We woke up especially early and got into Patagonia on the road system by 7 am.
By 9 o'clock we had eaten a wonderful breakfast and had bought 55 miles worth of food from a small convenient store to reach our final destination on the Mexican border.
On our walk out of town we witnessed some hunters driving by with a buck on top of their vehicle as they drove by a spiritual retreat center.
Flash floods apparently had washed away some of the trail along certain creeks in the area of Redrock Canyon. We could see Chris's footprints in the wash with flowing water as well as the tread from a mountain bike who had also lost track of where the trail was supposed to be.
At Gate Spring we realized the trail was just above us, and so we bushwhacked to rejoin it.
Meadow Valley made us feel as if we were in yet another country with its wide open and dry grasslands.
Deer Hunters were scattered everywhere. The border patrol was probably going nuts with all of the activity and sporadic movements that were occurring in so many directions.
Both day and night, unmanned drones flew above us. They would methodically circle one area a few times and then would move on to scan the next adjacent area. Apparently, our lack of movement during the night made us an unlikely target of investigation.
Passing by Parker Canyon Lake and Store, we began our final big ascent into the Huachuca Mountains and the grandeur of the Miller Peak Wilderness Area.
The deciduous trees lining the flowing creeks were complete in their colorful fall splendor. Old mining operations haunted the terrain as we approached the crest for our final approach towards our anticipated completion of our 800 mile trek across Arizona.
Having camped at Bear Saddle for our final night, we were approximately eight miles to the border.
Bathtub Springs provided us with pure water for our final water source on our journey.
This sky island high above the desert provided for the perfect ending to a long trip of ever-changing diversity.
Mexico was now in clear sight as we entered the realm of Coronado National Memorial.
The date is October 26th, 2014 and it took literally and metaphorically 40 days and 40 nights to cross through the plains, the plateaus, the mountains, and the deserts of Arizona.
It was now time to hibernate, as our autumn was fully completed, leaving us with our personal winters to digest fully that which was undertaken.
At Montezuma Pass the Border Patrol said they knew we were coming. We had tripped some vibrational ground sensors, which then allowed their radar to watch us descend the mountain. However, we were cleared and officially approved to approach no mans land at the end of the Yaqui Ridge Trail at Monument 102. Our ending is only the beginning to new adventures upon the ever expanding horizon of living a True Life with an open mind and an open heart. Here lies the Secret for seeing the beauty in All things Great and Small.