AZT – AZ83 to La Sevilla Campground

Arizona Trail Desert

Day 11

It was a bittersweet and subsequently uneventful day. After having a great few days with Giggles, we realized that her leg was too injured to continue on the trail and that I would finish on my own. The trail didn’t change much in terms of diversity so my mind was stuck on her and whether the loneliness away from her would prevent me from finishing.

The trail was far from bland though. It weaved in and out of rolling hills and washes saturated with cactus, desert vegetation, and even wildflowers. Two welcomed features to shake up the scenery were a protected area around Cienega Creek where the trail dipped into shade and cool breezes beneath cottonwoods, and the other was when the trail went through a long tunnel underneath I-10. It’s the little things.

Arizona Trail Desert

As I approached La Posta Quemada Ranch, which didn’t seem too keen on talking to hiker-types, the sun was beginning to get low, so I knew I’d need to find a place to camp soon. I entered the ranch and walked to the main area, only to find that the campground I was looking for was still another mile down the trail, and they weren’t even serving ice cream anymore. It’s the little things.

The next campground was the La Sevilla Campground, found after many small ups and downs through a large array of different cacti, including saguaro which were finally beginning to adorn the trail.

I secured a site, stuffed myself with some dinner and chocolate, and began doing some night photography below the mesquite trees that created a canopy above the campground. Nearby, a group with the Conservation Corps played some music as I got ready for bed.


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Fly Fishermen and Photographers:

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Cut essentially from the “same cloth”, both seek solitude and beauty.

Over the years, I’ve met many photographers who were also avid fly fishermen. It seems the proportion of people sharing both passions is abnormally high.

Snake River Riffle

“Trout don’t live in ugly places.” I can’t remember where I heard this quote, but it stuck in my head when I heard it. We moved to Jackson Hole back in 1986 for exactly the same reason. We wanted to live in some place best described as “beautiful”. The Grand Teton range rises from the valley floor not far from my home in town. There’s not a better backdrop!  Jackson Hole has some of the best wildlife and landscape photography in the U.S. and some of the best fishing to boot! If that’s not enough, within a relatively short drive, I can be in Yellowstone or other “Blue Ribbon” fisheries.

Cutthroat Trout

Many of the people I’ve met come here for the same opportunities. Some are quite serious about both! Getting up long before sunrise wouldn’t phase either. Neither would staying out late into the nigh. Both “hope” for a fantastic day, yet are more than willing to accept only a good day. On days when the fish aren’t biting or the light and clouds are not cooperating, they are will to concede the day was still great if only because they got to spend it outside in such a beautiful place. Standards are not etched in stone, you know!

Salmon Fly

flyMost fly fishermen and photographers become good at either by paying attention to details. Fly fishermen are watching for hints of a pending hatch. A swirl in the water can indicate fish are seeing and feeding on tiny insects floating under the water, while noses out of the water might indicate they are feeding on flies in the surface film. Bubbles after a take can mean they are taking flies on the surface. A photographer, tuned to the surroundings, might be changing lenses or settings simply because they heard the distinctive honk of a nearby Trumpeter Swan. They can be clicking off shots while others are just beginning to change lenses. A photographer might drive by an area and notice peeled branches where a porcupine has been feeding. Most people would drive by and never see the clues—much less know to be looking for the barbed critter.

Calm Reflections

Cutthroat Trout aren’t generally known to be early morning feeders. Perfect! A photographer has a chance to take images of the morning sunrise and even a few moose before the first hatch. On most days, the water warms slightly around 10:00 am to even 11:00 am, initiating an insect hatch. Fishing can be great for an hour or two. During the heat of summer, terrestrials like grasshoppers can get blown into the water and bring nice fish to the surface. As the sun drops in the sky, photography usually gets better all the way to sunset. Caddis flies typically emerge later in the day, sometimes at sunset. It’s the one time of the day when the photographer/fisherman has to “pick a side”. For me, a fiery sky trumps rising fish!

Solitude

Solitude and Beauty: Most photographers and most fly fishermen I’ve met have spent time on the ski slopes at some point. They’ve chosen the solitude of a babbling brook and vista views over feeling like cattle being herded into chutes on the mountain. It’s not that they are anti-social, but simply made a lifestyle choice that suites them better. I am a “catch and release” fisherman. In some areas, like in GTNP, that’s a requirement. There are a few areas of the valley that allows taking a couple of fish within certain size slots. Aside from those places, a fisherman normally comes home “empty handed”…and usually with a few less flies in the vest than when they left. They bring home memories of the day, some of which have a tendency to grow in size over time. Photographers, on the other hand, normally come home with a card full of images that permanently document their outing—for better or worse. The antlers can’t get larger, but the details of how difficult it was to get the shots can get hazy or embellished over time!

Cutthroat Trout

 A Green Drake hatch can bring big fish out of the shadows and feed with reckless abandon. A decent cast with the right sized fly on the line often yields great results. Those days don’t happen too often, so when a fisherman gets to experience one, they’ll remember details of the day for a long time. Timing is everything! I experience much the same feeling when I see a big bull moose approach a stream in evening light. They stop to take a drink and then slowly make their way across the stream. With every click of the camera and every step the bull makes, I know in the back of my head it is an experience to be treasured. Once the bull disappears into the brush on the other side, I get to take a deep breath and understand why I live here and why I make it a point to be out as often as I can! >>MJ

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AZT – Santa Rita Mountains Foothills to AZ83

Sunrise over Oak Trees

Day 10

After a night of coyotes howling and passing through our camp, we woke up to a great sunrise and surprisingly pleasant temperatures. We all wanted to get a head start on the day so we were ready to go fairly quick. We were only a few dozen yards from the start of Passage 7 so after a short climb up a hill, it was pretty easy-going for the rest of the way, especially thanks to a cloudy sky that gave us a break from the hot sun.

The views to the north opened up after cresting the first hill and the mountains the trail would soon be approaching were looking closer than ever. At the same time, there were many more ocotillo and cactus coming out along the sides of the trail with prickly pear, barrel, rainbow, and all sorts of wildflowers mixed in as well. The caterpillars that we had been seeing even seemed more active. Some were grazing heavily on the blooming ocotillo and others even seemed to be beginning to cocoon.

AZT Through Ocotillo

Though most of it was quite scenic and pleasant, there were a few cattle pastures that we went through where nothing was growing except the grasses. I’m not against ranching or farming of course because I love food, but it would be nice to see a few brave ranchers replace their cattle with bison since the land would rebound and benefit tremendously from their presence, which would then bring down the price of bison meat.

Beyond that though, wildlife seemed to be much more active in this stretch. Twix and Olive Oyl had discovered a large lizard that I wasn’t familiar with, but it had run off by the time I got there. Farther down the trail, I began to hear more sounds in the grasses of things scurrying away, good signs that there was more here than in previous areas. I caught a quick glance of a large rodent darting across the trail before I could even realize that something was darting across the trail. There was a black butterfly with a brilliant royal blue coloring on its wings that (again) was a bit too fast for me. Later in the day, a large hare went racing across the desert in front of me. But it was a sighting in the middle of the day that had me most giddy.

Pilot and Desert View

I was out in front for a change and was coming down a hill. I heard a slight brush in the grasses ahead and as silently as it was quick, caught the back end of an animal with a large, thick, light brown tail gliding into the rocks nearby. I waited to see if I could catch a better glimpse of what I suspected it could have been, but it never came back out. A dozen miles up the trail, a clue confirmed that it was most likely a feline: a fresh explosion of feathers in the middle of the trail. Combined with the tail that I saw, it would be pretty hard to convince me that it wasn’t a cougar! It was definitely the wildlife highlight along the trail so far.

In the 13.3 miles that was Passage 7, there was only one water source, and it wasn’t pretty. It was basically a stock pond which was filled with murky water containing all sorts of things we didn’t want to think about. As we got there, I downed my last liter of water filled with electrolytes before filtering four new liters from the pond. I felt hydrated enough, so I held off drinking any of that until I had to.

As the day started to wind down, Twix, Olive Oyl, Salsa, and I were beginning to have a bit of trouble deciding on the best plan of action to get me back to Tucson and get Happy Tree back to them. It was beginning to look like Giggles’ leg would prevent her from finishing the trail, so I wanted to maximize my time with her in case the worst case scenario came true. Plus, she could only either get me off the trail that night, or two days later, which I wasn’t prepared to wait for.

Sunset over Desert

After much discussion and a few phone calls, we found Happy Tree a ride to the ranch farther down the trail for two days later, and I would be picked up at the junction of Sahuarita Road and AZ83. The others were finally able to find a campsite, passing up a few good ones because of me, and I continued on into sunset to make it to the junction before dark. Along the way, sunset came out for a brief, but beautiful show. At the end of it, I had traveled 18.69 miles, my new personal best for one day, and about the last five miles without any water, due to where it came from. A short moment later and I was on my way back to Tucson for a few days to rest some muscles, and especially some blisters that were getting a little out of hand.


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AZT – Gardner Canyon to Santa Rita Foothills

Santa Rita Mountains

Day 9

I woke up surprisingly not too chilly. Apparently the forest of oak trees that lined the creek that we were near had helped shelter us from some condensation, since for the first morning my tent was completely dry.

Bill Murray and Sheriff Woody were off early to make a much better pace than we were. While Twix, Salsa, Olive Oyl and I ultimately made nearly 15 miles for the upcoming day, the other two were out to get in about 25 miles. Sure enough, we never saw them again after breakfast.

I started my hike a bit behind the other three, but not by far. I felt very carefree and in love with the trail as we climbed out of the canyon and onto the grassy foothills where we’d spend most of the day. I was missing Giggles so I gave her a call and found out she wasn’t doing much better. I was glad to talk with her though and continued on my way after the others.

Kentucky Camp

We reached Kentucky Camp much sooner than we thought we would and were welcomed by the caretaker, Steve. He was originally from northern Idaho and enjoyed looking after the historic mining ranch and sharing information about it. Plus he really seemed to enjoy meeting new thru-hikers.

We explored the main building that had been restored and stopped there to have lunch and refill on clean water before heading out.

Horny Toads

The trail for much of the day followed a number of intersecting dirt roads and meandered in and out of trails that went over and around the hills, not offering an incredible amount of diversity, but did present us with two horny toads resting in the trail. It ultimately began to take a toll on my feet as a soreness began to intensify. Once my pace had developed into a short limp and I had fallen behind, I caught up with them at our next reliable water source for 13 miles: a bee-infested tank of murky water with many other things in it, both dead and alive. We got some necessary water from there and took a much needed rest before deciding to go just a bit more down the trail before finding camp.

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We found a quiet spot near some oak trees where the tallgrass had been been worn down and set up camp there. The others packed it in pretty early, but I stayed up for just a bit longer to get in a small amount of night photography.


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