April 13, 2015
I took a hiatus from the GET and went to the first annual CDT kick-off event in Silver City, New Mexico. I had too many beers and met all the sexy thru-hiking celebrities. Then “All Good” drove me back to Mammoth and I resumed my hike.
The night before I enter Aravaipa Canyon, Arizona’s “Little Grand Canyon,” I meet a guy, who’s ears I like, at the Bradenburg Ranger Station and he’s about to embark on a Skurka backpacking trip. I ask him if he’s on a rumspringa and then talk shit about Skurka. He’s put off.
Well anyway, here’s Aravaipa!
Half way through I pass a tree that’s shaking and making grunting noises. I see a baby javelina, then I see the mother running towards me. She is pissed. I just play it cool and keep walking. When I look back at her she gets scared, then charges me again. This is her kingdom! “Pardon me.”
Aravaipa takes my breath away. So do angry Javelinas.
After Aravaipa, I navigate a sandy and rocky wash to the forsaken town of Klondyke, my third resupply. Here I pick up my food drop in a broken freezer behind the town’s closed general store.
Out of no where a moody black cloud rolls in and pours all its emotions on me, just me. I can see stars beyond it. I move into a campground privy and its so nice to have a toilet and running water within arms reach. I could live in here.