Cabresto Lake & Rio Chiquito - September 2023

 Carson National Forest, New Mexico

September 26 - 29, 2023

This is a continuation of my September trip that started with a visit to Rio Grande del Norte National Monument. I broke this trip into two independent parts. To continue... After deciding not to camp at Wild Rivers Recreation Area I returned to the highway and drove south on NM-522.

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Tuesday, September 26

Questa

I filled my gas tank in Questa, just to be on the safe side, and looked at my Carson National Forest map as I'd remembered the turn off I would want was a little tricky. Actually it's a lot tricky. You go east on NM-38 toward Red River. The map has you thinking you take an immediate left, north, but you have to go almost a mile east before you see the sign to Cabresto Lake, FR-563, aka Cabresto Road. There is a clearly visible sign, so they're not hiding it, it's just not where you'd expect.

Cabresto Road

Once you leave Questa the road become gravel with significant washboard, but also enters the forest, with trees right up next to the edge of the road. The route follows Cabresto Creek past a few summer cabins. About 6 miles from the highway is the turn-off north to the lake. You now will have to climb 2 miles of rocky, rough road. The sign says "Not Suitable for Passenger Cars" and that's mostly the case, though a careful driver in a car with some undercarriage clearance could make it up without incident. Still, it's not the most pleasant road. I met two vehicles coming out.

Cabresto Lake and Campground

Cabresto Lake was created behind a concrete and earth dam. The lake is known for being one of the few places where one can catch brook trout. Though I was told by fishermen that the best spot for brookies is Lake Fork Creek where it enters the lake. Elevation is 9,500 feet.

This primitive campground is officially recognized as such by the forest service, but it is much more "informal" than the usual USFS campground. There is a vault toilet in the middle of the parking area, which is the end of the road. There is a picnic table at the edge of the parking area next to the hill; another a little ways up that hill with a small level site for a tent and a sloped parking space; a walk-in site on the north side of the road just as it gets to the parking area; and two (or three) sites without tables along the south side of the road a few hundred feet before you get to the lake.

I camped at the lake once in 2016 and my site was on a slope beyond what I could level, but I did have a view of the lake, which was my goal at the time. I re-read my post from that visit: I recommended simply camping in the parking lot as the day hikers and those fishing would leave before dark. 

When I arrived there was one 4Runner camped in one of the sites located before you get to the lake. The gravel parking lot was completely empty. I walked around looking for a level spot that would have a bit of view of the lake (there are trees between the parking lot and the lake) and that would get sun for the solar panels the next day.

My campsite at the edge of the parking area next to the lake.

I found a nice location along the lakeside edge near the gate to the dam access road. I could get a bit of a view and, as I was at the end of the lot, I'd be out of the way of folks coming in the next morning. It was about 6pm by the time I was all set up and could sit and enjoy the evening. The lake level was quite a bit lower than when I'd been there before, of course that was June and not September. The clouds of earlier in the day were long gone, so there wasn't much of a sunset.

View of the lake from the dam access road.

Wednesday, September 27

Cabresto Lake (continued)

I had the place to myself the next morning. The sun rose over the eastern mountains about 9am and was pleasant to sit there drinking my coffee and watching the antics of the many, many chipmunks. After a while a SUV with two older couples came in and parked. They were going to hike up the trail to Heat Lake and back—about 5 miles each way. Sounded ambitious to me, but they did look to be in better physical condition than your humble correspondent. (I talked to them again when they returned later in the afternoon and learned that they'd not made it that far after all.)

Despite there being many, many chipmunks constantly around I only managed one good photo.

Lake Fork Creek Trail

The hike I'd made up Lake Fork Creek on my original visit had been a highlight, so I was looking forward to a second take. I put a picnic lunch in my camera bag and set off about 11am. It was a glorious day with clear blue sky and mild temperatures. The trail is narrow with plenty of ups-and-downs as it follows the creek. Much of the time you can only hear the water rushing nearby. At one point a side channel runs right next to the path. A very beautiful hike.

Entering the wilderness (composite photo)

Although only a few aspen were contemplating color change many smaller plants, bushes, and deciduous trees were well into their autumn finery. There were only a few wildflowers this time, in contrast to the many wildflowers along the trail in June. After about 2 miles I found a little grassy area to sit and have my lunch before heading back to camp.

Leaves beginning to celebrate the season

Beautiful colors

Sometimes the creek was down a steep slope...

...sometimes is was right next to the path.

More autumn foliage

I spotted this interesting caterpillar next to the trail.

Lake Fork Creek

Late season Scarlet Gilia

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The trail returns to Cabresto Lake.

Campground Host?

After my hike I set up my chair to admire the view of the lake and surrounding mountains. The weather was perfect. I'd make occasional forays to photograph the scenery or butterflies; the birds were all around but refused to hold still for a photo.

I found it amusing that I seemed to fall into the role of host. A car would come in and the couple would ask me how to go down to the lake. A truck would come in and the gentleman would ask me where he could camp. Another gentleman asked where there was good fishing. Someone else asked where the trailhead was located. Luckily, I knew the answers. LOL.

On one of my short perambulations I discovered the prolific blossoms on a chamisa bush nearby were covered in butterflies. I don't think I've seen so many crowded around one plant before. I snapped lots of photos and managed to get a few nice ones.

This chamisa was extremely popular with the butterflies.

Milbert's Tortoiseshell

Painted Lady

A very orange Red Admiral

Forewing view of a Red Admiral

Hoary Comma

By evening several of the campsites just before the parking area were occupied. All but one were out of sight and all were quiet. The parking lot cleared out well before dark.

Afternoon view of my camp

That night as I went to bed I heard an owl calling nearby.

Thursday, September 28

Cabresto Lake (continued)

A quiet morning with a few high clouds in an otherwise blue sky. I would move on today, though in no particular hurry. I planned to reverse course from my first visit to this locale—down the mountain, up Cabresto Road, over the mountain to Red River, then up over Bobcat Pass, through Eagle Nest, and up the switchbacks on US-64. I would find the forest road I came out on and wind my way to Rio Chiquito and the lovely campsite I had found those year ago.

A last view of this gem of an alpine lake

Cabresto Road FR-134

The drive down the mountain from the lake was easier than the grind up. I turned left, east, when I reached the bottom. I noticed once again that there were many dispersed camping sites along Cabresto Creek for the first couple of miles east of the lake junction. Some looked nice; some looked well worn.

FR-597

I don't know if the road up and over Sawmill Mountain to the ski town of Red River has a name, but it is well marked at this end. It climbs quite high before cresting. Along the way up I took a few photos of aspen that were trying to decide if they wanted to turn yellow yet.

Heading up the mountain toward Red River

Coming down the other side of the mountain.

Red River

I drove through the resort town of Red River, which was quite busy with tourists. Red River has been a popular ski town and is also a favorite summer destination. I'd hoped to stop at the public library and borrow their wifi, but turns out that Thursday is their late opening day so I was out of luck. My needs were not so great as to try another source so I continued east on NM-38, Main Street.

A view of the ski slopes and town of Red River.

Eagle Nest

It's a gentle climb up to Bobcat Pass and from there the highway dropped slowly through open meadows to Eagle Nest where I turned right on the highway, US-64. Looks like Cowboy's where I used to stop for lunch is still closed. 

I found out they are rebuilding and widening the highway from the bottom, near the Angel Fire turn-off, all the way up to Palo Flechado Pass. The narrow road needed it. I had to wait at least 15 minutes for the pilot car, but at least that gave me plenty of time for a snack and to study my map to make sure of my turn-off to Rio Chiquito. 

Valle Escondido

You get to FR-437 from Valle Escondido Road and it was clearly signed. This was the forest road that would lead to my old campsite and from there west to the highway and out. There were some extremely rough patches of basalt that crossed the dirt road. I sure didn't remember them being so bad from when I came out this way years ago. I was concerned I was on the wrong road, but it had been clearly marked and there hadn't been any junctions. I guess I just didn't remember.

The road finally crested and came out to a large meadow area. I was ready for a break to relieve myself. I got back on the road and continued on. I didn't know it at the time, but I'd made a big mistake. I followed the road straight though the next junction, but that took me onto FR-438, not 437. I should have gone right at the junction, not that it was marked or anything. Had I taken the right road, it was only about 3 miles to my destination.

As it was I wandered for another hour or two on bad roads, seeing no one. I even came to a dead end at a canyon edge where both my GPS maps showed the road continuing on. I had to turn around and backtrack quite a ways. I had realized by this time I had missed a turn somewhere. Looking at the map and Earthmate app I thought I found a route that would take me where I wanted to go. So I followed that road until I got to a junction. There was a beat up sign on the road that I needed to take that warned the road was closed as the bridge was out. Ai-yi-yi. No choice but to take the other fork which would take me...   somewhere.

At least this road was fairly wide and in good condition. After a few miles I saw an ATV coming from ahead—the first people I'd seen in hours. I waved them down and asked for help. Luckily the older couple were from Eagle Nest and were a little familiar with the area. Long story short, I learned from them that the road I thought I needed was indeed open. The bridge had been replaced over a year ago. Once again I backtracked and turned down the road toward my old campsite. I still had several miles to go, but did indeed come out onto FR-437, finally! 

From that junction I turned back east. Very soon the road turned left up the hill. There is a spur that continues up the valley with a sign designating it as FR-437CG. CG for campground, I surmise. Though there is no campground some older maps do indicate one is there. From the turn-off it was about half a mile to my campsite. Whew! Made it!

Rio Chiquito

I found the exact campsite, next to the creek, where I'd stayed before. A very pretty site with a manicured lawn curtesy of free range cattle. They were not around, but had left several nearly fresh cow patties I had to avoid. Before setting up camp I decided to drive a bit farther up the road to see what was there. In the next meadow a couple were camped in a van with some sort of tent semi-attached to the back. There were a two lawn chairs set out and a black dog, but I didn't see the people.

Looked like the road ended just beyond there. I remembered from last time a berm had been built to close the old road—a possible hiking trail for the morrow. I returned to "my" meadow and made camp. With the longer than anticipated drive it was after 5pm before I was set up. When I'd been here in June the wild meadow was filled with wild flowers, but only one or two survivors this time.

My campsite with the little Rio Chiquito just behind the camper.

Rio Chiquito

After dinner I noticed reddish light shining on the ridge across the meadow. I took the camera to investigate. Not long after I was treated to a colorful sunset.

Red light from the sinking sun illuminating the ridge across from my campsite.

Colorful sunset as seen from my meadow.

Friday, September 29

Rio Chiquito (continued)

Every previous morning on this trip the outside temperature had dropped into the low 40ºs F. This morning it was a frigid 24º outside! Yikes. I'd requested a weather forecast on my inReach the previous evening as I was thinking of spending the day camped here. The forecast claimed 0% cloud cover all day and moderate temperatures with rain on Saturday. When the sun tried to rise above the ridge there were heavy clouds. It stayed below freezing for a couple of hours, so I stayed inside, drank hot coffee, read some of my novel, and ran the furnace from time to time.

Such a lovely spot, but very cold and cloudy.

The clouds seemed to be spreading instead of dissipating.

As the cold morning progressed the clouds seemed to be getting heavier and spreading. By 10am it had warmed up enough to walk around outside if bundled up. I took some photos. I was trying to decide whether to stay or head out. It was still cloudy, but could clear... or not. 

Looking across the meadow which is full of wildflower in summer.

This tree near the creek was getting into the spirit of the season.

These harebells were the only flowers I found in the meadow.

An aerial view showing the creek and my camper.

An aerial view east, farther up the valley.

If the weather improved I could drive down to Tres Rios and camp another night, or I could call it good and head home. I decided to pack up and break camp. I would choose between another night camping and home later.

Rio Chiquito Road - FR-437

By the map it's only 12-1/2 miles out to the highway, but it took about an hour and a half to drive. Again there were very rocky stretches of basalt that I hadn't remembered from last time which required slow going. The road follows Rio Chiquito creek through some pretty scenery. Beavers had been at work along the creek and later I caught up with the cattle that had trimmed my lawn. There were a number of dispersed campsites in the upper reaches of the road and a few sprinkled along its length. I stopped at one of those and had lunch. 

Beavers had been at work here.

I took this photo to show the little sunflowers off to the side.

Once within a few miles of the highway the terrain opens up and the lower elevation featured different ecosystem. There are several dispersed campsites, too, though more likely where teenagers come to party and drink beer. 

Cottonwoods at this lower elevation provide a little color.

High Road to Taos [NM-518, NM-75, NM-76, Sombrillo Rd]

I took the scenic route south. None of my few photos were interesting enough to include even though the route is scenic and highly recommended. The "High Road to Taos" is a recognized scenic byway between Santa Fe and Taos (actually more like between Española and Ranchos de Taos.) It connects many traditional communities in this beautiful area. I turned left on NM-518 from the forest road. The highway slowly climbs a long valley up to Pueblo Peak where there's a viewpoint. It's pretty, but too early for aspen in this area.

I'd left the clouds behind, but hadn't decided if I'd spend one more night camping or not. By the time I'd descended down to NM-75 I felt like I'd had a very good trip and a hot shower sounded better than another night in the camper. 75 goes through Peñasco then the route turns south on NM-75 and goes through Chamisal, Trampas, Truchas, and Chimayo. Then at Sombrillo I took 106 which connects to US-285.

The route is essentially freeway from there. I bypassed Santa Fe, then drove the interstate home. It was 88º along that last stretch and I wondered if I'd made a mistake winterizing my evaporative cooler at home before the trip. Luckily my house was a comfortable 73º inside.

Thanks for reading along. I hope you enjoyed the trip. There will be one more journey this season, so stay tuned.

Rio Grande del Norte National Monument - September 2023

Northern New Mexico

September 25 - 26, 2023

The Rio Grande del Norte National Monument, proclaimed about 10 years ago, is located primarily in the Taos Plateau in far northern New Mexico. It is comprised of rugged, wide open plains at an average elevation of 7,000 feet, dotted by volcanic cones, and cut by steep canyons. The Rio Grande carves an 800 foot deep gorge through layers of volcanic basalt flows and ash. Among the volcanic cones in the Monument, Ute Mountain is the highest, reaching to 10,093 feet.

I'd driven by the signs and often gazed out into the vastness whenever I drove up US-285 on my way to the Colorado or far northern New Mexico mountains. The region can also be seen from the eastern side, though I go up that way less frequently. I'd wondered what might be in the area, but it looked desolate and forbidding. I needed a spark.

Near the end of August one of my fellow New Mexicans posted a photo on Mastodon of his visit to the monument which captured my imagination. I reached out with questions and received recommendations in return. From this start I gathered what information I could online, there isn't much, and began to plan a visit. I will add detailed observations here for those who might wish to visit the monument themselves. It wasn't a lengthy visit, but I will include photos that I hope are representative of this area. Hopefully this will encourage you to visit, as well. I plan to return.

[This trip included three more nights in the Carson National Forest at Cabresto Lake and Rio Chiquito in the Taos Mountains, but that portion will be a separate post.]

Monday, September 25

Monday morning I drove north on the Interstate, by-passed Santa Fe, got gasoline and tacos in Española, and navigated the construction on the road to Taos. My plan was to go through Taos and take the old John Dunn bridge across the Rio Grande. I'd previously crossed the "high bridge" at the Gorge and at the old Taos Junction bridge, so this would be a new sight.

Looking downstream at the Rio Grande from a pull-out along NM-68 on the way north.

Visitor Center

I stopped at the BLM Visitor Center at Pilar off the east side of the highway, adjacent to the Orilla Verde section of the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument. I hoped to get maps and info. Good thing I did. The nice lady at the desk told me the the section of road from the John Dunn bridge up to the plateau was closed. "A big rock fell on it or something", she said. OK, change of plan.

Orilla Verde

With a couple new maps in hand I crossed the highway and drove up NM-570 through this lower section along the Rio Grande which I'd done way back in 2014. One could argue this stretch is where the Rio Grande Gorge really begins (ends?) with its high basalt lava cliffs.

Basalt lava cliffs portend the Rio Grande Gorge.

Rafting along a calm river.

A pretty drive on this clear, sunny day. There are a number of developed campgrounds with water in this recreation area for those less daring. Two have electric hook-ups (though one is closed while being refurbished.)

Taos Junction Bridge

The Rio Grande

The Taos Junction Bridge

The road is paved until you cross the single-lane, truss bridge. The switchbacks up the cliffside are rough and bumpy, but passible for a careful driver in a passenger car. Once on top the pavement begins again. I drove straight north on West Rim Road, NM-567 through open praire to US-64. When I got to the highway I realized I was less than a mile from the scenic bridge across the Gorge.

This is the view of the gorge when climbing the road up from the bridge.

High Bridge

I turned right and drove to the rest/parking area on the west side. What a circus! About half the non-handicapped parking is taken up by vendors of sundry goods of questionable provenance, i.e., junk. All the other parking spaces were full, due in part to a weirdly painted old school bus with some sort of "patriotic" theme. What a poor impression for visitors to be subjected to when they want to stop to see a scenic wonder. Sigh.

John Donn Bridge Road

I left the mêlée without stopping and drove northwest on the highway. The turn-off I wanted is about 6 miles from the junction of West Rim Road. The lady at the visitor center said there was a BLM sign there. I almost missed it as I was expecting one of the nice new Rio Grande del Norte National Monument signs. Instead, a little ways off the highway, was a plain brown sign indicating access to the Taos Plateau. Google Maps calls this Montoso Road; my Garmin GPS calls it John Donn Bridge Road (being the west end of the road that normally crosses that bridge.) You follow this dirt road about a mile then turn east. After about three miles is the junction with Cerro Montoso Road that Google Maps calls "Cam Delovato" until they don't. There was another brown BLM sign which gave milage to US-285 and to the Colorado Border, so at least I knew I was on the right road.

Cerro Montoso Road - TP-130

There are a few widely spaced homes along the first few miles of the road into the national monument. Must be very inconvenient when you can't get across the nearby bridge. A few of these homes were nice though not mansions; a few could be called tiny homes, if one were to be extremely generous. All had solar panels and all looked lived in, not vacation homes. I passed one red pickup truck here. That was the last vehicle I saw my entire time in Rio Grande del Norte National Monument.

Cerro Montosa Road headed north

There are a few private "inholdings" within the national monument. In fact most of the land until you are almost past Cerro Montoso to the west is private and you will see a few ranch road junctions, but I don't think anyone actually lives out there. The terrain is typical northern New Mexico plateau with sagebrush and native grasses and a sprinkling of junipers. In low areas where runoff collects are gardens of chamisa which were in full bloom at this time of year.

Beautiful vista east toward the Taos Mountains

The unmaintained dirt road was generally in good condition. There are rocky places where basalt veins reached the surface where you need to go slowly. In those aforementioned low areas the road can get very muddy, though the deep ruts were hard as rock when I drove through. Nowhere did I need 4WD, but high clearance is strongly recommended lest one high-center in any number of places.

Cerro Chiflo looks less like a volcano than the others in the area

Speaking of junctions and routes, if you get the official Rio Grande del Norte NM map from BLM you will see the roads designated TP-XXX, where TP stands for Taos Plateau since the name came long before the monument was born. You can get the paper map from one of the two visitor centers or the same map in PDF form from the BLM website. Those route numbers, however, are essentially useless as nearly all the route signs you will come across (and there are very few) have lost any legibility to weathering. And no one else, it seems, observes the BLM road designations. My Garmin GPS and Google have named the main north/south road Cerro Montosa Road in the south, and after the junction leading to US-285, it's called Comino de Lovato to the north. The BLM map will give you a general idea as to the primary roads through the monument, but actually location should be taken with a gain of salt.

Also, there are countless side roads throughout the national monument. Most are little more than tracks, some have seen some traffic, but it's not hard to follow the "main" route. These side roads may be fun to explore, if you are so inclined.

Unnamed Dirt Road West, aka TP-150

My Mastodon friend mentioned a road that took off to the west, south of Bushy Mountain. This would lead to the south side of Cerro de la Olla where there were dispersed camping areas. I was cautioned that these campsites might be occupied during hunting season, so I planned my trip to be just before elk and deer season. I was using the Earthmate app, which syncs with my inReach Satellite Communicator, to find my position on their topo map. I would strongly recommend some sort of GPS enabled maps for anyone visiting this area, though this is primarily for your convenience as you can always determine roughly where you are as the isolated volcanic cones are always visible to orient you.

The southwestern flank of Bushy Mountain reveals a cliff of volcanic ash.

Looking back east from the location of the photo above.

The road that BLM designates as TP-150 looked like it goes between the two hills of Bushy Mountain, but I found a "well travelled" road south of the smaller hill and took that route. I'm calling it TP-150(ALT). It was a good choice, though little more than a double-track, and after passing an interesting hill of volcanic ash (which shows up brightly on a satellite view), it joined the an east/west road "already in prgress." Looking at Google Maps, now I'm home, they have these roads and junctions properly placed—at least as far as the turn-off south of Bushy Mountain.

Cerro de la Olla

The BLM map showed one road, TP-185 heading north into the foothills of Cerro de la Olla. When I came upon a side road headed north I didn't know if it was the one or not, but using my GPS enabled topo I decided this was not the right road. I could see another on the topo map farther along, which did turn out to be the designated route. TP-185 is about 4 miles from Cerro Montosa Rd. 

For reference, this is TP-185 that heads up into the SW foothills of the mountain.
If you've clicked the photo for a larger view, you can see a typical route marker sans paint.

Looking farther west along TP-150 from the same spot as the above photo.

This side road was much rougher than those I'd been on, but not technical, just slow going. With the increase in elevation the junipers gave way to a piñon forest. I came across a clearing where someone had camped previously (and campers can be seen in the current Google satellite image), but it wasn't particularly level. The road became a bit more rocky and rutted, but soon opened up at a fork in the road. This area had been used for dispersed camping in the past with several potential sites. I took a spur left up onto a knoll. 

The view back (east) as I start up Cerro de la Olla.
You can see the Bushy Mountains and their ash flank in front of the Taos Mountains

I'm always looking for the holy grail of a level site, a spectacular view, and a wind break. I walked around the area and settled for two out of three. I ended up camping right on the "road" as I didn't want to crush any of the vegetation or soft soils off to the side. I had a pretty view of the mountainside and a grove of piñon trees blocked the wind. A very short walk took me to a view of the Taos Mountains and walking the other direction a view across the plains. Interestingly, I had good cell service up here. I spotted a tower in clear sight to the east near Taos. At home with a map I determined it was only abut 12 miles away, though it felt I was much more isolated than that.

The view east from next to my campsite.

The view across the plains toward the southwest

I sent my drone up for a spherical panorama. Hold your mouse button and drag to look around. I recommend clicking the full-screen icon or open the pano in a new tab.

A 180º panorama from above my campsite looking east toward Taos

I was outside in my chair having dinner when I realized the sun was casting a gorgeous red light, but by the time I got my camera and walked down the hill to take a photo of the mountains, I'd missed the peak. Still a pretty picture, as is the one a few minutes later.

I just missed the peak red light on the mountains

A few moments later in the gloaming

I think this is the quietest place I've ever been. I've been in some isolated places, as you know, but in those places there were always a few commercial airliners crossing overhead trailing a rumbling noise. Not here.

Tuesday, September 26

Cerro de la Olla (continued)

Oops, almost forgot to take the required photo of my camper set up in my campsite!

Time to continue my explorations of this new area. I packed up after breakfast and headed down the hill. I turned left, east, and headed toward Bushy Mountain, which is really two hills. I thought I'd see if I could find the road on the BLM map that looked like it passed between the hills. I passed the junction with the road I'd come in on and crossed a cattle guard sans fence. 

I couldn't take enough photos of the blooming chamisa, also known as rabbitbush.

Brushy Mountain

Apparently Brushy Mountain is made of volcanic ash with only a thin layer of soil on top. The ash was exposed here at the southwest corner. I parked not far from an abandon well house and walked up the hill via a double-track. The ash was surprisingly firm and previous visitors had driven up the hill and around the top. A few daredevils had even driven down the other side. Seemed like it was firm enough for a full size vehicle, but I didn't test it.

A view from the top of the hill of volcanic ash, looking west.
This photo is deceptive. The white top of the hill is about 20-30 higher than my truck.

When I sent up the drone for a panorama I took a look at where the the road went next. It looked sketchy. 

If you wish to view the panorama full screen, either click the icon in the upper right or visit the website.

I backtracked and recommend that if you come this way you take the road that skirts below the southern hill. I followed the road I'd come in on for a ways, then kept to the northeast when I came upon the spur that I'd come in on. This brought me back to the main north/south road where I turned north.

Cerro Montosa Road - TP-130

After turning on to Cerro Montosa Road I spotted two small, conical shaped hills to my right and a nice view across to the Taos Mountains.

A view of Cerro Chiflo, left, with the Taos Mountains in the background and Guadalupe Mountain just in front of them—both are on the far side of the Rio Grande Gorge.

Looking north along the road.

As I headed north the larger Cerro de la Olla was on my left and the smaller, and less conical, Cerro Chiflo on the right. I noticed a couple side roads on the right leading toward  higher, forested land; this might be an area to look for campsites. The there was another track to the left that also looked promising. I drove past then changed my mind and decided to go back and check it out as I had plenty of time. Sure enough, there were good campsites in among the piñon pines. I marked the spot on my GPS for my next visit, though I think that's unnecessary as the landmarks are unambiguous. (All this was confirmed by looking at satellite maps at home. FYI: According to the BLM map this area appears to be private land, though it is unposted and obviously frequented by passers-by and, likely, hunters.)

After passing between the peaks, the through road turns northeast.  After about 3 miles the road turns back north and quickly comes to a junction. I wasn't sure at the time, as there was no sign or marker, but if you go west at the junction you will come out at US-285 north of San Antonio Mountain. The road also passes the old McGreggor Place, but I have no information on that. BLM designates this road as TP-120. I think I'll go this way on my next visit.

Comino de Lovato

I proceeded (continued) north as my goal was Colorado and the bridge across the Rio Grande up there which I'd never seen. This section of road appears much less travelled and in many places is double-track only. Also the land appears much dryer with only range grass and no juniper or large shrubs. The road here is named Comino de Lovato, though still designated TP-130 on the BLM map. After several miles I crossed a cattle guard and for the first time there were isolated herds of cattle grazing. Twice I had to wait for one them to stand up and get off the road.

Aerial view from above Camino de Lovato looking back at Cerro de la Olla.

There are some very rocky sections from the junction to the state line where ancient lava flows have become exposed on the surface of the landscape. It's necessary to drive very slowly through those. There are still low areas where water accumulates, however here the ruts have been flattened by cattle hooves. None of the road is technical and high clearance is strongly recommended.

I was lucky to spot this little tarantula skittering across the road. I just barely had enough time to pull over and stick my camera out the window. One second more and the spider had disappeared.

A hazard to look out for are the cattle guards. My theory is the ground is too rocky to dig the pit over which the metal rails would sit. Instead it appears they sit a pre-cast concrete vault, with rails pre-installed, on top of the road and pile dirt up against it as a ramp on both sides. Over time the dirt has eroded away leaving the concrete sticking up 2+ inches above the dirt ramp. It's like driving up and over a short curb. There may be a half-dozen of these along Camino de Lovato.

If you click for the larger photo you might be able to see the concrete curb I described.

After one such cattle guard I backed into a rancher's side road to have lunch. I took the opportunity to send the drone up for a spherical panorama.

Continuing along the road Ute Mountain to the northeast is a constant companion.

Ute Mountain to the northeast

Clouds were building over San Antonio Mountain to the west.
The mountain, though geologically related to the volcanic field in the national monument, is located in Carson National Forest and is administered by the USFS.

Since entering the national monument there had been hundreds of small grassland birds taking flight before me as I drove along. I tried time and again to stop and hope they would alight where I could get a photo, but no joy. My luck changed when a much larger bird flew up and landed at the side of the road ahead. I was able to stop, and using my open door as a blind take a number of photos. I wasn't sure at first what the bird was, but got out my binoculars and discovered it was a Burrowing Owl. Very cool! It then flew off the road where I was able to get a better photo.

The Burrowing Owl is sure I'm up to no good.

Here the road is passing through a sandy area.
The South Piñon Hills to the north are in Colorado.

At this point Ute Mountain is almost due east.

Also, this entire afternoon, I'd been observing a thunderstorm build over San Antonio Mountain. Later this would move east.

San Antonio Mountain is obscured by the heavy thunderstorm.

South Piñon Hills, Colorado

I crossed the state line without fanfare. There was one old-style "Welcome to New Mexico - Taos Plateau" sign on the road facing north. That's it. 

Hello, Good-bye

South Piñon Hills in Colorado

The road winds through a few small flat-topped hills, crosses a basin, then into a larger group of hills which the maps call South Piñon Hills. The road turns west and after a little over 4 miles ends at County Road G, though it is unmarked here. I turned right, east, toward the Rio Grande. The road here is wide gravel and smooth. I noticed one of the new BLM signs here for "San Luis Hills" which apparently refers to the entire range that includes the Piñon Hills. The clouds from earlier had already moved into these hills and the wind was picking up.

Lobatos Bridge

Lobatos Bridge across the Rio Grande

After 6 miles I came to the single-lane Lobatos Bridge across the Rio Grande. There is a parking area at the southwest corner of the bridge where I pulled off for photos. Looks like you could camp there in a pinch, as this is BLM land, and someone had built a rock fire ring. The area along both sides of the river here is designated as the Rio Grande Natural Area.

Looking downstream.

I would argue the bridge marks the start of the Rio Grande Gorge.

The land east of the river must be all private. You can see from the satellite view someone had big development plans as there are many, many roads in a grid pattern. I tried to follow the BLM map to find the entrance to the national monument, but their map only shows the route, not any of the junctions. I got lost a bit confused in the grid, but figured it out by using my Earthmate app. The access road is much farther to the east than I realized (though the map does show it in the right place.)

Ute Mountain

Welcome sign with Ute Mountain in the background.

The entrance road is marked with an old-style BLM sign that is modern enough to include the legend Rio Grande del Norte National Monument and has their map under plexiglass. The road goes straight south for two miles and is smooth and wide. It then turns straight west. It gets somewhat more confusing after that and I was keeping my eyes on the weather as the clouds were building. 

Driving west, north of the mountain

The road is double-track and at times dips deeply into one arroyo after another. There were also rocky stretches where you have to go slow. I don't believe Google has correctly identified the "main" roads, at least on the north side of the mountain, so be wary. I didn't seem to follow what the BLM map showed, either. I tried to follow the most traveled turns (which might not be ideal in retrospect.)

West slopes of Ute Mountain (and my last photo of chamisa, I promise.)

The Gorge

I could see that the road was getting closer to the Rio Grande Gorge. I'd noticed on a satellite view during my planning that there appeared to be a side road leading to a dispersed campsite (or two) next to the gorge. When I saw what looked like an appropriate turn, I took it. Sure enough, I found a campsite right near the edge. I marked it on my GPS and also took photos and sent the drone up for a spherical panorama.

The Rio Grande from next to the dispersed campsite.

You can see the gorge cutting north across the plains in this aerial view.

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I drove back to where I'd made my original turn to continue on and noticed a yellow Dead End sign attached to a road marker. It looked fairly new, too. I had to go a ways before I could turn around, but have confirmed from home that road does indeed end about half a mile farther along. I was a bit puzzled. I had seen a road cross the spur I took to the gorge campsite; maybe that was now the "main" road though it didn't look well used. 

I don't know exactly how far I drove. I know two different people who said it was possible to drive all the way around Ute Mountain on the west side and that it was a rough, bumpy road. Nonetheless, the road seemed to be getting worse and I wasn't convinced I was on the through road, so I called it quits, turned around, and headed back the way I'd come in. In looking at the satellite view now, I believe I was on the through road and there appears to be several cleared areas farther along where you could camp. I just wanted to clear out in front of the weather. I decided to head south to the BLM's Wild Rivers area. I had read the roads were paved and that seemed a good idea with the storm coming.

I back-tracked along my route. As I was driving north on the exit road I was treated to a pronghorn crossing in front of me. I had hoped to see pronghorn on my drive north, but had not. Once out of the monument getting to the state highway was a challenge. My Garmin GPS would have had me go straight east, but there was a fence and a field in the way. I again needed my Earthmate app to find my way to the highway, NM-522. Sheesh.

Wild Rivers Recreation Area (a more domesticated portion of Rio Grande del Norte)

This is another area I'd seen on maps and never visited. It features paved roads and developed campgrounds, though no hook-ups. Naturally, by the time I got here the storm had dissipated and it was very warm. I turned off of NM-522 on Post Office Road in Cerro (a shortcut if coming from the north) onto NM-378 which goes into the recreation area. The highway curves around to the west side of Guadalupe Mountain. I stopped for a photo of the gorge at the Sheep Crossing Overlook just inside the park boundary.*

Here at the overlook you can see the gorge is getting deeper.

There are a number of trails into Guadalupe Mountain and a few day-use, pull-offs on the gorge side. Once in the main fee area you enter a one-way loop road that goes by the Wild Rivers Visitor Center. Then you come to the El Aguaje Campground (which I somehow missed seeing on my way around the loop) on the Red River side. At the southern end of the loop is the La Junta Campground which is dedicated to walk-in, tent camping. No one was there.

There are four small camping areas with gravel roads for vehicle camping. Looks like each site has a ramada for shade. Every space was taken on a Tuesday afternoon. I gather one of the big attractions of this area is that there are trails from the campgrounds down to the Rio Grande for those who are willing to hike for some water sports.

I decided not to try to find a site in the campground I'd missed on the other side of the loop away from the gorge. Even if I found a site it would be too warm for comfort and being away from the Rio Grande seemed like giving up.  I've learned later this was a good decision, too, as there is no shade in that particular campground. The Red River is below the canyon rim, but a long way below.

I didn't get any photos of Wild Rivers beyond the one at the overlook. Basically it contains shrubs and wild grass with piñons and juniper woods, typical of northern New Mexico.

There was plenty of light left, so I accelerated my plans and drove back out to the highway and turned south. The remainder of this trip will be documented in a separate post.

*Additional Dispersed Campsites

I noticed what looked like an RV on the rim of the gorge far to the north when I was at Sheep Crossing Overlook. In looking at satellite views from home I can see there appears to be clearings for dispersed camping along the rim just north of the Wild Rivers Recreation Area. Where the highway starts to curve to the south, take the dirt road west toward, then past, the transfer station. Drive north along the rim. This BLM land is within the national monument, so camping is legal and free here.

Also, the lady at the BLM Visitor Center had circled an area south of Wild Rivers on one of the xerox maps she gave me and said there was dispersed camping in that area, too. There was no detail on that map, so I looked it up while writing this post. It seems Carson National Forest extends all the way to the Rio Grande south of Red River (and thus south of Wild Rivers). The map shows a gravel road, FS-9, from NM-522 (across from Rio Grande Stables) leading to a primitive campground near the rim of the gorge on Cebolla Mesa. Looking at the satellite view, there appears to be a vault toilet in a central camping area and a small network of side roads leading to other dispersed sites.

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