Winsor Trail NRT

Santa Fe National Forest


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Since I'm waiting for a window for my trailer, I've got time to try something else out. (Oh, I broke a window on my trailer while leaving Quemado Lake. Somehow in the last little mile of dirt road for a bit, I managed to throw a rock hard enough to smash it. I don't even have power on my back wheels! No one else was around, so there is only me to blame.) The something I'm going to try is the bus for a point to point trek on Windsor Trail. The bus is $5 to ride up the mountain, but free to ride down. It doesn't start down until 10:15AM, so that sort of necessitates a late start. It only runs twice on weekdays and three times on weekends, but that first one is even later on weekends. The bus only has seats on one side as the other is given over to bike rack space. At least a few bicyclists have figured out that it's a rather cheap ride to the top and easy to arrange. I was the only one on the bus although he says he usually ends up picking up a few backpackers since this hooks up with the trains at the other end. He clocked the distance down to the Chamisa Trailhead at 9 miles to give me an estimate of how far I'll hike back up. There's also 3000 feet net gain. This is the lowest point on the trail I can connect with this single bus, but there are several shorter options.

sign at start
Sign at the start of the main branch of the trail.

Chamisa Trailhead comes with a map that warns, "Travel time may be slower than expected due to altitude, steep and difficult terrain, and beautiful scenery." I pick the main route that climbs and wiggles, quickly getting slightly waylaid by a bearing tree that has half eaten its marker. It looks like it might be along a lightning scar that has nearly healed over. The marker is 71.5 somethings away approximately NNE, but my ability to measure somethings is low. Feet, yards, chains, links, they seem to like it all. I think I even saw rods once. If my memory from 5th grade is correct, a rod is 4.5 feet. What kind of unit is that? Sometimes they'll even go metric. When I see hands, I'll know they're just pulling my 66 foot chain.

bearing tree plaque eaten by a tree
Not a very good bearing tree.

So I continue upward letting it go. I know of no nearby place there might be a corner whatever the bearing tree almost says. Scenery opens up, but there are quite a few trees to look through. They are more sparse down here where it is drier.

soft hillside of trees
A break to see the sparse trees on the other side of the canyon and the alternate route below.

After some wiggling, the main trail and the shorter alternate that follows the bottom of the canyon meet up next to a junction with signs, a smaller map, and view. Well, not much of a view. A geocache promises a better view if I go along the ridge and then take a use trail just a little bit further.

rising hills
Rising hills to the north: the view from the Saddle Back Trail.


canyon and city
View out over the canyon and city. I started somewhere to the left.

fake eyes and textured to hide in bark
A little unpromised wonder: beetle hiding against the bark. It had super long antenna when I first looked, but tucked them under when it noticed me.

Back along the rolling ridge and then back onto Chamisa Trail to finish the link to Winsor. It plunges down into a little canyon, first next to the stream bed, then giving up and sharing space with the stream bed. Happily, it is dry right now. As the canyon widens again, the trail finds its own space again.

black butterfly with blue boxes in a row along the edge of the wing
A little blurry and indistinct, but I finally captured one of these deep black butterflies on a flowering bush.

moth and wasp at flowers
More partaking of the local flowers. Everybody drink!

Then it gets much wider and meets up with Winsor Trail. I haven't even managed to read the sign before a pair of bicyclist zip past at what feels like a reckless speed. The sign says 3.5 miles to Teseque. I assume that is the lower trailhead because I can hear the Teseque Creek just past some brush. Just 6.25 miles up to the ski basin. They are using "Forest Service miles" of course. This is a unit that can vary wildly, but tends to be a bit longer than an actual mile. At the extreme, there are examples of a half mile actually being 1.5 miles. In this case, I estimate the distance to be minimally 7 miles. I turn and walk the short way to a meadow, stepping off the trail to sit on a big rock just in time for two more bicycles to zip past. Three, five, seven pass by as I have a little lunch. Good grief they like to bomb this trail. Maybe that was the bus load. Probably not. Plenty have a friend willing to take them up.

trail through forest and meadow
Forest and meadow for the trail to pass.

Then onward and upward. The only bicycles that don't feel like they are going at a reckless pace are the pair trying to reinflate a fat tire with a very short pump. Still, I have to admit there is not a steady stream of hikers moaning injured at the side of the trail even though there are hikers, sometimes even going downhill with the bikes so they can't see them coming. They're braver than I am, but my knees are happier. Uphill is work, downhill hurts.

tall alder
The trees grow tall down in the canyon.

dirt on an edge
A little piece of the trail.

red firecrackers
And a little piece of color.

Bear Wallow Trail joins, well signed. This is the bottom edge of a popular triangle with Borrego Trail. I don't know it's popular, but the increase in traffic makes it obvious. Both bikers and hikers are on the increase.

trees around a V canyon
View of the canyon from a little way up Bear Wallow Trail.

I take a short trip up Bear Wallow (for a geocache) then back to climbing. There's quite a bit of canyon to view for just a short jaunt upward.

yucca in bloom
Some rather late blooming yucca.

The junction with Borrego Trail comes with the only bicyclist putting in the work and going uphill. He asks how far to Big Teseque. Not that he hasn't done it many times, he just can't remember how far it is to figure out if he wants to go on to it. Since I've got him chatting, I ask him what is so much more awful about ebikes vs. bombing the trail. There are "no ebikes" signs at each trailhead for something maintained by the local Fat Tire Society. He just expresses a strong sentiment against ebikes and knows some guys much better at mountain biking than him who ride the bus up to bomb the trail. States that it is a prevailing attitude among the pedlers. No actual substantive argument against ebikes. I expect a lot of them will age out of it. Not all of them. There were some grey heads going around the triangle on wheels.

trail adopted by
Solid signage all the way up although the mileage estimates, when they exist, are always short.

grassy area surrounded by trees
Some moments in a lovely meadow. Old trail travels directly down the middle of the meadow but new trail meanders so it does not gather water. Good work Fat Tire Society!

a little bit of mountain
High in the meadow almost gives a view.

blown up purple flower
A tiny bit of purple rendered large.

There are bits where it is clear this was an old road once. Guessing from the sign at the wilderness boundary, it would have been at least a wagon road. Things get mildly confusing as the road goes up and over a ridge into a bit marked as inholding on my map. A ribbon on a tiny trail to the side goes around the local bump along the ridge to the right like my map indicates, but quite a major trail goes around to the left through a corner. My guess is the property owner decided this corner was sacred and the Forest Service decided it wouldn't take much to oblige and move the trail. I go to the top of the ridge to see the view (none) and then follow the narrower trail. After all, it isn't anything to me to oblige also. As the trails come back to meet again, there is a somewhat new corner monument surrounded by old carved bearing trees. Yep, fussy landowner.

bearing tree with carvings recovered
A differently done bearing tree on the ridge top. The regrowth over the old carving has been cut away recently. The monument is dated 2016.

The junction with Big Teseque comes soon after. This section of trail had hardly any people on it compared to the lower sections. I keep going upward and it is starting to feel high. One bad thing about that is that there are starting to be tent caterpillars in the aspens again. They were missing below. But the good is there is more view in the spaces between the trees.

trees with a little view
Getting some obscured views.

white with purple dots
These stems of tiny flowers like orchids were just over a foot tall.

Forest Road 102 comes with a great deal of warning, stop signs, and big signs with mileages. Just 2 miles left to the ski basin. If you're a crow. If not, you'll have to go the extra half mile it claims to the wilderness boundary. Above, the trail used to wind upward in short switchbacks but has been rerouted into a single long run that climbs so slowly and with frequent rolls that I'm not even sure I'm going up. Somehow as it comes back, it is higher than the section below. Further up, a similar group of wiggles have been given a second route. At the bottom, a sign points "uphill traffic" onto the new route while at the top a sign points to the old route as "technical" and the new route as "Winsor Trail". In the middle of it all is the fence for the cattle range. Those bicyclist put in a rolling grate for themselves but forgot to add a ranch gate for any horses that might come along. They better know to take the "technical route" no matter what direction they are going.

nude aspen in summer
Getting a look above. It does happen to be of a bit of mountain that is mostly covered with aspens that are mostly covered with tent caterpillars and not with leaves.

moisture leads to flowers
Getting a lot more moist with lots of little streams and lots of white flowers.

out and down
Another view in the other direction.

Upward some more means hitting the fence again and one more rolling grate. They used to have a wooden grate at one of these and a wooden rolling grate at another, but both have been replaced without being fully removed. I guess the one is susceptible to getting filled in and the other looks like it was breaking already. The metal ones are bending in spots, but I can't figure out why the last one is fenced forcing the bicycles to fiddle with a ranch gate. I'm sure they hate the things even more than I do.

rolling grate on a fence
Rolling grates for all, except for horses.

I sort of thought that when passing below the "Vista Grande Overlook" there might be a grand view, but no such luck. Just trees until the brief touch of the road next to the Norski Cross-country Ski Track, which is a trail in summer. There is no sign on the continuation. It looks like the post had an accident with a car. Then the trail plunges back down, and downhill, before climbing past a junction and that blocked rolling grate and the top. Well, the "top" for today for me.

very deep blue, maybe even violet
Violets in the right color.

junction beside the creek
All the creek crossings outside the wilderness seem to have bridges. It's nice for the big creeks.

The only folks on that bit of trail were a couple campers hoping there were more camp sites on the far side of the creek. There aren't. Well, unless you count those sort of camp sites on either side of the fence along the power line road I found on the last hike. Those weren't very good sites. A rather different sort of hike. Definitely a good workout and I did find something to look at even if the views tended to be tree covered.




©2019 Valerie Norton
Written 21 Jul 2019

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