I'm going to put a few days of my Captain's Log here for all to read, some of it is fiction, some wishful thinking, and parts of it will even be true. There will be some swear words in it (not a lot) so if that will offend you maybe you had better not read it. Does this website use a swear-word filter? I will post approximately a day of log per calendar day.
Here is the first day:
Prologue
I am going to start this with a warning: if you go exploring in the Coranudas Mountains make damn sure you're prepared, there are very few other people around if you should need help! You must have sturdy boots. The thorns of the cacti can easily penetrated the sole of most boots right through to your foot. When hiking carry a small pair of pliers or forceps with you so you can remove any thorns. Since the footing on the loose stones is very unstable, the boots must be high enough to give good ankle protection and support. Use trekking poles, it makes crossing the lose stones so much easier! Take as much water as possible, you will need it. I have a Camelback given to me by one of my sons, it is perfect for this kind of situation. You will also need sunglasses, a hat and/or a shemagh. I use a wide brim hat as well as a shemagh around my neck. I thought I was going to be too hot, but it's amazing how much cooler the shemagh made me feel. It absorbs the sweat and the constant dry breeze evaporates it, cooling it down below ambient.
It was enjoyable, clambering over the rocks, seeing the wildlife, dodging the cacti, and then chancing on a beautiful drawing made by some struggling artist thousands of years ago. I doubt any of us will leave anything as memorable.
As much as I love the petroglyphs, the other reason I was at Alamo Mountain was to climb to the summit (32.032582,-105.638031). I had searched on the Internet and the route of choice to the top starts at the Alamo windmill (32.044379,-105.613709) on the NorthEastern flank. I tried to get there on both prior trips, but was thwarted by locked gates across the roads. This time I had a new route planned that looked promising, so I broke camp and set off. What trails Otero County euphemistically call roads are often nothing more than flattened grass, and that only if there was any to start with. It was very easy to lose the road and have considerable difficulty finding it again. But I persevered and then finally on the other side of the mountain the roads improved, and I could see the Windmill in the distance. I drove past it and up the trail toward the mountain until I could go no further, letting geology and physics decide where I was going to camp! It was too late for any exploring so I took advantage of the free time and relaxed.
Here is the first day:
Prologue
I am going to start this with a warning: if you go exploring in the Coranudas Mountains make damn sure you're prepared, there are very few other people around if you should need help! You must have sturdy boots. The thorns of the cacti can easily penetrated the sole of most boots right through to your foot. When hiking carry a small pair of pliers or forceps with you so you can remove any thorns. Since the footing on the loose stones is very unstable, the boots must be high enough to give good ankle protection and support. Use trekking poles, it makes crossing the lose stones so much easier! Take as much water as possible, you will need it. I have a Camelback given to me by one of my sons, it is perfect for this kind of situation. You will also need sunglasses, a hat and/or a shemagh. I use a wide brim hat as well as a shemagh around my neck. I thought I was going to be too hot, but it's amazing how much cooler the shemagh made me feel. It absorbs the sweat and the constant dry breeze evaporates it, cooling it down below ambient.
Day 1
This is my third trip to Alamo Mountain, and I decided to spend a few days photographing the petroglyphs on the Western flank. There's a small parking and camping area there (Google map coordinates: 32.024221,-105.654118 (anytime you see numbers like these they're from Google maps)). It was enjoyable, clambering over the rocks, seeing the wildlife, dodging the cacti, and then chancing on a beautiful drawing made by some struggling artist thousands of years ago. I doubt any of us will leave anything as memorable.
As much as I love the petroglyphs, the other reason I was at Alamo Mountain was to climb to the summit (32.032582,-105.638031). I had searched on the Internet and the route of choice to the top starts at the Alamo windmill (32.044379,-105.613709) on the NorthEastern flank. I tried to get there on both prior trips, but was thwarted by locked gates across the roads. This time I had a new route planned that looked promising, so I broke camp and set off. What trails Otero County euphemistically call roads are often nothing more than flattened grass, and that only if there was any to start with. It was very easy to lose the road and have considerable difficulty finding it again. But I persevered and then finally on the other side of the mountain the roads improved, and I could see the Windmill in the distance. I drove past it and up the trail toward the mountain until I could go no further, letting geology and physics decide where I was going to camp! It was too late for any exploring so I took advantage of the free time and relaxed.