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| no partners | | This was my second trip to the San Pedro Parks. I really needed a slow-paced, low-mileage weekend of fishing and relaxing. Spent Thursday night in Albuquerque, did some shopping and exploring.
4th of July morning, drove North on 550, meeting my buddy Bonita at the trailhead at 10am. Some sprinkles on the hike in, then bright sunshine for a while. This trail (Palomas Trail) has all of its elevation gain in the first mile or so. Very pleasant hike through Spruce forest and high parkland most of the way. A Biblical deluge hit around 3pm, forcing us into our shelters for about an hour and a half. Incredible lightning, thunder, rain, hail and sleet. I have never experienced a storm quite like it not in the safety of a house or car. When it was all over, the ground was saturated, as was almost all our gear. Luckily my down sleeping bag made it through unscathed. Friday night was wet but warm. Storms threatened all weekend, so we spent much of Saturday keeping wood dry and tending a fledgling fire, which finally roared to full flame that evening. Rio Grande Cutthroat Trout were aggressively biting on Caddis, and we bagged the limit in no time. Dinner was tasty. Rum and hot chocolate aplenty, a guitalele, and some old songs finished the night.
Bonita hiked out early Sunday. Fished some more Sunday morning before some storms threatened in the early afternoon. By this time my stupid dog was showing signs of stomach issues, so I decided to bail. It was only 4.5 miles back to the car, but she had a real hard time. Glad I left when I did. Every time I take her, the threshold for NOT taking her on a trip gets lower. Spent Sunday night in Bernalillo, and sure enough, she puked in the hotel room. Elk poop and grass, yum.
Glad I made it back there. Will certainly go back and explore more. I would like to see more of this place. Next time, no dog, more fishing. Oh, I left my party lights hanging from a spruce at camp. Off to REI I go. And two of my toenails fell off. |
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