Little Arsenic Springs

February 18, 2024.

3.8 mi. | 890′ ele. gain | 3:30 hr.

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On a recommendation from a friend, we took a small detour to the Wild Rivers Recreation Area. It was President’s Day weekend, so I was a little concerned that we’d have trouble avoiding crowds. And this place didn’t feel too far off the beaten path.

But when we arrived, we pulled into a campground with a beautiful view over a river gorge and there was only one other party there. We chose sites on different sides of the campground, and besides a friendly wave in passing, didn’t see or hear each other the whole night.

The next morning, we moved to the Little Arsenic Springs Campground to have direct access to the hiking trail. It was partly cloudy when we began our hike, but the clouds quickly moved in. The trail alternated from being snowy to being clear, and while we brought traction devices, we never needed to use them. At the low point of the trail, we came across a developed backcountry campsite that must be for rafters. There was a pit toilet and covered picnic area! We used the facilities, then found rocks to sit on near the river. I worked on a painting and Aaron drew in his sketchbook. It was very peaceful.

From there, we followed the trail as it meandered along the river, up to a plateau, then back to the top of the canyon. The entire time, I felt like I was back in Central Oregon. The curvy river, bound by lava rock. The ponderosa pine and juniper trees. The sagebrush fields. The familiar palette of ochres, blue-green, rusty browns. The views of snow-dusted mountains. Only the frequent cactus piles snapped me back to place. This is New Mexico.

On the last stretch of trail up to the top, I stopped to read all the little interpretive signs. I just really love a nature trail! I think about the time and effort put in to thinking about where to place the signs, which facts to highlight and how best to craft the text on the sign. It sounds like a challenging but fun job.

Once we reached the parking lot at the top, we followed one last trail to get back to camp. A thin layer of snow covered the ground here. The mountainsides all around us were also covered in snow. The views were breathtaking. This is a place I’d happily come back to.

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