Last October, I followed a scenic road sign through Karr Canyon, near High Rolls, off of Highway 82.
This September, my last month in New Mexico, I revisited the Karr Canyon drive. The trees weren't in their autumn dress, but the sunflowers were in radiant bloom, there was a mist lowering into the valley, and a cool rain fell.
Karr Canyon, near High Rolls, New Mexico |
Karr Canyon, near High Rolls, New Mexico |
Karr Canyon, near High Rolls, New Mexico |
Karr Canyon, near High Rolls, New Mexico |
Karr Canyon, near High Rolls, New Mexico |
Karr Canyon, near High Rolls, New Mexico |
Last October's post:
Cloudcroft, NM: Karr Canyon and the Mystery of Binoculars 58
Karr Canyon, near Cloudcroft, New Mexico |
AKA: New Mexico: Fall Colors, Part 3
After I emerged victorious from imaginary mountain lion attacks, I made my way back through High Rolls and headed to Cloudcroft proper.
But almost as soon as I got onto Highway 82, I saw a sign with a graphic of binoculars and the number 58, pointing right.
58 Binoculars
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and why not? So I turned right onto Karr Canyon Road in search of what I presumed to be a scenic viewpoint a few hundred yards away.
The beginning held so much promise, with a spectacular vision of tall columns of leafy sunshine.
And after rounding some pleasant curves, I approached a postcard-beautiful meadow at the foot of the mountains, filled with multi-colored, waving grasses and shrubs in medieval-tapestry colors like claret, champagne, and ivory. Alas, I knew my camera was not going to be able to overcome the still-strong sunlight to recreate how gorgeous this scene was. It's worth returning to this area during a different time of day to try to capture it. In the meantime, this was the best I could do:
But where was this scenic view #58? I pushed on. I seemed to be climbing, and soon I entered a forest. Then yay! Another sign with the binoculars and the 58!
(What was the 58? The name of the road? The mile marker? The 58th scenic view in NM? I didn't know, but I was guessing a mile marker, but weren't the mile markers ascending rather than descending? I didn't know.)
I kept going, even when the pavement stopped.
The forest pressed in closer. I passed an area with picnic tables and even a vault toilet structure. The road was pretty rough, and I kept climbing.
I saw a trio of deer over on the left, and they bounded away.
Occasionally, sun pushed through the dense canopy and I thought I might be cresting the mountain, where I'd arrive at the view. But then I'd climb some more.
My wuss side kept talking to me about vehicle breakdowns, heavily-armed mountain-living survivalists, methheads, and I had no whistle to defend myself.
But I kept going.
Until. I realized, no, it was just too late in the day, this first day of not-daylight-savings time. So I turned around and came back, with a plan to find out what this 58 business was so I could visit it another day. I got to see the lovely yellow columns again on my way out.
Absolutely beautiful shots. I hope you did get a chance to go back.
ReplyDeleteRobin McDowell, Alamogordo