Another Road, Another Wash

A road branches to the west from the ranch road just below my fence. It was always there in some form, but some years ago some trucks came through and made it more obvious.

At the time someone told me the Indians did it to get back to some clay deposits they needed for their pottery. The person who told me was simply passing on something he’d heard. However, it sounded like one of those things you’re told by people who are aware others exist in the universe who live differently than they, but don’t actually know any of them and so attribute everything to them in an almost conspiratorial fashion to establish they really do know what’s going on.

Another possibility was that some utility had to get back.

The one thing it wasn’t was an enlightened county project to build a recreation trail. However, that’s how it’s been used since by those who walk their dogs or their hearts. The trucks haven’t been back, but it’s been kept open by ATV’s.

It never seemed particularly interesting to me, because I’d already learned few wild flowers grew with the prairie grasses. The far arroyo was more rewarding.

Yesterday was the first time I walked farther than the junipers.

A wash opened on the right that wasn’t connected to the one that had backed up from the acequia drop. The ranch road goes between the two with no sign it’s been filled. Still this wash looked like it might be part of the same weak area.

The banks were steep and maybe 8' high with isolated tongues of soil in the center. It went back as far as a fence and stopped, for no apparent reason.

I didn’t go in to explore. That was the adventure for another day. Today I wanted to know where the road went.

The fence wire had been removed between three posts for the road, which continued to climb toward a row of utility poles. It got to them, and continued to the left, which would be north. So much for that theory.

It rose to a crest, then dropped into a wash, this one the upstream section of the one by the cone I call the barbarian’s wash for reasons best left to the imagination. It had the same characteristics as the one to the south, steep banks and chiseled islands.

There were no signs anyone had mined the area, only that ATV’s had been through on their way north along the front of the tertiary uplands. So much for the theory it led to a special deposit of clay. It was simply a trail.