First timer? In this formerly once-a-day blog (and now pretty much a once-a-week blog) I use an app that provides a random latitude and longitude that puts me somewhere in the continental United States (the lower 48). I call this “landing.”
I keep track of the watersheds I land in, as well as the town or towns I land near. I do some internet research to hopefully find something of interest about my landing location.
To find out more about A Landing A Day (like who “Dan” is) please see “About Landing” above. To check out some relatively recent changes in how I do things, check out “About Landing (Revisited).”
Landing number 2561; A Landing A Day blog post number 1006
Dan: Today’s lat/long (N36o 0.282’, W104o 25.026) puts me in northeast New Mexico:
Here’s my local landing map (for reference, I landed about 10 miles from Roy):
Google Earth (GE) didn’t let me know my most local watershed (Hondo Canyon), but a USGS map did, so here ’tis on GE:
So, I landed in the watershed of Hondo Canyon, on to the Canadian River (54th hit). Here’s a regional streams-only map:
The Canadian discharges to the Arkansas (144th hit); on, of course, to the MM (993rd hit).
The Orange Dude was able to get within about 5 miles of my landing:
But his view of my landing was less-than-inspirational:
The OD had only to head east a few miles to get a look at the Canadian River (and the Canadian River Canyon). And this is much more inspirational! Here are his upstream and then his downstream views of the river and the canyon:
He (that’s the OD I’m talking about) headed east a few more miles where he found the town of Roy:
When checking out Roy (pop 234 per the 2010 census; 304 in 2000), I found a piece from Patagonia.com (the outdoor clothing and gear company) entitled: “How Roy, NM Became a World-Class Bouldering Area.”
I’ll admit that I didn’t know what “bouldering” was. I first thought it had to do with driving 4-wheelers up and around boulders, but figured that Patagonia wouldn’t be writing about that. Reading the article, I quickly realized that bouldering is simply climbing large boulders with no climbing gear, other than special shoes and chalk to keep one’s hands dry – and typically using “crash pads” and spotters in case of a fall. Here’s a cool picture from the article. Look closely to see the guy with the red shirt:
And another one:
So, it turns out the Canadian River Canyon (aka Mills Canyon), along with all of its side tributaries (like Hondo Canyon) are strewn with big boulders that have broken off from cliffs. (The local bedrock is Dakota Sandstone, geologically speaking). For many years, this area was unknown to climbers, but has recently been discovered; climbers now often run into other climbers as they explore and climb. The article is written by a climber for climbers and is strewn with jargon. But I lifted a few excerpts highlighting local color:
. . . on our last morning in New Mexico. I pulled over to the north side of the historic main street in the aging village of Roy to get a photo of the iconic water tower, flushed with morning light.
[I told the Orange Dude that he had a job: find the iconic water tower! He did.]
[Several years ago, a colleague] told me that he and his friends used to run around in the canyons and scramble on the rocks. But now the town is fading. There used to be seven bars in Harding County. Roy’s last remaining bar had recently closed its doors.
[I asked the OD to see if he could cruise around town and find a recently-closed bar – a little tougher than finding the water tower. Here’s what he found:]
[Hmmm. An abandoned hotel and cafe. But under “Longhorn,” it says “Food, Drinks, Snacks.” Good enough for me.]
One day it [the Roy area] belongs to the wind and a dusty history and you’re the foreign object on the landscape. Then it’s a climbing area. On Main Street there’s a barber shop, but pulling alongside the façade reveals grasses and vines that have overtaken the interior.
[The OD knew what he had to do.]
[Although I can’t see the “grasses and vines.”]
The first time I went to the corner café on Main Street, which is now called Lonita’s, the locals paused, forks up, to stare at me. When we stopped by on this trip, another group of climbers was already in a booth. The waitress asked us whether we’d been camping and climbing.
[And here ‘tis:]
[Speaking about Ma Sally’s Mercantile:] Now amidst the porcelain lollipop holders and American flag paraphernalia, Ma Sally sells climbing chalk and tape.
[Ma Sally? An easy one for the OD:]
I keep coming back because the canyons are complex to hike, New Mexicans are tough on egos and quick to share beers, and the climbing is bold but joyful. Climbers go places to climb. But the associations of a place create meaningful experiences.
Climbing here is as much about the rising song of rusty cattle gates being opened and closed as it is about tall, dark-red Dakota sandstone boulders. Roy reminds me of the pleasure of climbing outdoors. Of discovery and bushwhacking, of climbing rocks without names.
Just outside town a few cows huddle behind a wilting billboard to break the exposure to grassland winds. East of the cows, the morning light shimmers in mirage, creating the illusion of a floating island of land. Snow takes advantage of the cold morning to cover the rolling brown. It’s a strange place to be looking for rocks to climb.
Apropos of nothing, the Patagonia article had this cool shot, taken north of Roy:
I stumbled on another Roy bouldering piece, from ZeBloc.com. Here’s an excerpt:
After a 5 hours drive from Denver, we arrive during the night to our outdated hotel (the Mesa Hotel) in the aging town of Roy:
If it looks like this town once was alive (theatre, bars, restaurants…), it is not the case anymore. Only one hotel, one restaurant, one gas station, and one grocery store are remaining. Well, one could think this represents all the climbers’ needs. But if I tell you that you won’t find a single drop of alcohol within one hour drive, no doubt you will be better prepared than we were…
Here’s a picture from this article, showing the use of a spotter and “crash pads” that I mentioned earlier:
So I had to send the OD in search of the one gas station and the one grocery store. First the gas station (which is quite spiffy):
And here’s the grocery store:
There used to be a hardware store . .
The OD excitedly told me he could see the water tower, Lonita’s Café and the grocery store all at the same time:
Certainly, the town used to be much livelier. I had the OD cruise around looking for closed establishments. He found this string of 4 abandoned establishments between Ma Sally’s and the hotel:
And then this sad one:
I’ll close this down with a couple of shots of the Canadian River Canyon posted on GE. First this one, by Drew Dittmer:
And then this, by Lon Brehmer:
That’ll do it . . .
KS
Greg
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