Two intrepid travelers set out on a trail this morning, they didnt know which one. No map, no knifes, no first aid kit. One PB&J, and 2L water.
6:21 am- after five weeks of pioneering into the greater outdoors fighting our way up peaks, taking granny gear all the way to santa fe and racing through the foothills, I woke up itching for another adventure. I googled the TWA crash site, somewhere between the Baca Domingo trail and La Luz.6:36 "Hey Candice... want to go find the TWA crash site?"
Candice rummages around in bed "how about in like 10 minutes?"
An hour later we are out at the trail head, thats right an hour from the sheets to the trail. With a couple of hand written directions and landmarks we embark. A quick mile and a half warm up out on 342, up the Pinos, back 341 over to 230, up the creek, up a 20 foot bank, through a primative trail, back down, over to find two carines leading off to the crash site. 2 miles horizontal, 1,400 feet verticle later we were at the crash site. And let me tell you that was one long convoulted overgrown SOB. chu-know what I'm say'n?
Anyway, totally worth it.
