My Trails

It was a windy Wednesday with deteriorating forecast for the next several days, but bright sunshine and rising temperatures gave me hope for a good hike. I unloaded my motorcycle at the visitors center and drove the van to the top of Montezuma Pass. My plan was to hike the trail from the pass down to the Mexico border, return part way and take a side trail to the visitors center, where I would pick up my motorcycle and drive back to the van.

The AZT is like the AT in that there is no road to the starting point. You must hike an approach trail or backtrack for three miles. I figured if I ever want to hike a section of the trail it would be good to get this part out of the way, and I could do it downhill without a full pack.

The wind was really blowing when I left the pass and climbed the first hill, but as I descended the ridge towards Mexico, the slope seemed to help slow the wind to more of a stiff breeze. The trail is mostly a gravely consistency that is known as scree. I slipped a couple of times going downhill.

I soon arived at the border. I thought there would be a solid fence of some kind but it was only a broken barb wire fence. You could tell that this was a place where illegals come through; the fence was broken and pulled apart, and the grass was beaten down to a well used path. I took several pictures of the marker from the US side and then walked a few yards into Mexico for more. I have to admit that I felt a little naughty crossing the boarder.

The climb back to the ridge was uneventfully, but when I reached the saddle, the full force of the wind tried to knock me off my feet. It reminded me of some of the wind we encountered in the White Mountains of NH. I’m glad I had my trekking poles with me to brace against the wind.

Once I cleared the ridge line and started my descent, the wind eased and the air felt warmer. The trail down through Joe’s Canyon was nice. The builders constructed a path along a rock wall and the views into the canyon were spectacular. I arrived at the visitors center after three hours hiking and rode back to the van.

Because I liked the area I came through on Tuesday, I drove back over the dirt road to Parker Lake and stayed one night at the campground there. This morning I drove to a secluded spot in the national forest where I may stay over the weekend. It has been raining since last night and tonight it has started to snow. I just took inventory to see how long I can survive if I’m snowed in.

Of all the dangers I faced while hiking the AT, I was never afraid of meeting a bear. In fact, I was eager to see one. Of course, the bears I encountered along the trail were at a safe distance, and not at all interested in me. Now, as I hiked a portion of the Arizona Trail, precariously close to the boarder, I found myself in that same frame of mind. No, not that I was hoping to see a bear, but wishing instead that I would see some illegal Mexicans trying to cross into the US. Of course, the illegals would not be interested in me, hopefully headed in the opposite direction, definitely not smugglers, and naturally with Boarder Patrol Officers in hot pursuit. I guess the thought of a little bit of dangerous adventure is what keeps me hiking.

Two days before, on December 2, I drove south from Mesa to explore the Coronado National Forest, Coronado National Memorial, and the southern terminus of the Arizona Trail. Instead of driving I10 to Tucson, I chose instead the slower pace of routes 87 and 79 through Coolidge and Oracle Junction. The scenery was nice but not very remarkable. I made one stop at a roadside monument honoring the early cowboy star Tom Mix, who was killed when he drove his car – witnesses say over eighty mph – into a dry wash in a construction zone.

I spent the night in the Coronado NF, south of I10 on route 83. I was able to pick up many TV stations out of Tucson but Internet was very spotty. There were a couple of other RVs camped near by, and the only traffic I saw was a pickup pulling a horse trailer and a couple of hunters on a ATV.

The next day I drove to the Coronado National Memorial. I like scenic roads but not so much dirt roads. If I had known how rough and dusty the highway from Parker Lake to Coronado NM was, I may have gone the other way. My van is getting relatively old now and not as air tight as it once was. By the time I reached the memorial, everything inside and out was covered in a layer of dust. And, the road was very rough, covered with large stones, like a badly cobbled street. Poor gas mileage from driving slow, wear and tear on my van from the rough road, and dust permeating everything would make you believe I would not return the same way, but… you could be wrong.

I crossed Montezuma pass and descended 1500 feet to the visitors center. There is not much to see at the visitors center but I did get information on some trails in the area. I found out about a cave a short hike from the parking lot and decided it would be fun that afternoon. It is called Coronado Cave. There is no tour or guide through the 600 foot passage so you are on your own in the cave. They tell you to take two flashlights just in case.

The entrance requires some rock scrambling but once in the cave the floor is quite smooth. I could see light from the entrance for about halfway back and then it was completely dark. I went almost to the end. The cave narrows until you have to crawl on your belly, which I was not prepared to do. It would have been better if my lights were more powerful. I’m not sure if my headlamp needs new batteries or if my eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, but it was a little scary coming out and not knowing if I had taken a wrong turn. I’m sure none of the side passages go very far but it would be very easy to become disoriented in the dark. It was getting on into the afternoon by the time I got back to my van, so I left the park and headed to Sierra Vista to find a place to stay.

I noticed a campground on my map, still in national forest land, conveniently located a few miles south of Sierra Vista. On the map it didn’t look to be far, but it was on a difficult, steep, winding road, causing me to clench all the way to the top. When I finally found the camp I was sure it would be free but dismayed to read there was a charge. I’m usually pretty honest when I stay at campgrounds, realizing that I sleep better knowing a ranger won’t be knocking on my door wondering why I haven’t paid, but I weighed several variables and decided not to put my money in the slot.

I figured there was little chance I would get caught. I was the only one at the campground, miles above civilization on a terrible road, with bad weather moving in. And besides, they had turned off the water.

The wind picked up in intensity throughout the night and the temperature dropped close to freezing. I broke camp early and hurried down the mountain. It was a relief to reach the bottom of the road and I headed back to Coronado NM for my AZT hike.