Out West there are countless spots with Devil in the name, and maybe the devil makes us do it, but we just can’t resist the temptation. But the trek to Devil’s Hall nearly caused us to meet our maker…
We are not morning people. Hiking party after hiking party from the crack of dawn made staccato our morning sleep in Pine Springs campground.
We gave up zzz’s to see what the fuss was about and were instantly invigorated by the sight of Guadalupe Mountains from our RV bedroom window.
Pine Springs RV Lot Highlights:
$7.50 for Senior /Access passholders
Dry dock only
12 quiet hours
That trailhead called to us. We figured we could survive a later start thanks to spring temperatures, so we decided to explore.
Park brochures showed a few trails diverged a ways from the trailhead. We thought we would only go out and back from the intersection where the fittest hikers split off to climb Mount Guadalupe.
We made it to the trail split, easy peasy.
We regrouped and decided to continue to the Devil’s Hall — a two-mile hike out and back. Two miles, we thought, no problem.
Hearing that devil call us, we simply did not multiply that two times two. We left with only about a liter of water apiece…and no snacks.–tip: TWO out AND back = FOUR
The trail wound along the canyon ridge but we soon followed it down a slightly treacherous boulder to boulder climb down into a dry creek bed.
From there we stepped rock-to-rock for what seemed ages. Fortunately an interesting variety of trees and scrub and cliffs combined to provide just enough shade.
The rocky stream bed continued up and up, and rock to rock we went. Previous hikers left rock stacks to mark the best way around clusters of debris.
Group after group of early birds returning from the Devil’s Hall seemed to tell us we were getting further away. We rationed water and debated returning but that devil drew us onward.
After what seemed a lifetime of hard labor, we arrived at a terraced area and realized at last we were nearing. The climb up this almost brick looking wall was steep, and tricky. I dreaded going down that wall on the way back.
Finally around the corner we entered the Devil’s Hall. Like most great temptations, it was better as a thought than in reality. An interesting force of water spot, but maybe not worth the Herculean effort to get there.
As for the two miles back. Holy hell! But the effort sure did make the ham and cheese sandwich we made at RVoyger just about the best ham and cheese we have ever tasted.