles in the forest.  Our group got discouraged and we retreated back down the mountain--a harrowing repeat of the drive up the mountain a few hours earlier.  Hikers hate ATVers.

Despite the short distance we covered, the view from the top made the trip worthwhile.

Lady Moon to Disappointment Falls

 

On Friday, August 10, I decided to tackle the Lady Moon Trail in Roosevelt National Forest.  The trailhead is located about eight mile from our house and is one of our closest public trails.  In addition, Internet searches revealed that the trail is scenic and relatively easy, with modest elevation changes.  Sounded good.  Kali declined to accompany me; she told me to "scout it out" and then she'd join me next time if I gave a good review.

The trail is named for Lady Catherine Moon.  She was an Irish working-class immigrant in the early 20th century with a very colorful reputation in our region.  She had four husbands, including Lord Cecil Moon, a British aristocrat who came to the area to seek his fortune in mining.  There is also a small lake in the area named in Lady Moon's honor.

The trail heads south out of the parking lot and almost immediately crosses a large, broad open meadow--Lady Moon Meadow.  Lady Moon Meadow, indeed all grassy areas in our neighborhood this year, are overwhelmed with grasshoppers--millions and millions of grasshoppers.  Dozens scatter with each footstep, and sometimes fly into my face, cling to my legs, and get in my clothing.  Harmless, but irritating. 

Lady Moon Meadow

One of billions

On the opposite side of the meadow, the trail begins to ascend gently and enters open ponderosa pine forest interspersed with aspen groves.  Large granite outcrops encroach on the trail from each side to lend some interest.  After about a mile, the north-south Lady Moon Trail intersects with the east-west Granite Ridge Trail, then diverges a short distance east.  From this point, the Lady Moon Trail begins to descend into the Elkhorn Creek valley.  Near the top of the divide, the Mummy Range in Rocky Mountain National Park, still bearing a few patches of snow, is visible on the horizon.

The Mummy Range bearing snow patches in Rocky Mountain National Park in the far distant haze

This venerable and ancient ponderosa pine was growing near the trail; it is hundreds of years old

As the trail approaches Elkhorn Creek, a spur trail splits off toward the west leading to Disappointment Falls.  Ruins of a homesteader's log structure mark the junction.

Along the trail to Disappointment Falls, I saw this Mountain Bluebird carcass in the grass, out in the middle of nowhere.  Mountain Bluebirds may be the most common birds along this trail.  This unfortunate bird may have been the victim of a predator.

The Internet information about this hike warned that Disappointment Falls would be less than impressive during the summer, but that it could really roar during spring snowmelt.  The cascade was pleasant, but the expanse of bare rocks adjacent to the falls bore witness to the fact that the falls grows in volume in the spring.

Disappointment Falls on Elkhorn Creek

After I enjoyed the falls, I retraced my steps back to the parking lot.  The entire hike was five miles round-trip.  I think this hike might become Kali's and my "go to" hike because it has a lot of varied scenery, it's pretty gentle, and the trail surface is mostly smooth dirt without a lot of rocks and tripping hazards.

Lady Moon Trail in an aspen grove

This was my best day yet in Colorado.  The skies were sapphire, the humidity was low, the scenery was spectacular, temperatures were in the low 80s, there was a nice breeze, and there was absolute silence (except for occasional birdsong and wind soughing through the ponderosas).  Heavenly!

REBOOT

I retired from my 30-year position as the executive director of a local Pennsylvania land trust on June 15, and four days later Kali and I headed west to start our new life in Livermore, Colorado, at 7,200 feet in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains northwest of Fort Collins.

I'm more physically active than Kali and take a lot of walks around our neighborhood, reporting back to her what I see when I'm out (partially as a way to try to encourage her to come out with me--so far, with relatively limited success).  In any case, Kali said I should keep a journal of my observations in our new habitat, so I decided to revive It Just Comes Naturally.

I'm not going to start from the beginning just yet; I'll probably catch up over the next few days.  I'm going to start with the walk I took yesterday (August 8).  Our rural development includes 400 acres of protected open space, and there is a trail system throughout.  Unfortunately, the trails are very lightly used and, thus, not particularly well maintained, but they are passable with some effort.  Yesterday, I walked on the gravel roads through out neighborhood to reach the Crellin Canyon Trailhead.  I descended Crellin Canyon, then caught the Sloan Trail that heads east, skirting a steep, rocky hillside mid-slope until I reached Mount Moriah, a  promontory just outside our house.

Looking back westward to the mouth of Crellin Canyon

Mount Moriah's south face; the north face is wooded.  There's a trail cairn on the right.

The whole hike covered a distance of about three miles, with a change in elevation of about 450 feet.  Along the way, I spotted three Canyon Wrens on Mount Moriah and a few American Robins in Crellin Canyon, but I was walking mid-day, so most birds were taking a siesta.

I've been using my cell phone camera a lot (as I did for these images).  They're not as good as the images produced by my Canon.  If I continue this journal, I'll start to use my Canon more frequently.

Stay tuned for more.