Arizona Trail Passage 8
Woke up to the scent of skunk. Never saw him, but apparently Jan said there was lots of critter noises last night, including the snorting of javelina. I didn't hear. I can sleep through pretty much anything in my hammock, a skill I've developed over the years because I decided that my sleep is too important for my ability to hike. No sense in worrying over stuff I can't control, in this case the animals who are out and about. What could I do anyway? Jan and I joke that we have our umbrellas for defense. The first few nights on the Arizona Trail, I did have trouble falling asleep but now I've convinced myself this trail is safe, so I haven't have trouble falling asleep.
We cruised the first seven miles from Rincon Creek. Flat and easy tread made it possible to look around while hiking for once. Jackrabbits raced around in the cactus. Mountains surrounded us in all directions as we crossed over to our next set of hills.
At La Selvilla Picnic Area, we rinsed our socks at a spigot, while bees circled around the cast off wash water. After so long in the trail, I may be dirty all over but keeping feet clean is a priority.
|Hanging my clean laundry from my pack to dry.|
Arrived at La Posta Quemada Ranch in the heat of the day. After picking up our resupply box, we sorted food on the veranda as we charged our electronics. I wandered around the visitors center reading displays about Collosal Cave, fossil vampire bats, and local CCC history. The little library was full of nature guides so I finally got to read about all the incredible things we've seen. The ranch would have made another excellent place to stay, but I was itching to get back on the trail again. Jan and I decided we'd just do 5 more leisurely miles and camp by the next creek.
|Relaxing at the La Postal Quemada Ranch.|
|Getting water at Cienga Creek.|
|Jan hiking under I-10.|
|I can't believe my hammock fits in this little spot.|
|Hanging over cowpies and cactus.|
|Front row seats for the sunset show.|