50 Hikes 50 States--West Virginia

50 Hikes 50 States--West Virginia

My last hike in Ohio found me by myself in the woods. For the next hike on this 50 Hikes 50 States Project, I headed to West Virginia to hike with one of the favorite men in my life, my husband. This was the third hike in our weekend hiking trio of Kentucky, Ohio and West Virginia and the one which held the most anxiety.

I expected this hike in western West Virginia to be decorated by hunters, gun shots and orange hunting vests. Rather, it was one of the most quiet and calming hikes I've had. It gave me a chance to think about all the people I know from West Virginia.

My Family Roots Go Deep in West Virginia

Three brothers who loved each other.

My roots go deep in West Virginia. Although my parents, high-school sweethearts, dated and married in this wild, wonderful state, they left as soon as they could. But that didn't mean we didn't go back as often as we could for holidays and family events. These visits let me know my relatives; they are a colorful and lively bunch.

I'm lucky enough to have had the same batch of relatives for the first 31 years of my life. I had grandparents-a-plenty. My great grandmother passed when I was 31, my last grandmother passed when I was 50, just a few years ago. I couldn't have been luckier in the grandparent, aunt, and uncle department. A few of these folks who loved me stay high in my mind for the advice and unique sayings they bestowed on me. These sayings are true West Virginia, through and through.

Drink RC. Not Coke.

Granny counting her poker winnings.

We'll start with my great grandmother, Virgie. Born in 1899, she was a woman suffragist who worked for the right of women to vote alongside her Democrat-boss husband who passed out bottles of liquor from his liquor/meat shop to people who voted correctly. The last thing she always said to me when hanging up the phone, "Be good to your mother."

Two granddaddies lived their best lives every day. One, who retired from RC Cola, never drank a Coke in his life. The other loved to tell two stories. He was a church-going Catholic who giggled every time he mentioned how the Summersville Dam got its name. He always said that when building a dam, the city planners like to name the dam after the local town. But the local town was Gad. And they couldn't name the dam, Gad Dam, so they named it Summersville. His other famous saying, "If they flatted out the state of West Virginia, it'd be bigger than Texas."

Playing nickel poker has always been a big past time of my family. We'd all sit around the table, everyone else smoking while I gasped for air, learning the proper way to call cards. My dad's younger brother taught us the proper names for poker cards: Cowboy, Lady, J Hook, Railroad, Niner, Frog Eye, Pump Handle, Boot, Nickel, Boat, Tres, Deuce, Bullet.

My dad's youngest brother shared a few sayings, too:

  1. Money cannot buy happiness, but it's more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes than in a Honda.
  2. Forgive your enemy but remember the fool's name.
  3. Help someone when they are in trouble and they will remember you when they're in trouble again.
  4. Alcohol doesn't solve any problems. Bu then again, neither does milk.

Of Course, Dad Reigned

Yet, my dad probably had the two sayings that stuck with me long and hard:

  1. You can live in your car but you can't drive your house. (Spend wisely.)
  2. I don't believe in allowance; it's a privilege you get to live here.

Most of these families memories have now passed, but their personalities stay thick in my mind. I'm sure everyone has characters in their families. All I can say is that, as my cousin says, "You can pick your boogers, but you can't pick your family."

Hiking West Virginia

Thus, I found myself hiking in West Virginia, which brings me to another story, this one from my dad, about why I was anxious about hiking in West Virginia. November is hunting season. Although I don't have any statistics to support my statement, I imagine there might be more hunters in West Virginia than hikers. What's my proof?

My dad owned a factory near Morgantown. He tells a story about when he first walked into the factory, he sat down with the Human Resources Department. They wanted to figure out the holiday schedule for the employees and when they'd have their days off. Absenteeism during the month of November always ran high. After investigating the data, so he says, everyone was "calling in sick" in November and coming back to work with fresh venison for lunch. Thus, he changed the holiday schedule. No one got any time off at Christmas and New Year's. Instead, the whole plant took off November. Absenteeism dropped and morale went up.

No Hunting on The Lost Trail

The hubs and I arrived to Beech Fork State Park at noon. Only a few folks camped in the campground, and the ranger stations were closed. We found a bulletin board with a map which pointed us to our designated hike, The Lost Trail, behind campsite 104 in the Moxley Branch Campground. A 3.5-mile, moderate loop along a creek and up over a mountain sounded like the perfect hike to reflect West Virginia.

To  my surprise, the first sign I saw at the trail head was, "No Hunting." I breathed a sigh of relief and zipped my jacket up over my orange shirt. A crisp 45-degree day invited us onto the trail, and off we journeyed. Most of the tree leaves had fallen, but the elms held their golden leaves, providing an intriguing view into the forest. After driving three hours to get here, our legs found a nice rhythm up and down steep, although not too strenuous, hills on a dirt path covered in fallen leaves.

At the top, we enjoyed a sit on well-placed benches overlooking the Beech Fork Lake, created by the Army Corp in 1979 to manage flooding. It was here that I really noticed the quiet and calm that the trail offered. We took in deep breaths, and I shared with the hubs a bit about my crazy family.

We finished our hike and had to dash ourselves back to the airport by way of a quick stop in Chipotle. Next time, though, I think we could find a fun vegetarian place in Huntington.

Next up, we head to New Orleans to tackle Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama.

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50 Hikes 50 States--Ohio

50 Hikes 50 States--Ohio

We had a wonderful time hiking in Kentucky, and I reminisced, often with tears in my eyes, about the fun times I had with my dad over thoroughbred races. With Ohio nearby, I continued this crazy 50 Hikes 50 States Project on my own with a hike in Cincinnati.

Women Hiking Alone in the Woods

Let's talk about hiking alone. Whether male or female, I don't recommend it, yet I encourage it at the same time. I know that's contradictory, and let me explain.

I believe that hikers can fall into two categories: those who think the woods are a fun and adventurous place, and those who think dangers and boogie men lurk in the woods. Either way to think about the woods is fine, but being comfortable in the woods comes much easier for Group A than Group B.

I'm in the Group B category. Perhaps because I am female, or maybe because my family wasn't big on family camping, scary images of the woods were drilled into me. The woods are full of scary people doing scary things to scared people. This is why I don't watch scary movies that invariably seem to be set in the woods! I only wish I'd had positive, let's-go-to-the-woods experiences growing up, but I didn't.

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By the way, I think cities also host two types of people: those who think cities are fun and exciting places and those who think cities are full of scary people doing scary things to scared people. I'm in Group A. Suffice it to say, I'm a city girl trying to become comfortable in the woods.

Be Prepared When Hiking Alone in the Woods (or Anywhere)

Which takes me back to my contradictory explanation. For me, hiking alone allows me to confront any fears I have about being alone in the woods, invites me to open up my thoughts in creative ways, and minimizes distractions from conversations. When I start a hike by myself, my anxiety levels are very high. During the first twenty minutes I run wilderness first aid scenarios through my mind and how I'd rescue myself if I got hurt. I mentally practice my self-defense training to be prepared for the boogie man who is sure to attack me.

But then, after about twenty minutes in the woods, nature's chi has seeped into my soul, and I begin to relax. This is when the real magic starts to happen.

But it takes lots of effort. And honestly, it's not easy.

Thus, I usually try to find someone to hike with me when I'm in the woods. In the city, I'll walk and urban hike all day long by myself. Yet in the woods, lord help me, I grin and bear it.

A few things to remember when hiking alone in the woods:

  • Always have a safety plan. Know what and how you would rescue yourself if you were on your own. (Take a wilderness first aid class!)
  • Make sure someone knows where you're going and when you'll be back. If you don't have this person available, make friends with someone on the trail, preferably a couple, who will keep an eye on you.
  • Sign in to any registers at the trailhead so the ranger team is aware of you.
  • Always know where you are and how far you are from the last landmark. If you became disabled, you can use this knowledge to report to those looking for you.
  • Don't trust your cell phone or GPS device. Always have a map and compass with you. (Take a map reading class!)

Of course, if you're out on a well-marked trail that is frequently trafficked, you may not need all of these precautions. But at least be sure someone knows where you are and when you'll be back. Have a plan in place with you friend if you don't show up.

Fairies in Mt Airy

This is how I found myself at 1500-acre, Mt Airy Forest park in Cincinnati. I arrived to a closed Visitors Center on a Saturday morning where hunters were gathering in the parking lot to head out on the first weekend of deer season. The hiking options didn't look good. Yet I continued to drive around the park until I found a few folks just coming off a trail. Their hiking poles gave them away.

I stopped to chat. They were from the Cincinnati Parks Foundation Hiking Club, and they had just finished their weekly Saturday morning get together. If only I had arrived a few hours earlier! I explained my predicament, and they joyfully shared their love for Mt Airy and a beautifully highlighted map of the available trails for hiking.

They offered up that I should hike "the orange arrows" on the Beechwood Trail. I would avoid the hunting grounds, see the best of the forest, and get a good workout on a moderate trail for about 3-4 miles. I asked about hiking alone; should I be concerned? They responded perfectly, "Not any more than anywhere else." I made friends with another couple about to hike a similar path and headed out.

The Best Treehouse Ever

I made a first stop before I even started the trail. At the trail head, Cincinnati Parks, in conjunction with a whole mess of super organizations, has built a tree house for all called Everybody's Treehouse. The Mt Airy Forest invites all sizes and abilities to journey along this magical treehouse's elevated walkway into the gorgeous tree top of 12 trees. I did my own little dance in the treehouse to activate the fairies of the forest that I needed to watch over me on my solo hike. From there, I headed down to the trail head and was off.

Down a curated trail of giant steps into the creek basin, I followed orange metal arrows on trail markers attached to yellow poles with the letter E on them. After going through my mental gymnastics mentioned above, I finally settled into the hike about 20 minutes in only to find out I was not on the trail. I somehow managed to get off the trail and onto the disc golf course.

I double backed.

And found my orange arrow again. My husband, a native Buckeye, weighed on my mind as I thought about all the things I know about Ohio. (Native tree: buckeye. Red state that launches the presidential primaries. Big university. Odd shape. Capital is Columbus...) I decided to focus my attention on finding a Buckeye tree.

Not a Buckeye

A quick search on google showed me what to look for, and from then on, I scanned the bark on the trees, the leaf fodder on the ground, and every acorn-looking nut in my path. I never found a buckeye. When I told my husband, he laughed. In all of his years living in Ohio, he's only seen two or three.

While hunting for buckeyes, I found myself again on the disc golf trail. But this time, I had arrived at the Nati Disc Golf Center in the middle of the park. I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I quick look at the map told me to walk the park road just a bit and to look for a yellow marker to my right to continue on the orange-arrowed trail. Thanks to the Hiking Club's map, I was on track.

Back into the woods I went to finish my lollipop hike. Across the creek and up the stairs I climbed. And miraculously, not only did no boogie man get me, but an adventure of fairies and tree houses marked my fun time in the Mt Airy Forest in Cincinnati.

The Perfect Lunch

Being by myself has its benefits, including getting to choose a restaurant just for me. Yelp helped and found me the perfect place, Whole Bowl. Vegetarian or vegan, the menu is simple, the delivery streamlined, and the food tasty. My bowl of beans, rice, avocado, cilantro, olives and sauce made for the perfect finishing touch on a delightful day.

Have you ever hiked by yourself? Tell me about it below in the comments.

Next up on the 50 Hikes 50 States adventure, West Virginia.

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50 Hikes 50 States Project–Kentucky

50 Hikes 50 States Project–Kentucky

Emotions can sneak up on you when you least expect it. This 50 Hikes 50 States Project continues to surprise me at every turn, and who knew I'd end up in tears when hiking in Kentucky? After having a ho-hum time in New Mexico, the hubs and I headed to the midwestern south (is that such a thing?) to hike Kentucky, Ohio, and West Virginia. Kentucky caught me by surprise.

Our geography to hike these three states had us landing in Cincinnati.  From there, we drove to Louisville to spend a few days. I had no idea how much I'd like Louisville and found the city to be charming, the perfect size, and full of fun things to do with great historical significance. I had been so focused on finding the right hike to share with you (since New Mexico had been such a dud), I completely overlooked that Louisville is home to the Kentucky Derby at Churchill Downs.

A Horse, of Course

I grew up in Del Mar, California, where the surf meets the turf, and thoroughbreds have been running since Jimmy Durante and Bing Crosby graced the track. I've breezed horses, met D. Wayne Lucas, hugged Willie Shoemaker, and wagered before I was five. My mom, dad, sister and I sat in box 729 for forty years. My autograph book is filled with signatures from Hollywood's best and worst shows including Gilligan's Island, Love Boat, The Brady Bunch, I Love Lucy, and Happy Days. My DNA screams thoroughbred horse racing.

But I am no longer a fan.

The older I've become, the more animal loving I've turned. I eat a vegan/vegetarian diet, I don't attend Sea World anymore (more on that in another post), and I even voted against sports betting in a recent election in Denver because I don't want anymore money going to the sport. Animals deserve to live their best lives, and I'm not convinced racing them is in their best interest.

By the way, did you know on Derby Day, more than $75,000,000 sits in cash in people's pockets waiting to be bet?

So when I saw the opportunity to go to Churchill Downs and get a tour, my heart was conflicted.

Yet my DNA couldn't resist.

So off I went to see the grounds, watch a race, and enjoy the Derby Museum. My dad, who died five years ago, floated in spirit with me all day. Although I hated that my admission would go toward the telling of the sport, my heart jumped with glee to spend time with my dad tagging along. Remembering some of our best days together at the track, I couldn't trade this time, walking the track and reminiscing about racing, for the world. Thus, I enjoyed what will probably become my last day supporting thoroughbred racing through teared eyes.

No regrets. (Regrets was the name of the first filly to win the Derby, by the way.)

Hiking without Horses

As for the hike, the hubs and I headed to Jefferson Memorial Forest, the largest urban forest in the U.S. Named in honor of WWII veterans, the forest spans two counties and covers over 6500 acres. It's only 20 minutes from downtown Louisville, offering a quick escape for hikers, fishers, and outdoorers alike. On this day, the autumn colors had already peaked, but rusted leaves remained on the trees. A light dusting of an early snow decorated the scene, providing a gorgeous day of contrasts against a blue sky. We couldn't ask for better fall conditions for hiking.

A quick stop in the super cozy visitor's center offered up maps and history. They also had some of the cutest hiking t-shirts I've ever seen, and I couldn't pass up a "May the forest by with you" top. The lovely staff made some hiking suggestions, where we decided to do the Red Trail, a 3-5 mile option designated as strenuous.

One of the criteria for my #50hikes50states hikes is that the hike must be quintessentially unique. Or in other words, when hiking the trail, you know you're in the state where the hike is. So when I think of Kentucky, I think of rolling hills, perhaps some bluegrass, colorful hardwoods, and a horse or two. Although we didn't see bluegrass here (we were too far east), Churchill Downs certainly made up for the horse part. And the trail ribboned through a gorgeous hardwood forest of maples, elms, and oaks.

The foot fodder of mixed leaf sizes and colors topped with a light dusting of bright white snow made for a superb visual invite to continue along the trail. Well-placed posts marked the trail and strategically painted red blazes continued the guidance. You could tell the trail maintenance teams of rangers and volunteers frequently use the trail and know what needs to be done to keep it open and active.

Strenuous or Moderate?

The local team has categorized the Red Trail as strenuous. Most of the hike runs flat with slight mountain-top undulations. The middle of the hike has one big down and one big up, but the mountain is short and the steepness is moderate. I'd classify this trail as moderate; strenuous to me involves a continuous up-and-down pattern with nary a flat path to be had. Although boots would be nice for this hike, they probably aren't necessary, and you could get by without poles if you didn't want to lug them along. Boots and poles will make you more comfortable on the one up-down combination.

Although we didn't see deer, which I'm sure are aplenty in this lush and abundant forest, we certainly heard evidence of them via the gun shots on adjacent private property. Being November, we were knee-deep in hunting season.

The Jefferson Memorial Forest Visitor Center is at 11311 Mitchell Hill Rd, Fairdale, KY. After stopping in and getting a trail report, you can head to the Red Trail which is in the Horine Reservation portion of the forest, named after a prominent cardiac surgeon, at 12408 Holsclaw Hill Road. As you approach the trail head, you'll pass two buildings and a private residence. Arrive at the gravel parking lot.

In the lot, you'll see some trail information at the bulletin board. To the right are two red shelters housing compost toilets and a water pump. From there, you'll find the Red Trail Trail Head to the left of the men's toilet. We walked the trail counter clockwise, ending our hike along Cemetery Road as it returned to the parking lot. The trail is a 5-mile loop with a half-way cut-off you can take to make the loop three miles, if you so desire.

A Vegetarian Hot Brown Becomes a Patty Melt

After spending a couple of hours out hiking in 45 degrees, our appetites keyed up. When in Louisville, you must eat a Hot Brown. But it's loaded with turkey and bacon, so I was on the hunt for a vegetarian version. Yelp couldn't help. Neither did Google. Defeated, we headed to another famous Louisville must-do, the D'Nalley Diner. They have a Hot Brown, but it's not vegetarian. They do have a vegetarian patty melt: although not a Hot Brown, it did hit the spot for warm, ooey, and gooey. The fries banged out the top spot for a comfy meal that warmed us up nicely.

Emotions After All

After an emotional day in Kentucky enjoying the Derby with my spiritual dad and a hike with the real hubs, we headed to Cincinnati to do our next state in our 50 Hikes 50 States Project, Ohio. Follow along!

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5 Clever Gifts for Women Travelers

5 Clever Gifts for Women Travelers

Traveling around the world and going on walking vacations require excellent gadgets and gizmos to really enjoy a trip. If you've got a friend, a mom, a girlfriend, or maybe an aunt who likes to travel around the world, is active, and loves a good urban hike, city walk, or forested hike, we've got five clever gifts for the woman traveler in your life.

A Real Carry-on Bag

Buying a suitcase is a truly personal experience. It's like buying a purse. Women are picky. But despite being picky, there are a few things that any good carry-on bag will have that an active female traveler will love. We found it in the Eagle Creek Load Warrior, 22". It's the PERFECT size for a week abroad on an adventure. Not only does it fit perfectly in an overhead bin, it can expand a couple extra inches and still fit overhead. Plus, it has a special hook to carry a helmet for biking, climbing, skiing women who travel. We like the cute blue, and it does come in other colors. Get it at REI and support REI's #optoutside mission.

A First Aid Kit

A first aid kit. We know, we don't want to think about our women travelers getting hurt while having fun. But it's always good to be prepared for ourselves and anyone else we might be adventuring with. It's not a sexy gift, but it sure is handy. And it makes a great stocking stuffer.

We like this Travel kit because it includes all the typical essentials, and it also includes a blister kit and a, ahem, upset stomach kit. When traveling through countries and putting lots of steps on those feet, both of these extra items might come in super handy.

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A Spork

And again, from the not-sexy department, but totally functional. A spork is something you didn't know you needed and now you can't do without it. When traveling, adventurous women eat. They try all kinds of foods in all types of places. They're on the go, too. Help them eliminate plastics while they travel by giving them a spork they can use and reuse throughout their trip. We suggest you get her a couple; one for her backpack and one for her purse. This also makes a great stocking stuffer.

An Excellent Skort

We've tried almost every skort out there. Don't know what a skort is? It's a skirt with a built-in bottom. Most bottoms are shorts, but the brand we love and wear exclusively for travel and hiking is Skirt Sport.

Why?

The bottoms come in many lengths, from super short shorts to long leggings. So for any conditions and any sport, there's a Skirt Sport that works. Plus, they come in fun prints and colors. Check out the black skirt with printed leggings in the pic above. Isn't that cute?

Get your favorite women traveler one for the plane (which she can wear from the plane to the trail), one for walking, and one for attending a tough mudder. Use our Skirt Sport code (344CESSA) to get 25% a full priced item (and Black Friday has already started!!!!) by clicking here.

A Deck of Cards

Traveling can get lonely and boring. One way to combat both is by carrying a deck of cards. Not only can your women traveler play some solitaire to kill time while waiting on a layover, but she can also invite strangers to play with her. We once traveled on train across the US and met a couple from Pakistan. We invited them to play Crazy Eights with us. They taught us their own version of Crazy Eights, and we're still friends, ten years later. We like this deck featuring famous women because it's about strong women. After all, the future is female, right?

An REI Adventure


If you're stuck on what to get, and you'd rather just stick with an experience, we love you for that! Play it safe and get something she'll love, an REI Gift Card so she can get her own REI Adventure. Maybe she'll take a trip to Moab or learn to repel? Perhaps she just wants to go on a good, well-planned hike? Would you want to join her? Grab an REI Adventure. You can't go wrong.

What have you loved receiving as a gift? Tell me. Gift giving can be hard; good ideas are worth sharing.

~See you on the trail,

Chris

 


50 Hikes 50 States Project–New Mexico

50 Hikes 50 States Project–New Mexico

You win some. You lose some. After having a blast in Arizona on our last hike in our 50 Hikes 50 States Project, we continued back to Colorado through New Mexico. We stopped in Taos to do our New Mexico hike after a nice stay with friends in Santa Fe.

Up until now, all of our hikes had been fun, jaw-dropping, or at least interesting. I felt like we were getting into a rhythm of how to pick good hikes, sort through reviews on websites and apps, and trust our choices. So when it came to New Mexico, I felt confident we'd have a slam dunk.

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New Mexico's land of enchantment lives up to the hype. With fun national parks like Carlsbad Caverns National Park, funky other-worldy kitsch like Roswell (see our quirky road trip), and gorgeous and artsy Santa Fe, how could we possibly get a miss in New Mexico?

The Light of Taos

Sorting through the hiking choices, and thinking about places we hadn't visited in New Mexico, I couldn't wait to get to Taos. The one thing I'd always heard about Taos--"it's the light!" Photographer and artist friends have raved about the way light bounces in Taos making guaranteed great pics. So my husband and I got up early, said thanks for the quick overnight stay to a dear friend, and we headed north out of Santa Fe to our selected hike for our 50 Hikes 50 States Project, Slide Trail.

New Mexico's Slide Trail

We didn't plan to do Slide Trail. My research had pointed us elsewhere. Yet on the way to our first choice, we stopped at the Rio Grande Norte National Monument Visitors Center. As I always do, I chatted up the rangers about our national project, and asked about the trail we had picked out. They had never heard of it.

Ugh.

So we described our criteria--3 to 5 miles, preferably a loop, uniquely identifies the area, and not above 8000 feet. Based on our needs, the team recommended Slide Trail (point your GPS to 36.35012, -105.71334.)

The Slide Trail's start is at the end of a dirt road near the edge of a canyon just south of Taos. The morning's crispness nipped our ears and fingers, so we bundled up for the low temp and high altitude of Taos. Bright blue skies bounced the whites and greens of the landscape. The trailhead's signs weren't helpful, but a quick google maps review showed up that Slick Trail started to the right of the trailhead on the north end of the parking lot. You'll know you're there when you see a bunker of concrete and debris with a bit of painted graffiti. From there, it's all downhill.

We had the place to ourselves.

Down a small dirt path from the parking lot, we started to quickly find a wider gravel trail that headed into the Rio Grande Gorge. Once an old road that was closed due to a rock slide, we found an easy hike, down into the canyon. We thought we'd find interesting vegetation and perhaps some mud swallows in the walls of the canyon. Aren't canyons generally fun and inspiring?

To the Bottom and Back Up

I was bored to tears. The gravel road went straight into the canyon on a steady decline. Although I hate switchbacks, they would have been a nice change of pace to this constant and consistent downhill into the canyon. Granted, the trees did beam a brilliant gold and orange against the bright blue sky, but nothing could keep my interest.

After about 1.5 miles down, we approached the river, which we thought would be the Rio Grande, but rather it was the Pueblo de Taos Rio, which isn't big nor river like. More a creek than a river. Supposedly this creek gives up great trout, but I wasn't there to fish.

I was cold and under-dressed for the shady side of the gorge.

My husband and I took a picture then turned around and drudged back up the 1.5 miles to the top of the gorge. I don't think we even talked on the way up. A boring trail in the cold, crisp wind didn't spark a breath of creative conversation. Nary a bird, coyote nor squirrel entertained us on the way back up.

Chalking up a bad choice to a boring hike, we thought we might be able to salvage the Taos stop with an interesting lunch in what we thought would be an inspiring downtown that would rival Santa Fe. Sadly, we kept driving.

Other Great Hikes in New Mexico

But I will say this. As we continued east out of Taos to Raton along Highway 64 through Angel Fire, Eagle Nest and Cimarron State Park, we passed some gorgeous places I'll definitely go back and hike, including New Mexico's segment of the Continental Divide Trail. Canyons, buttes, and valleys await exploration; but not on this day.

So I'm sorry to say that our hike in New Mexico was a bust. You win some. You lose some. Fortunately, I travel to and through New Mexico several times a year, so I'll seek out a better trail next time. After all, it is the land of enchantment, so there must be a charm there waiting for me. Do you have a suggested hike that fits the criteria above and one you'd recommend? Would you shoot me a quick message and perhaps a picture? I'd love to hear and see what you think would be an awesome hike in New Mexico. So far, I'm batting 0%. Thanks!

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To read about my other hikes in my 50 Hikes 50 States Project, search for the state you're interested in, or browse through the menu item above (50 Hikes). You might find the perfect recommendation for your next adventure. Don't forget your boots and your water bottle! (and tag me so I can see pics!)