Journey Return

Start: Lordsburg Stop: Lordsburg 0 miles Total:85 A zero. No miles. I write journals and post photos all morning. When your face is as red as mine, you can’t go back out there. The sun bake that went down yesterday is unreal. Between the wind and the solar road reflection, my nose looks like a … More Day 5: Sun Bake Cake With A Cherry On Top

Start: South Uhl creek channel Stop: Lordsburg 20ish miles plus 3 roundtrip backtrack Total miles: 85ish The morning is cruiser. Things are groovin’ until I realize that my brand new garmin GPS is not in my hip belt pocket. But I know I had it not far back because it fell out at a gate … More Day 4: When Your GPS Is Lost

Start: Old Hachita Ghost Town Stop: South Uhl creek channel 24ish miles The coyotes sound the wakeup call at 5:30am and I lay there watching the sky slowly brighten. It’s chilly out as we bush whack back to the trail. We reach water cache 3, eat a quick snack, grab water and head back out. … More Day 3: Cross-country Rock Stumble

Start: alluvial wash Stop: Old Hachita Ghost Town 23ish miles After a sleepless night we awake to endless rolling clouds. Thunderstorms a brewin’. On trail by 6:30am, we march towards the darkness. As the pitter pat of rain starts to fall I prep my backpack and myself for the inevitable. I figure this will be … More Day 2: The Smell of Rain and Playa Mud

Start: Crazy Cook Monument Stop: alluvial wash channel 18ish miles (miles in approximation because it’s hard to tell how far you’ve gone) Hikers, backpacks and water are loaded into the off-roading mobiles that take us the three hour ride to the Crazy Cook/Southern Terminus Monument. Juan drives us across the far-reaching alluvial fans as we … More Day 1: Don’t Piss Off The Cook

What the hell am I going to do in Lordsburg all day? Sort gear. Take shower. Read water report. Visit and meet trail friends. Walk to the store and buy tortillas, cheese, bell pepper and a banana. Drink beer. Check weather. Listen to wind howl. Faint and crumple to floor. Drink electrolytes. Eat Pizza. Sort … More The Windy Wait

I get kicked off the greydog in Tucson. Left with the dust swirling around my ankles, contents of my backpack scattered. Just kidding! It’s a miracle that I make it onto the bus at all. Greyhound does everything they can to dupe and confuse me but I’m smarter than that. There’s no way I’m missing … More Profanity Will Get You Kicked Off The Bus

It’s 4:13am, my weary and allergy-abused eyes drag apart. I reach down and pet Yazhi who is curled between my legs. He knows it’s too early to be stirring and continues to slumber. I try to ignore the fact that it’s Earth Day and I’ll be boarding a plane soon. I push the covers back … More Arizona and the Sit Pad Tragedy