We had an early morning road walk to reach Doc Campbell’s, a renown resupply store near the CDT. There was an old man running the store and he had several mean-spirited political views he was eager to espouse. We got some necessary ice cream and walked to a sunny stretch just beyond a bridge. It took 30-40 minutes, but finally a van pulled over and a nice guy named Pierre gave us a ride back to Silver City. Pierre attacked the turns in the descending road with determination and vigor, and I was quite glad when the experience was over.
The timing of everything worked out perfectly. We met Di in Silver City, and she whisked us back west to Arizona, and then onward to California the next day. Six-2 and I bought a bunch of goodies from Costco and then went to the base of San Jacinto and did trail magic for an afternoon, greeting a handful of PCTers coming down from their first big summit.
John’s video showcases some excellent footage of the Middle Fork:
We made a decision around 5 PM to leave the middle fork and take a path up above the canyon that would put us on a traditional trail, as we needed to reach Doc Campbell’s relatively early in the morning, to secure a hitch back to Silver City, where our main extraction was coming.
We cooked in the dark after a long day. We crossed the shallow Gila around 102 times today.
Here are two shots from the following morning of our campsite. Notice Six-2’s creative pitch for us to maximize the little amount of flat space available.
We had a mostly unfun road walk today on tarmac and in the desert sun to reach Silver City. Loved the city though. They had a proper brewery, and we stumbled upon Jasmine right away. He was helping a local contractor build a large entrance deck for the local outfitter. The contractor was a very generous man who welcomed us into his home and even went out and bought beer for us.
Love small town Americana stuff like this guy’s private drive.
We had a great time hanging out with Jasmine and Six-2’s friend, Tom.
We found the foundation of a house on a small mountain. I recognized it from one of Joe Brewer’s trail videos.
This water source was kinda eerie, as it was super cold and dark and it seemed to descend for forever. We cooked dinner here and then hiked into the night, trying to lose elevation and then walking alongside a dry riverbed for several miles. We were off-course, I think because we’d gone to this water source, so it was comforting to reach a road before we made camp in the dark.
We were all quite excited for a town day. It’s amazing how you can crush the miles if you know you’re going to be rewarded with an ice-cold Coke.
Around this time, we could just make out the golden arches in the distance. It was like a mirage, and seemed like it should have been 2 miles closer than it was. Along the way, we passed a Catholic cemetery on the outskirts of town, and near there, we saw two abandoned backpacks, two toothbrushes, two sets of clothes. Looks like maybe some immigrants from Mexico reached this area and then jettisoned their travel clothes, put on clean clothes, and walked into town. But we don’t know.
We got the sense that spelling wasn’t really anyone’s forte.
Our hotel room was soon a disaster. A very common sight in trail towns. 🙂 Six-2 now needs to take two days for work. After he’s done, we’ll push on to Silver City.