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| Snowshoeing | 9.00 Miles | 9 Hrs | | 1.13 mph |
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| no partners | | A snowshoe trip for the joy of snowshoeing. Turns out, most of the snowshoeing I have done on the Peaks, is easy. Short miles, and after 11,500' it is usually dense and consolidated. 9 miles here was exhausting, more so with my snowshoe breaking somewhere in the mix. After 12 years, the pin in one of the hinges is gone. I won't be doing any more snowshoeing this season until I repair them, as I don't really see me buying new ones for something I have done once a season for the last 5 years.
Beautiful country. Both on approach coming up the Rim, and on top. I followed the trail nearly perfectly until sometime north of FR 300. From then on I thought I was way off, but after inspecting the GPS route and topography, I was really close. Turns out, I was actually in the right spot and canyon, but I thought I was not as I have never been here in summer. It was taking me far longer than I thought it should have to reach Knoll Lake, and I was not that interested in seeing a lake as it is, and yet not frozen, so I started up a ridge to the east. This led me to a nice view of the Peaks, snow capped and beautiful.
From there, I followed a cleared path that must have been a summer jeep track or old logging road. This took me to FR 115, just north of mile marker 2. I followed 115 thinking it went south, when it actually meanders to the east, pointlessly adding miles. It was still nice, but days are short. Good thing I had my lamp for later. About 1/2 a mile after FR 91 met 115, I became annoyed that FR 115 was really tracking more east than I felt it should, despite a sign sometime before telling me FR 300 was 1 mile away. The sun was going down in a direction that made it obvious I didn't need to continue on 115, so I turned towards the sunset and proceeded cross country on another cleared path before crossing some low ridges, a flowing stream, and eventually coming out on FR 300 just east of the (visible in satellite images) cattle grate where the Coconino and A-S meet. From there, it was smooth sailing on 300 to the trail, my tracks, and my car, aside from my broken shoe which was usable but noticeably less stable. |
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