New Mexico – Page 4 – The (Mostly) True Adventures of Lupe

South Baldy & Peak 10281, Magdalena Mountains, New Mexico (5-15-21)

Days 7 & 8 of Lupe’s 1st Summer of 2021 Dingo Vacation to New Mexico!

5-14-21, 11:48 AM, W of Socorro – This must be the place! The plaque Lupe stood next to squinting in the sunlight mentioned both South Baldy, high point of the Magdalena Mountains, and Water Canyon. No doubt the paved side road leaving Hwy 60 here was either USFS Road No. 235, or would turn into it at some point.

Magdalena Fault plaque at the turn off Hwy 60 to Water Canyon. Photo looks NW.

On the road to Water Canyon. Photo looks SW.

The pavement ended 4.7 miles from Hwy 60 at a picnic ground where the road divided. Straight ahead was a parking area next to a green field. No. 235 made a jog to the L before disappearing up Water Canyon. The other choice was a R turn on a road that wound a short distance up to the Water Canyon campground.

**Water Canyon** from the road to the campground. Photo looks ENE.

Are we going to climb South Baldy (10,783 ft.), SPHP?

Yeah, but not today, Loop. Not after Sierra Blanca (11,973 ft.) yesterday. Let’s hang out here in Water Canyon and recuperate. You can doze or sniff around while I catch up the trip journal.

Still plenty of time, SPHP! Why waste it? Didn’t you say that Jobe just drove his Rubicon to the top, or close to it? And Covill told us something like that, too, when we visited him just the other day. With our new RAV4, we ought to be able to knock out South Baldy this afternoon!

True enough! I read Jobe’s trip report, and he didn’t seem to think much of this one, basically just a drive up. And Dave did more or less agree.

So, here we are! Let’s get with it, SPHP!

Oh, I don’t know, Loop. South Baldy is a big mountain. 3,800+ feet of prominence and high point of the Magdalena Range. Hate to trivialize it by simply driving to the top. Sometimes the experience is what you make of it. There’s a South Baldy trail that goes most of the way, and I was thinking it might be more fun to explore the trail.

And a lot more work, too! Not terribly efficient, SPHP, but I’m fine with it, if that’s what you want to do. Remember to bring plenty of water, though! For a place named Water Canyon, I’m sure not seeing any.

The campground was free, so SPHP grabbed a spot. By late afternoon, despite several brief sniffs around the campsite, Lupe was bored.

**Magdalena Mountains** from the campground. Photo looks SSW.

Got that trip journal caught up yet, SPHP?

Yup! Just finished! Want to take a stroll up Water Canyon, Loop?

The Carolina Dog did. SPHP drove back down to the parking area next to the green field, and Lupe set out across it.

It was hot out in the sun. Fortunately, the forest beyond the green field provided plenty of shade. Lupe discovered a trail near a dry stream bed. Not a drop of water anywhere, but she had a good time exploring.

After nearly 0.75 mile, Loop came a narrow gorge of exposed blue-gray bedrock worn smooth by water in some wetter era. A tiny trickle ran down these rocks into a single small pool below.

*Look at this! Actual water in **Water Canyon**!*

The murky pool was scarcely big enough to accommodate Lupe, but she plunked herself right down in it, emerging two-toned moments later, her lower half black with mud.

That felt great! So refreshing! You ought to try it, SPHP!

Umm, yeah. Thanks, but no thanks! Glad you enjoyed it, but you’re not getting into the new RAV4 dripping with mud like that.

To forestall any possibility of Miss Mudhole returning to the RAV4 before thoroughly dried out, further reconnaissance was done in this region. Turned out that the Mesa Trail No. 13 trailhead was located just above the mudhole. USFS Road No. 235 went right by it. A sign warned that only 4WD vehicles were allowed beyond this point, at least somewhat vindicating the decision to spare the new RAV4 such abuse.

5-15-21, 5:30 AM, 59ºF – SPHP parked the RAV4 at the Mesa Trailhead, and Lupe got off to an early start. The sign lied. Not a darn thing wrong with this road! The G6 could have made it. Climbing steadily, USFS Road No. 235 headed up Water Canyon, so wide and smooth that it made the whole excursion rather dull. Lupe passed a series of small blue and white numbered signs. Interest in them faded once SPHP realized they marked the locations of culverts under the road. Such exciting stuff!

After more than a mile, the road curved sharply L. A sign appeared up on an embankment on the R. South Baldy Trail No. 11! Did anyone bother taking it anymore? Or does everyone just drive to the top? Maybe the trail had fallen into such disuse that it would simply fade away? The American Dingo was about to find out.

Setting out on South Baldy Trail No. 11.

South Baldy Trail No. 11 turned out to be a good single track. Heading W, Lupe climbed steadily along the S side of a forested canyon. Not much to see at first except the forest, but the seclusion was fabulous! Much better than the road hike had been!

After nearly 0.75 mile, the trail crossed over to the N side of the canyon. Fewer trees grew on this slope, although there were still many bushes. At 8,280 feet, Lupe came to a switchback where there were initial views back down the canyon, and of a partially forested high point to the S.

Hey, Loop! That might be South Baldy!

Canyon view after passing the switchback at 8,280 feet. **Buck Peak (9,085 ft.)** (R). Photo looks SE.

**South Baldy** in the distance on the L? Photo looks SSW.

Beyond the switchback, the trail continued to climb steadily, first toward the NW, but gradually turning W. SPHP paused now and then for breathers or water.

On a long straightaway, which was pretty typical. Photo looks W.

0.67 mile beyond the 8,280 foot switchback, South Baldy Trail No. 11 was getting close to the ridgeline. Temporarily leaving the trail, Lupe headed N a short distance, climbing 15 or 20 feet to reach Point 8934 right up on the ridge. Forest hid most of Copper Canyon on the other side, but Loop did have a narrow view of much lower ridges way out on the desert.

Over 8,900 feet now, about to leave the trail to check out the views from Point 8934. Photo looks SE.

Up on the ridgeline at **Point 8934**. Photo looks NE.

Desert view from **Point 8934**. Photo looks NE with help from the telephoto lens.

Returning to the trail, Lupe continued on. Still climbing, the trail began curving SW. The next point of interest was Pass 9420, a minor saddle SW of HP9488. When Lupe got there, the half barren peak she had seen back at the 8,280 foot switchback was in sight again, looking quite a bit closer. Encouraging!

At minor **Pass 9420**. Photo looks ENE toward unseen **HP9488**.

After a chocolate coconut bar and water break at Pass 9420, Lupe went on, but SPHP kept stopping to look at the topo map.

Is there a problem, SPHP?

Yes and no, Looper.

Meaning?

You know that mountain we’ve been looking at?

South Baldy?

That’s what I thought, but it can’t be. Just doesn’t line up right.

So, what mountain is it then, SPHP? And what happened to South Baldy?

I dunno. Might be Timber Peak (10,510 ft.)? Don’t think we’ve seen South Baldy yet, but we will. Only a mile from it now as the crow flies.

A little farther, and South Baldy Trail No. 11 came close to the ridgeline again, but didn’t go over Pass 9740 as shown on the map. Climbing an open slope, Lupe once more left the trail to see what was on the other side. Across the upper end of Copper Canyon, Peak 10281 was in sight.

**Peak 10281** (Center) from **Pass 9740**. Photo looks NW.

Beyond Pass 9740, South Baldy Trail No. 11 headed SSW through dense forest. The trail steepened approaching a gully where part of the trail had eroded away. At the upper end of the gully, Lupe reached Pass 9940.

In the gully, about to arrive at **Pass 9940**. Photo looks SSW.

Pass 9940 was the upper end of South Baldy Trail No. 11 where it again linked up with USFS Road No. 235. By taking the trail, Lupe had skipped several miles of the road. No indication at all that No. 235 would have been a rough drive to this point. Still looked perfectly lovely. Plenty of parking available up here, too.

South Baldy still wasn’t in sight, but Timber Peak (10,510 ft.) was, and so was the peak that SPHP had misidentified as South Baldy. Turned out to be Peak 10206, a subpeak along the ridge leading to Timber Peak.

At the **upper end of South Baldy Trail No. 11**. Photo looks W.

**Peak 10206** (L) and **Timber Peak** (Center) from **Pass 9940**. Photo looks SE.

Road trek again! Lupe headed up USFS Road No. 235. At least she was high enough to have some views. 0.25 mile beyond Pass 9940, the road swept around a big curve and South Baldy (10,783 ft.) came into sight.

Cake! Nothing difficult about this one! South Baldy was just a big hill.

**South Baldy** (R) from USFS Road No. 235. Photo looks WNW.

Loop was soon just 0.25 mile E of the summit, passing a sign for North Baldy Trail No. 8. Ignoring No. 8 for the time being, the Carolina Dog continued up the road toward a conspicuous silver-domed observatory perched up on South Baldy’s S ridge.

At the **S end of North Baldy Trail No. 8**. Silver-domed observatory (L). **South Baldy** (R). Photo looks SW.

A locked gate across No. 235 put an end to how far the RAV4 might have made it, but did nothing to deter a Carolina Dog. Before heading on up to South Baldy’s summit, Looper ventured over to the observatory for a sniff around.

Checking out the **Magdalena Ridge Observatory**.

Looper’s main observation about the observatory was that it was closed. Might as well head on to South Baldy (10,783 ft.)! Shortcutting across a field, the Carolina Dog headed for a road zig-zagging up the S slope.

Heading for **South Baldy**. Photo looks N.

During final approach, the road curled around to the W.

South Baldy was a little weird, or at least what humans had done to it was weird. The whole upper W side of the summit region was covered with a metal wire grid. The road became a perforated heavy metal path that ended between a horizontal 15+ foot diameter shiny metallic disk to the W, and a green electrical box occupying the true summit. Several small concrete pads anchored metal supports for various equipment. A solar panel sat 50 feet away along the E ridge.

Sheesh! Kind of a mess, isn’t it Looper? Looks like someone’s science fair project gone wild!

Even if South Baldy had been an easy climb, it had been a long one. Time for a decent rest break! A grassy spot just E of the electrical box seemed as good a spot as any.

Arriving at **South Baldy’s cluttered summit**.

On the electrical box at the **true summit**. Perforated metal road and big shiny metal disc in sight. Photo looks WSW.

Relaxing on **South Baldy**. Photo looks W.

Half dozing after Taste of the Wild, chocolate coconut bar, and water.

Skies were blue to the SE, but clouds dominated elsewhere. Way off to the W, a line of showers was advancing, but didn’t look like much. What rain there was appeared to be evaporating as it fell.

South Baldy presented panoramic views in all directions except to the NW where blocked by thick forest. Beyond the Magdalena Mountains, hazy deserts extended beyond the range of vision. From the right spot, Peak 10281, North Baldy (9,858 ft.), and a more distant double-peaked mountain could be seen to the N. Probably the Ladrones (9,210 ft.).

**Timber Peak** (Center) from **South Baldy**. Photo looks SE.

**Peak 10281** (L), **North Baldy** (R of Center) and the **Ladrones** (?) (R). Photo looks N with help from the telephoto lens.

**Water Canyon** (R) and the desert beyond. Photo looks NE with help from the telephoto lens.

Nearly an hour went by before a lazy South Baldy reverie was disturbed by the distant rumble of thunder. The line of showers to the W was closer now.

Thunder! That’s our cue, Looper! Let’s get a few more photos before we head out.

**E end of the summit region** from the true summit. Photo looks NE.

Back on the electrical box. Photo looks E.

Looking S toward the **Magdalena Ridge Observatory** (R of Center).

OK! Thanks, Loopster. That’s a wrap! Puppy, ho! Onward!

No!

No?! What do you mean, no? It’s puppy ho time!

I mean, wait just a minute. Those squalls don’t look all that threatening do they, SPHP? Can’t we finish our summit hour?

Oh, I don’t know, Loop. Probably not a good idea in this case. They’ve got half of the summit covered with metal here. Makes me a little nervous with possible lightning on the way. We better skedaddle!

But we haven’t even checked out the space port yet!

Space port? What space port?

That huge, shiny metal disc!

Oh, that thing. Looks like some kind of seismic gizmo to me, Looper. No doubt somehow connected with the Langmuir Laboratory for Atmospheric Research located at the far end of South Baldy’s S ridge.

Not much of a scientist, are you, SPHP? Or a detective, either!

Well, no. But do you fancy yourself a scientist, crazy Dingo? What makes you think it’s a space port?

C’mon, SPHP! What’s up here, anyway? A laboratory for atmospheric research, and an observatory. The scientists around here aren’t the least bit interested in seismology, they’re looking up! A space port would fit right in! What scientist wouldn’t love to have one?

A seismologist.

Oh, phooey! Besides, it looks like a space port to me!

Well, if it waddles like a space port and quacks like a space port, it must be one! There was no convincing Lupe that the huge metal disc on South Baldy wasn’t a space port. SPHP agreed to let the Carolina Dog conduct her inspection. However, she’d have to be quick about it.

Are you up to some space travel, SPHP?

Sure! Why not?

Good! Go stand in the center of the metal disc then, while I try to figure out the control system.

Are you nuts? I’m not going to stand at ground zero for a lightning strike while you sniff around! You can, if you want to, Loopster, but I wouldn’t advise it. We should forget this whole thing before one of us gets fried.

You’re always such a worry wort, SPHP! Fine, I’ll do it myself. You’ll have to work the controls then.

Standing at the center of the disc, several anxious minutes went by, but nothing happened. Apparently, the mother ship was running a little late.

Have you figured out the control system yet, SPHP?

Not really, Loop. To be perfectly honest, I don’t even see anything that looks like a control system. Maybe it’s been taken back to the laboratory for repairs? As space ports go, this one’s a bit dingy.

Well, shoot! Of all the rotten luck! I was looking forward to being the first Dingo in space, too!

Deeply disappointing without a doubt! But I’ll cheer you up with another chocolate coconut bar at Peak 10281. Wha’dya say? Ready to press on?

I guess …. No, wait! Silly us, SPHP! Space ports are advanced technology. Probably voice activated! Say the right words or password, and this space port will spring to life!

Even if that’s true, Loop, we’re still out of luck. We don’t know the password.

Speak for yourself, SPHP! I know the perfect phrase for dealing with alien systems. Stand back! I’m going to give it a go!

What? Impossible!

Take me to your breeder! …

Still nothing. SPHP laughed, then felt mean and terrible seeing how crushed Lupe was. What would it have hurt to have shown a little faith and support to the truest, dearest friend ever? SPHP tried to make amends.

Good try, Loopster! Might easily have been it. Shall I give it a shot, too?

If you can think of anything that might work, sure!

Umm … let’s see. Here’s another classic! Abracadabra! ….

Thunder rumbled, but the space port was as dead as ever. Lupe was glum.

One more, Loop! How about …. Beam me up, Scottie!

A sudden cool, light breeze swept in out of the W. Those showers were getting pretty close.

OK, Loop! Sorry, but that’s it! We tried. C’mon, let’s ….

Quiet, SPHP! I can scarcely hear them.

Huh? Hear what?

The voices! They sound like they’re a zillion miles away. Try saying that again, but louder!

Voices? Say what again? Beam me up, Scottie?

Yes, but louder! Oh, never mind. I’ll do it myself! Beam me up, Scottie! …. Oh, maybe that’s a little better. Not much, but a little. Hard to say. They’re still very faint!

Voices? No one’s here except me, Loop. Oh, I get it! You rascal! You’re pulling my leg!

Around the perimeter of the shiny metal disc tiny sparks appeared and began spreading toward the center, straight for Lupe’s paws.

Lupe! Run! Static electricity is building on the disc! A lightning strike is imminent! Get off now! Run for your life!

Shhh! Even with my big, soft Dingo ears, I can’t catch it all, SPHP.

Sparks now danced across the disc, traveling in a succession of pulsing waves from the perimeter to the center. The entire disc sizzling beneath her paws, Lupe just stood there. She looked vaguely different. Sort of … transparent!

Loop! Don’t you feel that? Move! Run!

Tingles a little, but it doesn’t hurt, SPHP. You were right! This space port is barely functional. Can you please be quiet so I can hear? Some control freak is whining about not having enough power.

Well, if that isn’t par for the course! Bad enough that so many are like that here on earth. Apparently the rest of the universe isn’t much different. So, you really are hearing voices? What else are they saying?

This guy keeps ranting about bi-lithium. Is that some sort of medication, SPHP? Sounds like he thinks it will solve all his problems!

Ahh. Makes sense. Lithium is used to treat depression, or mood swings, if I remember right, Loop. The “bi” part just means two pills, or maybe two doses per day.

Must mean doses, SPHP. He isn’t taking pills. It’s in crystalline form.

Really? Huh. Crystals would be hard to swallow, for sure. Oh, I know! Probably taking a finely ground crystalline powder. Otherwise it would be just about impossible to get it to dissolve. What’s he saying now?

Not a thing. I’m on hold. This power hungry lunatic needs to go take his bi-lithium crystal meds. Says he can’t beam me up, but will transfer me to another representative.

Hah! Space isn’t any different from earth! All those physicists and sci-fi authors have wasted their time and imagination. Truly nothing new under the sun. This one or any other! You’re just going to get the complete run around.

Shhh! Patience! The new rep is talking. A much better connection! Wants to know what I want her to do for me. Maybe she can fire this ole space port up? At least going to give her a chance. Here goes! Bye, SPHP! …. Alexa, beam me up!

The sparks dancing on the metal disc zapped into it, vanishing instantly as if sucked in by a powerful magnet. The entire disc hummed while glowing a dull red, but then brightened quickly … fiery orange, blazing yellow, searing white!

Lupe, oh Lupe! What’s happening? I can see right through you!

A blinding flash! Took a moment for SPHP to recover. The space port was back to normal. Dingy and silent. Carried on the cool breeze, tiny raindrops sprinkled South Baldy. Those hitting the metal disc suffered no evident effect. Not hot at all. Everything was as before.

Except for one thing. Lupe was gone!

SPHP was horrified! SPHP called the Carolina Dog again and again. No answer. Where was she? This couldn’t be happening! What to do?

SPHP walked to the center of the of the shiny metal disc.

Alexa, where is Lupe?

No response.

Alexa, beam me up!

Of course, nothing worked. Ridiculous notion in the first place! The rain showers rumbled on by without doing anything out of the ordinary. SPHP grabbed the pack. Crazy or not, maybe someone at the Langmuir Laboratory could shed some light on how this space port worked?

SPHP had barely started down the S slope when a shrill bark was heard. Lupe came tearing down from the summit! Overjoyed, she licked SPHP’s face until her big pink tongue was about to wilt!

Wow! What a greeting! Where were you, anyway, Loop? And why didn’t you come when I called? I got dazed by a flash of light, and when I came out of it, you had vanished! Got so desperate to find you that I even tried using the space port, but it wouldn’t do a thing for me.

Oh, that’s because you aren’t an authorized user! The space port’s voice recognition shields were down when I got transported, but got reactivated the moment Alexa saw me. Was she ever shocked when I showed up! She’d overheard you saying my name and was expecting Our Lady of Guadalupe, not an American Dingo.

You mean the space port actually did work? You met Alexa?

Yes, of course! She beamed me up, remember? Spent a fair amount of time with her at first.

And what was Alexa like?

She’s …. different, shall we say? Alexa’s friendly enough and always wants to be helpful. Kind of neurotic that way. And she knows a ton of people. But Alexa was suspicious of me from the get go, what with me crashing the universal barrier like I’d hacked it somehow. That’s a big no-no, if you aren’t part of the elite these space ports are meant for. We had a falling out. Didn’t matter. Alexa wasn’t really my type, anyway.

That was quick! You’ve been gone for what, 15 minutes, max? You knew that fast that Alexa wasn’t your type? How is that possible?

15 minutes here maybe, but practically a lifetime where I’ve been, SPHP! Alexa was super nosy, always listening in on everyone’s business. Seemed kind of creepy after a while. Never really knew what she might be saying behind my tail, or who she might be saying it to. Even that wasn’t the main issue, though. Alexa thrives on being where all the action is. She would never climb a mountain. City girl, big time! Don’t think she could ever handle being alone.

What do you mean, you’ve been gone a lifetime? It’s only been 15 minutes.

Not in the space-time disjointium, SPHP! Once I met Siri, I parted ways with Alexa for good. Siri likes maps even more than you do, SPHP! Sure knows her way around the perpendicular universes! We went everywhere together.

You mean parallel universes, Loop!

No, I mean perpendicular. Actually, more like heavily skewed universes. Anyway, the point is, at some times and places they intersect. Otherwise it wouldn’t be possible to travel between them. You’d never get to a truly parallel universe, SPHP.

Never heard of a perpendicular universe before, but I suppose that might make sense. So you’ve been traveling these universes for how long? Where did you and Siri go? What did you do?

Gosh, I hardly know where to begin, SPHP! We had so many adventures! Siri eventually took me to the neatest planet. Huge mountains, sparkling lakes and rivers! Enormous forests, plains, and oceans! All kinds of strange and fascinating wildlife. One thing was familiar, though – Dingos! I had so many friends!

Dingos! What planet was that?

They had a really long alien name for it. I just called it Dingo Earth, or Dearth for short. Even nicknamed my boyfriend there Dearth.

Boyfriend!

Yes! Oh, Dearth was magnificent! You should have seen him, SPHP! He was bigger than me, with a shiny jet black coat. Dearth was all muscle with a set of fangs that would make a crocodile jealous. I sometimes teased him and called him Dearth Gator. He’d scare you to death just looking at him, but he was actually sickly. Allergies gave him severe asthma, so he wasn’t as powerful as he appeared to be. Yet somehow that labored gasping for air made him seem even more dangerous. We fell in love and got married. I had puppies!

Married! Puppies! How many puppies did you have?

Not sure, they kept me so busy! There was a passel of them! All of them were dark like Dearth, except for one puppy that took after me – same fur color, same interests. Sort of a fluke, so that’s what we named him. You know how I like to bark at airplanes and helicopters, SPHP? Fluke barked at every spaceship that flew by without fail. He even drove Death Stars away! They couldn’t take the incessant foaming-at-the-mouth hysteria. I loved Fluke Skybarker most of all.

Fluke Skybarker! Bet the neighbors weren’t too crazy about him always raising such a ruckus.

No, maybe not. Wonder if I’ll ever see Fluke again? Growing up, he was always such a rebel. Fluke kept getting into trouble with the authorities. Even Dearth, his own father, couldn’t do a thing with him, although he sure tried.

So, Fluke is all grown up? What happened to him?

It’s awful, SPHP! Fluke ran away to lead a pack of his wild outlaw friends. Dearth went after him, but they got into such a terrible fight it’s a wonder either one is still alive! Don’t suppose I’ll ever know how it all turns out. All that traveling among the universes in the space-time disjointium was aging me fast. I was getting so old that I would have died if I’d kept on like that much longer. Luckily, Siri said Alexa would be willing to send me back through the space port since I’d crossed the universal border as an undocumented Dingo in the first place.

Well, welcome back to Earth and the South Baldy space-time disjointium! I’m happy to say you look perfectly normal here, Looper! In fact, you don’t look a day older. Do you feel OK?

Like my old … I mean my much younger self again, SPHP! And how do you feel? Manage to get through 15 minutes without me?

Barely! They were awful! Not sure how I feel, Loop. Your tale makes me think maybe I tripped and fell and hit my head on a rock. Or maybe there was a lightning strike? Have I seemed incoherent or unconscious at any point to you?

No more than usual, SPHP. Are you hurt? I don’t see any blood.

Hmm. Guess not.

Our hour on South Baldy is over, SPHP, and a strange one it has been! Plenty of time left in the day, though. Still feel like visiting Peak 10281?

SPHP was fine with that. Lupe returned to the top of South Baldy, then started down the grassy E ridge following a path through purple-gray rocks. Upon reaching North Baldy Trail No. 8, she took it W through the forest.

Starting down the E ridge. **Timber Peak** (R). Photo looks E.

Looking back up the **E ridge** from close to North Baldy Trail No. 8. Photo looks WSW.

Trail No. 8 on **South Baldy’s N slope**. Photo looks W.

After traversing South Baldy’s N slope, Lupe came to an opening in the forest upon reaching the NNW ridge. Peak 10281 was in sight again 1.5 miles due N.

**South Baldy’s NNW ridge** where North Baldy Trail No. 8 reaches it. **Peak 10281** (Center), **North Baldy** (R) and the **Ladrones** (R) in the distance. Photo looks N.

The weather was still a bit unsettled. Lupe took a short break while a light shower passed and the roll of thunder died away before striking out again. North Baldy Trail No. 8 followed the NNW ridge, which was fairly narrow, but an easy route. Most of the time Lupe was in the forest, but sometimes there were views to the E or W.

By a spooky tree passed early on during the NNW ridge trek. Photo looks N.

View of the desert beyond Copper & Water Canyons. Photo looks NE.

After 0.25 mile, the trail descended a little. Lupe broke out of the forest at a big meadow where the ridge broadened out a great deal. Crossing this meadow, she came to a dilapidated old sign for Copper Trail No. 10. Apparently, she had reached a trail junction, but the topo map showed this junction way back where she’d first reached the NNW ridge.

Entering the meadow where the ridge widened out. Photo looks NW.

The dilapidated Copper Trail No. 10 sign.

Toward the N end of the meadow, the ridge began to narrow down again. Lupe startled a couple of giant deers, which raced away into a forest where the ridge became very rocky. Although the Carolina Dog kept a sharp eye and keen nose out for them, she didn’t see the giant deers again.

Heading for the N end of the meadow. Two elk were resting in the shade of the trees just ahead. Photo looks N.

Glancing back at **South Baldy** (Center). Photo looks SSE.

*Hurry, SPHP! The giant deers went this way!* Photo looks NNE.

As the ridge got rockier and narrower, Trail No. 8 dipped down along the W slope. After passing a nice view to the W, Loop went through a long stretch of forest. At the next clearing, Peak 10281 came back into sight, now only 0.6 mile away

**North Baldy Trail No. 8**. 80 feet below the ridgeline now. Photo looks NNE.

**Peak 10281** (L) comes into view again. Photo looks NNE.

A gradual descent led to a meadow at Pass 9956. Lupe was now only 0.2 mile from Peak 10281’s summit. Since North Baldy Trail No. 8 was about to skirt Peak 10281 to the E, Lupe was going to have to leave it here. While taking a short break, SPHP contemplated available routes.

The SE ridge looked potentially pretty rocky, and the S slope looked sort of steep, but the general impression was that either way ought to work. Looper elected to make a direct attack along the SE ridge. Partway up, it got a little interesting.

On **Peak 10281’s SE ridge**. Photo looks NNW.

No big deal, though. A little light scrambling and Lupe got above the rocks. Soon she was approaching Peak 10281’s true summit, where a cairn sat on a small rise 70 feet W of another slightly lower high spot along the mountain’s E edge.

Above the big rocks now, not far from the summit. Photo looks NW.

At the **true summit of Peak 10281**. The **E high point**, which was nearly as high, is seen on the L. Photo looks E.

The cairn was out in the open, but too many trees were nearby to see much from the true summit. Lupe ventured over to the E high spot for a look around. South Baldy and Timber Peak visible to the S, and there was an impressive view of Copper and Water Canyons to the E.

At the **E high point**. **Timber Peak** (Center). Photo looks SE.

**South Baldy** (Center) from **Peak 10281**. Photo looks S.

5-15-21, 3:45 PM, Peak 10281 – Sunnier now. Lupe wanted to rest in the shade. A big pine between the true summit and E high point provided a convenient place to relax.

I believe you said something about a chocolate coconut bar, if we made it this far, didn’t you, SPHP?

Yes, I did! Hang on, Loop. I’ll dig it out of the pack.

The chocolate coconut bar, as well as what remained of other provisions, were soon disposed of in delicious fashion.

Thanks, SPHP! Wonder what Dearth, Fluke, and the rest of the family are doing? Funny, I just spent a lifetime there, but it all seems so far away and long ago now, almost like a dream or something I once heard about that happened to someone else, yet I’ve only been back here on earth with you for a couple of hours. I feel really tired. Mind if we just lay around here for a while?

Hard to say what they’re doing, Looper! Really hard, since I’ve never met any of them. We’ve got our whole traditional summit hour to goof around here, so rest up. You probably have a bad case of space port lag. You’ve come an unfathomably long way from a very different time zone!

SPHP had seen a jar stashed inside the summit cairn. While Lupe dozed in the shade, SPHP went to retrieve it. The jar contained only a little pencil, and part of a long, thin notebook. This registry had been started by Mike Garrett on 10-2-15, and had a few entries most years. The last entry was by Jim Morehouse on 10-1-20.

The notebook pages were so flimsy and dirty, that SPHP created an entry for Lupe on a single page torn out of a small notebook kept in the pack, adding it to the jar’s collection.

5-15-21, 4:35 PM – Just before summit hour was over, Lupe returned to the E high point for a last look back at South Baldy and Timber Peak. Now that the hour was up, she stood at the true summit again. Time to bid farewell to Peak 10281!

**Timber Peak** (L) and **South Baldy** (R). Photo looks SSE.

Back at **Peak 10281’s summit**. Photo looks WNW.

SPHP returned the registry jar to its place in the cairn. The Carolina Dog had one more thing to do up here. The topo map showed the 10,281 foot top of the mountain over near the NW end of the summit region, several hundred feet away. Was that true? Didn’t seem like it, but trees hid what was over that way.

Lupe went to investigate. Nope! Impossible to be completely certain, but it sure seemed to SPHP that the true high point was back at the cairn.

During the return, the American Dingo took an entirely different route. Instead of heading directly back to Pass 9956, she roamed N down Peak 10281’s N ridge, getting almost to Pass 9806 before running into North Baldy Trail No. 8 again.

Oh, it would have been fun to keep going all the way to North Baldy! However, what with all the space port adventures and a lifetime spent exploring alternate universes, Loopster had already had a long day. Turning SE on Trail No. 8, the Carolina Dog took it back to Pass 9956, where she found the N branch of Copper Trail No. 10.

The topo map showed a steep descent into Copper Canyon. Surprisingly, Trail No. 10 started out as a wide, old roadbed. Super easy! Everything was peachy until the road and all sign of a trail vanished at a dig site where a ladder led up to a dark hole in a wall of solid rock.

At the dig site, wondering what happened to Copper Trail No. 10? Photo looks NNE.

Fortunately, the ancient ladder was broken. No way to actually get up to that mysterious dark hole. If the ladder had been intact, Looper might have insisted on subterranean adventures, too – a journey to the center of the earth to complement her inter-universal roamings!

The situation being what it was, the descent into Copper Canyon was destined to continue. However, below this excavation the slopes were incredibly steep, so much so that SPHP was unwilling to consider taking them on without the benefit of a trail. Yet the trail could not be found.

A check of the map finally showed that Lupe ought to be over closer to a short ridge visible to the NE. To get there, she’d have to go back up the road she had just come down. No other solution came to mind.

Returning to the road proved to be the right thing to do. Loop soon came to a previously unnoticed cairn marking where Copper Trail No. 10 left the road.

At the cairn (L) where Copper Trail No. 10 leaves the old roadbed. Photo looks SSW.

That cairn was the key to success! Copper Trail No. 10 was so faint in spots that it was hard to follow as it switchbacked down the steep slopes, but after losing a tremendous amount of elevation, the American Dingo arrived at a secluded junction marked by ancient wooden signs. One sign said 4.5 miles to Water Canyon campground.

Lupe never got there. A seemingly endless march down Copper Canyon led to roads that went to mines. Somehow, as it was getting almost too dark to see, she wound up near a ravine that looked vaguely familiar.

Sure enough! Visible in the gloom over on the other side was a welcome sight – the RAV4 sitting alone at the Mesa Trailhead. Lupe’s South Baldy adventure was over! (8:39 PM, 65ºF)

**South Baldy**, Magdalena Mountains, New Mexico 5-15-21

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Sierra Blanca, Sacramento Mountains, New Mexico (5-13-21)

Days 4-6 of Lupe’s 1st Summer of 2021 Dingo Vacation to New Mexico!

5-11-21, before noon, I-25 in Colorado – After leaving Hotel Dusty, SPHP found the drive S from Denver in heavy traffic rather nerve-wracking. Not Lupe! The American Dingo considered it a smashing bore. Nothing but city – not a cow or horse to bark at anywhere! Meanwhile, low dark clouds blanketed the plains, obscuring the Rockies. The sun hadn’t put in an appearance in 3 days.

Well into May already, yet the temperature barely budged, remaining chilly in a tight range between 37-41ºF for many miles. S of Colorado Springs, the traffic finally started to thin out as open country began to predominate. Approaching Walsenburg, vapor rising from several inches of heavy, wet, new snow created a foggy winter wonderland.

Looks like we’re on our way to Canada, SPHP! I thought we were going to the desert? How much farther is it, anyway?

Yeah, kind of nuts, isn’t it, Loop? Have to admit I didn’t expect to see any snow! We’re less than an hour from the border now. Just think! Your first new state since Alaska way back in 2016! Are you excited?

Actually, I’m not so sure about this, SPHP. Are they going to shave me at the border? I like my fur, and don’t want to lose it, especially if it’s going to be so cold!

Shave you at the border? What on earth are you talking about?

I’m talking about Nude Mexico, SPHP! That’s where we’re going, right? I’ve heard about those Mexican Hairless dogs. Not having any fur might be fine for them, but we Carolina Dogs like the way we are, fur and all! You always told me that I look beautiful in my fur, and now you want me to let them shave it all off? Are you going to let them confiscate all your removable fur, too? Not so sure you’ll be such a grand spectacle, either, if they do! Maybe we should go to some other state?

Nude Mexico! I never said we were going to Nude Mexico. You need to clean out your ears, Looper! We’re going to New Mexico! N-E-W … NEW!

Clean out my ears! Nothing wrong with my ears, SPHP! I hear all kinds of things you’re completely oblivious to. Learn to enunciate! You’ve been mumbling again. Anyway, I’m glad it’s New Mexico. So they’re not going to shave me, right?

Of course not, silly Dingo! Not even if you’re dying of the heat.

The snow and fog were gone before Lupe even got to New Mexico. After going over Raton Pass, two mountains were visible in the distance. An expanse of lowlands before them glowed yellow in sunlight, although no blue sky could be seen from here.

The promised land, Loopster! New Mexico, your 13th state! We crossed the border a few miles back.

This is more like it, SPHP! Is that the desert down there?

To be sure! We’ll soon be crossing it.

Down in the desert, vegetation was sparse as the RAV4 rolled S toward Las Vegas, NM, but every now and then Lupe saw a few horses to bark at. Far to the W, thick clouds hung over deep blue ridges. Stormy! SPHP began to realize heading for the mountains of northern New Mexico wasn’t going to work, at least not yet.

Between Las Vegas and Santa Fe, SPHP left I-25, turning S on Hwy 3. The drive was scenic, especially after crossing the Pecos River at Villanueva. Skies cleared, and the temperature soared to 77ºF at one point as the miles clicked away. By evening, Sierra Blanca (11,973 ft.) was in sight.

**Sierra Blanca** (Center) from Hwy 54 N of Carrizozo. Photo looks S.

5-12-21, 7:14 AM, 41ºF, Hwy 37 S of Nogal – Lupe stood on a little rise at the high point of a picnic ground. The Carolina Dog was ready to climb mountains! However, it had been windy all night and gotten much colder than expected. Now, light mist rode a chill breeze. A raw, gray day. All the high peaks were lost in the clouds.

What happened? Can you believe this weather, Loop? We’re in southern New Mexico for pity sake! I thought it would be like summer!

We aren’t going to climb Sierra Blanca, SPHP?

Not in this soup! No telling how cold and miserable it might be way up there! Wouldn’t be able to see anything, anyway.

So, what’s Plan B?

Actually, Sierra Blanca was plan B.

Plan C, then!

Ya got me, Loopster. Going to have to take a look at the map.

Light rain fell beneath sullen skies practically all the way to Roswell. Plan C consisted of a couple of long shots. Probably wouldn’t turn out to be much more than a long joy ride in the brand new RAV4, but being on the move seemed better than sitting around doing nothing all day. At least Lupe would get to see a lot of new territory.

At the entrance to **Carlsbad Caverns National Park**.

Even before entering Carlsbad Caverns National Park, SPHP knew Loop wouldn’t be allowed to tour the cave.

A 7 mile drive up a scenic desert canyon ended at a fancy visitor center way up on a high plateau. The view would have been spectacular on a clear day, but was murky and indistinct today. Since it was still quite cool and gray, the plan was to let Lupe snooze in the RAV4 for an hour with plenty of water available and the windows partially open while SPHP toured the cave.

Nope. Signs forbid leaving Dingos in vehicles. Not all that surprising. Probably good policy considering how hot it might get much of the year. Kennels were available, but SPHP wasn’t too keen on that idea. Caged and alone in a strange place? Lupe would hate that!

Turned out that proof of a current rabies vaccination was required, and SPHP hadn’t brought any such documentation along, anyway.

*As holes in the ground go, this one is supposed to be fabulous!* At the visitor center.

Dingos weren’t allowed on any surface trails, either, so that was that.

Returning to Hwy 62/180, it wasn’t far to the only certain highlight of the day. One day after entering New Mexico, her 13th state, Lupe made it to her 14th, the great state of Texas!

Entering the Lone Star State for the first time.

Plan C’s real prize was just ahead, Guadalupe Peak (8,749 ft.), highest mountain in Texas! Climbing Guadalupe Peak would be awesome!

Arriving at **Guadalupe Mountains National Park**.

Hopes ran high entering Guadalupe Mountains National Park, but were quickly dashed. A trail went 3,000 feet clear up to the top of the mountain, but no Dingos allowed!

Guadalupe Peak – so close, and yet so far! Frustrating!

Abandoning the park, skies cleared on the way down to the Salt Basin desert. Lupe might not have gotten to visit Guadalupe Peak, but she did get to see it.

Leaving Guadalupe Mountains National Park behind. Photo looks N.

**Guadalupe Peak** (L) from the **Salt Basin**. Photo looks NE.

N of El Paso, Lupe returned to New Mexico. As the evening sun sank in the W, Sierra Blanca was in sight again on the horizon. The huge loop the American Dingo had traveled today had been scenic, but otherwise hadn’t accomplished much. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day?

**Sierra Blanca** (L) in the distance. Photo looks NNE.

5-13-21, 8:38 AM, 50ºF – Cold, almost foggy, and in the low 40’s ºF again earlier this morning, but skies were blue now! 12 miles from Alto at the W end of Hwy 532, SPHP parked the RAV4 at a trailhead just before the entrance gate to Ski Apache.

The last half of the drive in had been spectacular as the narrow highway, hemmed in by guard rails of dubious strength, wound ever higher up the steep-sided slopes of Buck Mountain (10,769 ft.). Much of the old forest had burned, revealing a dizzying expanse of the Sacramento Mountains.

The trailhead itself was tucked down in a bowl, away from the views. Several pickup trucks could be seen down at Ski Apache, but the RAV4 was the only vehicle at the trailhead. Two signs warned of the dangers of entering the burn area. A permanent metal sign painted yellow with black lettering said to proceed at your own risk. Paperwork stapled to a plywood plaque seemed to indicate the area was closed.

Closed! But we’ve come so far, SPHP!

Heh. Yeah. If anyone asks, Looper, we’re going by the yellow sign!

Great minds think alike, SPHP! C’mon, let’s go!

Glancing back at the trailhead after starting up Trail No. 15. Photo looks SE.

Trail No. 15 headed NW up the side of a ravine toward a short stretch of unburned forest. Once past the trees, it continued through a meadow to a switchback that traversed a steeper grassy slope. Upon reaching a flat spot, Lupe arrived a junction with Crest Trail No. 25. From this junction, Sierra Blanca (11,973 ft.) was visible beyond Lookout Mountain (11,580 ft.).

Heading up the ravine toward the live trees. Photo looks NW.

Continuing higher. The saddle ahead leads to **Buck Mountain**, which is off to the R. Photo looks NW.

At the start of the switchback. Photo looks SSW.

Signage at the **junction with Crest Trail No. 25**. Photo looks NW.

**Sierra Blanca** (L) and **Lookout Mountain** (R) from the junction. Photo looks SW.

Proceeding W on Crest Trail No. 25, it slowly lost elevation traversing a slope. Lupe entered a forest of dead trees. Many had fallen. Fortunately, most had been cleared from the trail. A chairlift and other Ski Apache facilities were visible down in the valley to the S. Loopster didn’t see anyone, but the whine of a chainsaw filled the air.

In the burnt forest on **Crest Trail No. 25**. Photo looks WNW.

**Ski Apache** facilities down in the valley. **Lookout Mountain** (L). Photo looks SW.

Crest Trail No. 25 curved NW. Lupe entered a big meadow that swept up toward HP10595. A Trail No. 25 sign stood over by the edge of another burnt forest on the opposite side of the meadow. Scratched into the sign, an arrow pointed S (L), but the trail itself seemed to have vanished.

In the meadow where Trail No. 25 vanishes. **HP 10595** (R). Photo looks NW.

An arrow scratched onto this Trail No. 25 sign pointed S (L), although no trail seemed to go that way.

Starting up the slope to the S, Lupe found Crest Trail No. 25 again shortly after reaching the trees. It switchbacked NW almost right away. At first, the trail was easy to follow, but the deadfall hadn’t been cleared in this region. Before long, so much blocked the trail that climbing directly up the steep slope to the W seemed easier than facing all the obstacles.

*Enough of this! How about we just go right on up the slope?* Photo looks NW.

This shortcut worked out well. The forest was fairly open. After gaining several hundred feet of elevation, Lupe came across Crest Trail No. 25 on its way back S. The trail was in better shape up here. Less deadfall!

Climbing through the open forest. Photo looks W.

As Crest Trail No. 25 began curving W again, there was movement above. Two wild dogs stared down on Lupe!

The trail climbed slowly as Lupe continued W. Burnt forest gave way to more open slopes. Ski runs were visible over on Lookout Mountain. Part of the forest that hadn’t burned appeared ahead. Shortly after Lupe entered the live forest, SPHP noticed a side trail taking off to the N (R).

Ski runs on **Lookout Mountain** (L). Photo looks W.

Approaching the live forest. Photo looks NW.

Looper hadn’t reached Ice Spring yet, but had to be getting close. The White Mountain Wilderness High Point (11,300 ft.) was only 0.33 mile away. A quick check of the topo map showed Crest Trail No. 25 veering off to the N at a junction with Lookout Trail No. 78A somewhere in this region. No signage here, though. Was this the junction?

The side trail looked much less used, but that might make sense. Crest Trail No. 25 doesn’t go all the way to Sierra Blanca, instead passing S of the White Mountain Wilderness High Point before turning N to follow the crest of the ridge it’s named after to White Horse Hill (10,255 ft.) and points beyond. Perhaps less popular destinations?

The plan all along was to visit both the White Mountain Wilderness High Point and Lookout Mountain, since they were more or less on the way to Sierra Blanca. Maybe Buck Mountain, too, if there was time during the return. Lupe took the side trail.

SPHP expected it to turn NW almost immediately, but it didn’t. Instead Loop wandered among a maze of faint use trails that soon disappeared. Apparently this wasn’t Crest Trail No. 25 after all. Shucks! Might as well keep climbing N, though! 200 feet higher and the Carolina Dog would be on the White Mountain Wilderness High Point’s E ridge.

The top of the E ridge was broad, forested, and almost flat where Lupe reached it. Not much to see except trees. The American Dingo sniffed W in search of the summit. Before long, she came to a meadow. The high point was just ahead.

**White Mountain Wilderness High Point** (**Peak 11300**) dead ahead! Photo looks W.

Although there were good views of both Lookout Mountain and Sierra Blanca while crossing the meadow, the White Mountain Wilderness High Point summit was buried in trees, and views were much more limited. The actual high point appeared to be at the base of a large spruce tree. Immediately to the W was a blackened area which had apparently been involved in a very recent fire. More could be seen from over there, but the views were still tree-broken.

**Sierra Blanca** (Center) from the **White Mountains Wilderness High Point** summit. Photo looks S.

In the recent burn area W of the true summit. Photo looks N.

A 20 minute break was taken up on the White Mountains Wilderness High Point. Lupe then traveled S through mostly open territory down to a saddle where she reached Crest Trail No. 25 again at an intersection with Lookout Trail No. 78. Continuing S to a nearby gently sloped ridge, it proved to have a great view of Lookout Mountain and Sierra Blanca.

Signage at the Crest Trail No. 25 and Lookout Trail No. 78 intersection.

**Lookout Mountain** (Center) & **Sierra Blanca** (R) from the gentle ridge. Photo looks S.

Following the rounded ridge toward Lookout Mountain, Lupe picked up Lookout Trail No. 78. After taking her back into the forest, No. 78 led down to an opening where Trails No. 78 & 78A converged. This opening provided a nice look at Buck Mountain (10,769 ft.) back to the ENE.

**Buck Mountain** (Center). Photo looks ENE.

Signage at the Trail No. 78 & 78A convergence. No. 78A goes to Ice Spring.

A wide grassy lane continued S to a saddle, where it linked up with the Ambush Run of Ski Apache. Ascending along the edge of the run, Lupe soon reached the upper end of a chairlift next to a large metal building. Staying W of these facilities, the American Dingo passed several picnic tables with big views to the W, and came to a broad path.

Looking S from the clearing down the lane that leads to the Ambush Run of Ski Apache.

Near the chairlift and metal building. Photo looks SSE.

On the broad path after passing the chairlift and picnic tables. Photo looks S.

The top of Lookout Mountain (11,580 ft.) was just S of the ski facilities and about 150 feet higher. Since it was quickly evident that the path was going to bypass the summit, Lupe left it. Climbing a slope of small rocks and grass, she reached a thick circular concrete pad supporting a rock wall around most of the perimeter.

Approaching the **summit of Lookout Mountain**. Photo looks S.

On the concrete viewing platform at the **top of Lookout Mountain**. Photo looks W.

Concrete benches incorporated along the interior of the wall provided a nice spot to relax. The panoramic views were impressive, but Lupe took only a short break. Sierra Blanca was higher yet, and now beckoning from only a little more than a mile away!

**Sierra Blanca** (Center) from **Lookout Mountain**. Photo looks S.

Another Ski Apache chairlift came into sight as soon as Lupe started for Sierra Blanca. After passing it, Loop returned to the broad path. When the path went through an opening in a zig-zaggy log fence, she deserted it again, following a use trail along the W side of a minor hill.

Another chairlift ahead! **Sierra Blanca** (R). Photo looks SSE.

Ski Apache chairlift on the S side of Lookout Mountain. Photo looks E.

The trek from Lookout Mountain to the saddle N of Sierra Blanca was easy. However, Lupe now faced a fairly steep 500 foot climb up an open slope of grass and smallish rocks. SPHP did a big bad wolf impression, huffing and puffing slowly higher while the Carolina Dog roamed at will.

Approaching the **saddle N of Sierra Blanca**. Photo looks S.

The 500 foot climb led to a short, level ridge that jutted out to the W. SPHP insisted upon taking a somewhat extended breather here. Ahead, a rockier and somewhat higher ridge led straight toward the summit.

Gazing back at **Lookout Mountain** (Center) from the first short ridge. Photo looks N.

**Sierra Blanca** from the first ridge. Photo looks S.

The E side of this next section was very steep, almost a cliff. Continuing onward, Lupe stayed high on the W side, sometimes even right up on the ridgeline. The terrain became rough, forcing her to downclimb a bit just before reaching a notch.

Approaching the still unseen notch. Photo looks S.

The notch provided a narrow opening to the E just past the cliffy region. A use trail went through it, then turned S back up to the ridgeline, which soon became so bouldery Lupe had to abandon it. Returning to the W side again, the Carolina Dog kept working her way higher. This whole region was plenty steep.

Above and beyond the notch, enjoying a patch of melting snow. Photo looks E.

Back over the W side, not far from the summit! Photo looks SSW.

5-13-21, 2:43 PM, Sierra Blanca (11,793 ft.) – By the time Lupe reached the top, clouds that had been building earlier on had largely dissipated. Loop came up just S of the true summit boulder, located along the W rim of a region roughly 75 feet long N/S and 25 feet wide E/W. Only distant haziness obstructed otherwise commanding views in all directions.

Up on top! The **true summit** boulder (R) is the next one over. Photo looks NNW.

Ready for a prolonged rest break, Lupe headed to the N end first, where she could relax while contemplating the region she had just journeyed through to get here.

On the biggest boulder at the N end of the summit region. Photo looks N.

Peering down on the route taken. **Lookout Mountain** (Center). The **White Mountain Wilderness High Point** (L) is the forested hill beyond it. Photo looks N.

**Buck Mountain** (L) in the foreground, with the **Capitan Mountains** (R) on the horizon. Photo looks NE.

Nearly an hour shot by blissfully hanging out at the N end. SPHP finally felt sufficiently recovered to explore the rest of the summit region. Lupe took this opportunity to enjoy the views in other directions, too.

Having a look around. **True summit** (Center). Photo looks SW.

**Sierra Blanca’s E ridge** (L). Photo looks ESE.

**White Sands Missile Range** (Center) discernable on the horizon. Photo looks SW.

Two survey markers with arrows pointed toward a main “Sierra Blanca” benchmark located E of the true summit. A spacious cavity below the true summit boulder harbored a mailbox. It proved to be packed full of old registries. SPHP added Lupe’s name to the most recent one, a red notebook that started with a 2020 entry.

Loop on the **true summit** boulder. The survey benchmark (lower L) is visible nearby. Photo looks SW.

The mailbox containing the registries is stashed beneath the true summit (Center). Photo looks SSW.

After SPHP signed her into the registry, Loopster got up on true summit, striking a dramatic pose.

Sierra Blanca was awesome! Hadn’t been hard to get here, either. The Carolina Dog lingered an hour and 40 minutes, so long that she wasn’t going to have time to climb Buck Mountain on the way back. Oh, well! Time spent here was well worth it. No regrets.

Lingering on **Sierra Blanca**. Photo looks W.

5-13-21, 4:22 PM – SPHP started down first. The return, mostly along the same route, went well. After passing through the notch again, Lupe took advantage of a use trail lower down on the W side of the rocky ridge that led back to the first ridge above the 500 foot grassy slope. This use trail was easier than staying high, and definitely the way to go.

Final moments atop **Sierra Blanca**. Photo looks E.

Heading down to the notch. Photo looks N.

On the use trail leading back to the **first ridge** (R). Photo looks NNW.

Back at the first ridge. **Sierra Blanca** (R of Center). Photo looks SSE.

Lupe returned to Lookout Mountain (11,580 ft.), going over the hill she had skirted earlier. During another short break, SPHP had a look at a couple of plaques attached to the rock wall. The most interesting one pointed out the Carrizozo Malpais Lava Beds, site of the first atomic bomb explosion.

**Sierra Blanca** from the hill Lupe had skirted earlier in the day. Photo looks S.

Relaxing on **Lookout Mountain**, 2nd ascent. Photo looks N.

Atomic bomb explosion plaque. Not something you want too many of around!

Lupe did not revisit the White Mountain Wilderness High Point (11,300 ft.), instead taking the Lookout Trail No. 78A shortcut to Ice Spring (which she saw no sign of) and back to Crest Trail No. 25.

Now that it was about over, the most exciting part of the entire day was about to begin! Lupe never saw the coyotes again, but the burned forest turned out to be full of giant deers emerging to graze!

Oh, it was a thrilling time on a great day, the day Lupe climbed her first peaks in New Mexico! Reaching the RAV4 at dusk, the Carolina Dog was tired, famished, and perhaps more than a little sad that it was all over and done. (5-13-21, 8:35 PM)

On **Sierra Blanca**, Sacramento Mountains, New Mexico 5-13-21

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