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| West Spanish Peak |
Las Animas County (Colorado) Highpoint Range Highpoint - Wahatoya Mountains |
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Thus far on my trip I had covered quite a bit of land and counties in New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma,
and even some bluffs and mesas in southeastern Colorado, but I had been no higher than 8,700 feet. Now
I was getting ready to tackle some real peaks, the first being West Spanish Peak. After completing a
threesome of Plains counties in southeast Colorado, I arrived into Trinidad in far-south Colorado around
noon, then drove up to Walsenburg to resupply, refresh and spend a little money. Pretty much from about
60-70 miles away, still way out on the dusty plains, I could see the two-humped silhouette of the
Wahatoya Range, the small isolated range holding the two so-called Spanish Peaks. West Peak is 13,626
feet high, while East Peak comes in at 12,683 feet. From Walsenburg I took US-160 and CO-12 through La
Veta about 40 total miles to Cucharas Pass. The drive is very pretty and features some of the oddest
rock formations I've ever seen: volcanic dikes radate out from the Wahatoyas in all directions. These
are literally massive free-standing walls of rock, as high as 300-400 feet, maybe only 20-40 feet thick,
and some over a couple of miles in length. Many have natural arches and holes in them. I can't think
of anywhere else where I've seen them like here.
From Cucharas Pass I took a very good dirt road another 7 miles or so to Cordova Pass at 11,240 feet
elevation, directly below and in full view of West Spanish Peak. It was only about 3 pm when I arrived,
but this was by design; I wanted to spend the rest of the day there to acclimate to the altitude. At
the pass is a nice picnic and camping area. Only one other vehicle was there, however, and its owners
came back from their hike about 4 and left, leaving the whole area to myself! I came prepared: lots of
food, drink and reading material. I also made a short hike out to Levy Lookout, a small treeless knob
about 3/4 mile in which allows for excellent views of all surrounding peaks. This is some real mountain
territory: Culebra Peak at 14,069 feet was to my west, while massive Blanca Peak at 14,345 was to my
northwest. The Greenhorn Range was to my north, and an interesting peak at "only" 11,569 feet caled
Maestes Peak stood immediately north. It looked steep and was surrounded by cliffs. Looked pretty
tough, I figured.
However, I was transfixed by my objective, West Spanish. From Levy Lookout could see my route: a hike
through the forest, then a daunting, intimidatingly steep rock-hop to the summit (see photo). Frankly
it looked near impossible. In any case, the sky grew dark and I eventually crashed in the back of my
truck. During the night I had some breathing episodes- the altitude was getting to me. I didn't sleep
very soundly. I awoke at sun-up, dressed, ate and started in at about 5:30 a.m. by my time. The first
2 miles or so stays mostly level through the forest, then starts a steady gain up switchbacks as the
forest thins out. I spooked a herd of deer. Finally, I came to the end of the maintained trail at a
large cairn at the base of the final climb up the rocky ridge.
According to the map I had about 1,600 vertical feet to gain in about a mile - a consistent 25-30% grade
over big boulders, small boulders, pebbles and scree. However, past hikers have tromped paths into the
softer bits, while cairns help amid the rockier parts. I just put my head down and started hoofing it.
At first, it wasn't too bad. Then, below a small cliff of sorts, I had loose scree and small talus that
made for slow going. I often lost the trail, then re-found it, usually just hiking by common sense.
Often, I'd identify an odd rock formation and just concentrate on hiking to that, then find another one
to concentrate on, so forth. Above this quasi-cliff, the footing got a little better as the rocks were
bigger and more set. I basically put my mind in Zen mode and hiked, eventually reaching the upper
reaches of the peak, where the trail levelled nicely. The summit was in view, still about 300 feet up
and another quarter-mile away, but the trail was good and I made good time, reaching the summit at 8:10
a.m. At 13,626 feet, this was the highest I'd been since my hike up Mt Rainier in 1997. But I felt
good, last night's breathing episodes long gone. There are three summit knobs and although the
westernmost one has been identified as the highest, I went to all three anyway. I signed in the
register, snapped some shots, then waited as another guy was slowly coming up. I relaxed and when he
arrived, we chatted and he snapped a shot of me. He then sat and waited for his buddy while I started
down.
Going down wasn't too bad. Actually, I could see the faint trails better, but the loose rock at those
lower cliffs made for slow going. My trekking poles were vital, but once or twice I used five points of
contact to get down tricky bits. Finally, I arrived back to the trail and walked out, arriving back to
my truck at about 10:30 a.m. I didn't see anyone else. This was a brilliant, invigorating climb that challenged me. The views from the summit were magnificent
and I was blessed with great weather. Now, onto Pueblo County.
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