Saturday, December 26, 2015

The Grand Enchantment Trail ~ Part 11


After having turned U.S. Highway 666 right-side up in our minds, we returned to our trail of realized enchantment.


Quartz filled Geodes adorned the landscape.


The Grand Enchantment Trail was proving to be a Gem in and of its Self.


With the presence of cows, water is never too far away.


A true to Life Cowboy from a nearby secluded ranch galloped through to rangle up some of his stray cows.


New Mexico is drawing nearer to us.


Where are all the homesteads?  This valley is rich in H2O.


When there isn't a trail or road, simply make your own way.


The Blue River was anything other than sad. It was actually a celebration of life.


Most times when we came across the abundance of water we would shock ourselves by submerging our whole bodies into this primal liquid.  It's amazing how you don't even realize how hot your core temperature is until the water cools it down.  By the time you get out and start walking again, its as if you have taken an elixir or have drunken from the fountain of youth.  


There was a sense of feeling at Home while floating across the desertscape.


I was always pondering how the rock formations developed over time.


The skin would also often tingle from the constant scratches and scraps from the plants that wanted to compost a part of us as their fertilizer catch of the day.  Sometimes I wonder if they collect dna samples to develop a better sense of what a human is.


Good bye and thank you Arizona. We were about to take the back door into New Mexico.


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Sunday, September 13, 2015

The Grand Enchantment Trail ~ Part 10


Leaving the Old Safford Morenci Trail, we flew into the Eagle Creek Drainage.


Sheer and uniquely formed sandstone cliffs lined our route as we waded up stream.


Our running shoes and feet were to be wet and yet clean for an odoriferous change.


Numerous fords drove us forward into a Sunday Drive sort of day.


An old ranch haunted this remote paradise.


However, the desert gold poppies exercised the Homestead's past to uncover the beauty of that which has always been here Now.


Curious and not so wild horses followed us to rustle up some salty licks.


The ground turned muddy very quickly behooving us to make ground towards Clifton, Arizona south of the Morenci Mine to resupply.


We strung up an easy hitch out of a bear bow hunter to get a ride into Clifton on highway 191.


We found luck in returning to the trail within minutes of sticking our thumbs out with fresh supplies and a full stomach in tow even though the highway number used to be branded 666.

The Grand Enchantment Trail ~ Part 9


While in Safford, we packed up two food boxes and sent them ahead of us to Gila Hot Springs and Winston, New Mexico.


We also made sure to fuel up at an all you can eat pizza buffet.  Its an interesting thing to be able to continuously eat and drink for several hours without wavering.


Maneuvering our way through agricultural fields, we soon headed out into the desert where life was bursting from its seams.


Plants of all kinds were creating new lines and forms to color and paint themselves into.


Finding ourselves satisfactorily in the middle of nowhere, we soon registered that we were on The Old Safford Morenci Trail.


This trail was built in 1874 to haul goods and supplies to the booming mining operations in this region.


Water along this canyon filled route was equally as precious to us as gold, silver, and copper was to the miners.


Walking cross country through uniquely formed canyons was the norm.


Old homesteads and prehistoric granaries hid themselves in plain site along Bonita Creek where beavers... yes... beavers in the desert.... had current plans to develop their own homes and to store their own sense of valuable resources.


Signs of flashfloods were everywhere.  Sometimes water is an all or nothing affair.


It's especially nice when a trail knows how to maintain its self by purging obstructions on a seasonal basis.


As low as 3,700 feet and climbing as high as 6,200 feet, we ventured to see the extremes and everything in between. 


Stacey and I even came across a desert hare whose head had just been eaten off presumably by a bobcat.


Thunderstorms threatened us, but we didn't believe in their anger issues.

The Grand Enchantment Trail ~ Part 8


To avoid private property in the Black Rock Area, we bushwhacked up yet another Canyon to tie into a trail that would take us up higher into the mountains. 


We found the trail easy enough, but I wasn't exactly sure where I thought I was when we were making our own route. Good thing our smartphone verified that we were truly on track by using its GPS feature.


Climbing into forest service land, pinyon pines and juniper became the dominant trees. In an old fire area, brush such as manzanita was overgrowing and obscuring the trail. 


We also saw our first bear scat of the trip. The higher we went the more the trail disappeared. 


Thank God for the blue flagging that we attentively followed. 


The highlight of the section was Holdout Overlook where we could closely see the route we had taken just the day before far below us. 


Harmonizing with Nature makes you look and feel good.  This is an extreme human makeover allowing for Nature to allow us to naturally blush our skin.


To our surprise, the trail down the mountain was maintained and recently brushed. 


On Klondyke Road, we did a double take when a Tom Tom car with video capabilities like Google has stopped to see if we needed any water.


Our approach to the Pinaleno Mountains took us to a cross country bush whack up a ridge line where we improvised a camp to the setting sun.


A packrat who was strapped of salt decided to eat my straps on my pack during the night. They certainly do have razor sharp teeth.


Descending from the Mount Graham area, we encountered some of our first extensive snow in a north facing forest for a few miles.  


It was extremely windy as we descended down Ash Creek, and so we walked into the evening till we got out of the canyon and away from a Howling good time of an evening.  Instead of listening to the wind roar through us, we instead enjoyed listening to coyotes howl at the moonshine.


UP and over the Sky Island we went until we descended into the Town of Safford for two days off at a local motel.  It was time to recharge our batteries in more ways than one.