After making the decision to skip Colorado until the snow clears there, the next step consisted of working my way up to Rawlins WY from Chama NM. The only ways out of Chama were on foot (nope), hitch hiking (nope), or taking the free Blue Bus which only runs Monday to Friday. So first thing at 5:30 AM on Monday morning, we caught the blue bus which took us to Espanola after which we hopped onto another bus to Santa Fe. All of the other hikers that I was traveling with decided that they were going to head home for a while and wait for the snow to melt if they came back at all. They would all be heading to the airport in Albuquerque. Instead, I walked across Santa Fe to pick up my car rental and started my 8 hour drive to Laramie Wyoming where I would drop off my rental car. From there I would stay overnight and then take a Greyhound bus to Rawlins Wyoming the next day at 3P.

Another apocalyptic storm as viewed from the Greyhound “station” in Laramie

Lots of cool old cats out west

All went according to plan except the Greyhound bus. After waiting and waiting next to a big Greyhound placard stuck on the concrete wall of an old gas station that functioned as the “bus station”, it turns out that the bus was going to be 5 hours late, yikes!!!! Really? So… I figured, why don’t I try hitch hiking instead.

Well that little experiment didn’t work. The only person who stopped tried to give me a dollar. He thought that I was homeless and felt bad for me. Unfortunately he was also going in the wrong direction.

So after the very late bus and the three mile walk across Rawlins to the Super 8 it was 11P. So much for All You Can Eat Thai food in Rawlins but, hey, I had made it.

The next morning, I started the hike north solo across the Great Divide Basin. This is a 115 mile patch of sagebrush in which none of the rain flows to any ocean (endorheic basin). Basically, it’s like a giant birdbath without a drain and actually without much water in it either. The trail started from Rawlins with a bit of a road walk which turned onto a nice dirt road that was easy to follow. Soon, however, the CDT started to become aspirational again. The markers started leading across untracked desert and with many of the already scarce markers knocked over by the wind or by animals until they just disappeared completely. Bloody hell, not again! Out came the GPS so I could roughly follow the trail and get to the next water source.

After about 15 miles, the CDT started to become a real trail again. In fact, it became very easy to follow as it was now an arrow straight road heading north and stretching to the horizon. I’d spend some amount of time hiking with my eyes closed and seeing how long I could Braille walk without going off trail or tripping over a sage brush. There wasn’t much out there besides me and the antelope.

Trail heading north in the Great Divide Basin

Pronghorn Antelope

Rainbow at sunset at the end of the first day in The Basin

After seeing only one other hiker the first day, I met maybe 20 thru hikers heading southbound the second. Their plan was to knock out the Great Divide Basin and keep heading south until the snow in Colorado stopped them again. The big wave of Northbound thru hikers had basically crashed upon the snows in Colorado and scattered up and down the CDT trying to work around this year’s record snow pack. They will probably be hitting snow again around Steamboat Springs in another week and then what?. Having lost so much time chatting that day with other hikers and still wanting to get my 30 miles in, I didn’t end up putting up my tent until well after sunset. Unfortunately, that night, the winds started to really blow until my tent was flapping so hard it felt like it was threatening to yank out all of the tent stakes and blow away with me in it. Eventually, I gave up on my strategy of hiding in my sleeping bag and waiting for the wind to die down as this was clearly not working. Just like when you have to pee in the middle of the night, that feeling just won’t go away until you take care of it. So, at about midnight, I packed up my camp and had to find a sheltered place to set up my tent in the dark and hope not to lose anything. Fortunately, I remembered a little sheltered cow pond about a half mile back that was carved out by a little trickle of a stream. So after clearing out most of the dried cow poop, I had myself a nice cozy spot and the trail taught me another lesson.

The next day, the winds continued. The forecast was for 40mph sustained winds and it was easily that. The terrain was beautiful though going up and down mesas and the winds were mostly quartering winds so you only had to kind of crab into them. I met up with Slo Mo though and she didn’t look very happy and was really worried about finding a sheltered spot for her palatial tent. I heard a couple days later that she bailed soon after and flew back home to San Diego (she left behind lots of delicious candy though in the hiker box in South Pass City).

There was very little cover that day since the sage brush now only went up mid calf at most with no trees all the way to the horizon, so when I saw a big boulder off trail around lunch time, I jumped at the chance to hide behind it and take a break. There was a tear in my pants probably from squeezing through or crawling under some barbed wire (actually more than one tear but this one the wind was opening up and making bigger) that needed repair. So there I was, leaning against a boulder in my underwear, hiding from 40mph winds, sewing up my barbed wire shredded pants with dental floss, and I’m feeling something tickling my back. At first I ignored it thinking “oh great more bugs” but after finishing up with the sewing, I stood up and shook out my shirt and out dropped a 3′ long snake who seemed just as surprised as I was!!! I remember thinking, “this is not the kind of thing that happens to normal people in real life.”

CDT in The Great Divide Basin

CDT in The Great Divide Basin

This time, having learned my lesson from the day before, I found a nice quiet location for my tent that night. Another 30 miles in the books.

Campsite near Alkali Creek

On the last day, the winds had abated a little bit to maybe 30mph but the trail turned so the entire day you were walking straight into it. After about 10 hours with no place to hide from the incessant roaring freight train wind I screamed “Just Stop Blowing!!!!” That didn’t work. I ended up cooking up dinner in a ditch on the side of the road as this was the only shelter from the wind.

Wild horse

The CDT here follows part of a Pony Express Route, the Oregon Trail, and the Seminoe Cutoff of the California Trail

Finally, on the last day, trees started to appear. I had missed the trees and was almost giddy to camp in the shelter of a little grove just outside Atlantic City on the other side of the Great Basin. 115 miles in 4 days, phew!!!

Ghost Ranch is a religious retreat and conference center about 100 miles from the Colorado border and is one of the places most thru hikers zero. The visitors center is filled with posters from all of the western style movies that were shot there. It’s nestled in a beautiful little canyon, has a small but interesting anthropology and paleontology museum and is not just filled with hikers but lots of regular folks too. My main interests there was to pick up my resupply box, eat as much as I could so as not to lose any more weight, and clean up. I had lain on my back in a field the night before while talking to Vanessa an had gotten into something that was making me itch like crazy wherever my clothes had touched the ground. Although I had got there around 6A, the Visitor Center didn’t open until 8A and that was where you needed to buy a ticket that would allow you to eat breakfast that ran from 7-8A. Darn, it, oatmeal again but later I was able to get my resupply box and bought a lunch ticket. After cleaning up and waiting for my laundry to dry, I found a whole bag of trail mix someone had left behind in the biker box. Hmmm…. 22 servings at 170 calories a serving, Perfect! I ate half of the bag. Gotta keep my weight up. Lunch came and I heaped my plate as high as gravity would allow. Bread? Yes, please. Soup? Of course! Would you like my extra dessert? Do chickens have lips? I have to admit, it was a little too much and I wasn’t feeling so well afterwards. It could have been worse. At least I hadn’t gone for the Idahoans in the hiker box too. Anyhoo, my plan was to get back on trail after lunch and at 2P I set out.

Walk into Box Canyon from Ghost Ranch

Box Canyon

Ascent back into the pine forests

Camp for the night.

My stomach was in no mood for the long and steep climb out of the Canyon. Although it was only a 2700′ climb out, it felt twice that long. I was stumbling like a drunk from one side of the trail to the other, taking lots of breaks, moaning occasionally and somehow squeezed out 14 miles that afternoon. There is a lesson hidden in there somewhere. Maybe someday I’ll learn it.

Elk feeding with cows

Everyone was a bit worried about the next few days. This would be our first taste of real snow. One of the hikers at Ghost Ranch said a ranger had told her that there was a rescue in the upcoming sections the day before. In the first couple days, you had to hike 25-30 miles each day so you could camp at lower altitude while the middle of the day you were hiking in snow.

Aspen forests and pastureland is the mornings

Walk through snow in the middle of the day

It took a while to register this was the “bridge” in the trail guide

Snow Cowboy

Yes, that’s the trail and yes, more wet feet.

It was the last day that had us worried though as it was almost all above snow line at altitude. Brake Check, Sniffles and I had the same idea that on the previous day, we would hike as far as possible right up to the snow line, get up early, and get as many miles out as we could on the frozen snow until it warmed up and we started to post hole.

I had reserved my nice dry clean socks for this last day and was super happy to start with dry warm feet for a change. After 10 minutes of hiking there was a river crossing and that was that. At least my left foot was still dry. The right one had little jets of water shooting out of the toe.

The CDT is normally pretty difficult to follow through the dense woods without the snow. Throw in 5′ drifts and it was nearly impossible. The woods were full of tracks of people wandering all over the place trying to follow the “trail”. Frequently, you would just follow the most footprints and hope for the best, occasionally checking you GPS to make sure that you were still in the right hemisphere.

At some point I was getting tired of getting lost and wandering through the woods and realized that the folks I was following probably knew about as much as me. I decided to just roughly follow the gist of the trail and make my own easier path through the snow. This was the CDT, and not the AT with its million white blazes or the PCT with a trail so wide you can’t get lost. It was time to grow up. From then on I used my maps and followed ridge lines and fire roads and the actual CDT only when it made sense. It was great!!! The views were more beautiful, the post holing easier, and it was much easier to make steady progress. Unbeknownst to me Brake Check and Sniffles had decided to just follow my footprints and we ended up reaching the New Mexico / Colorado border within 15′ of each other.

Following the herd

Sniffles, Brake Check, and I at the border

View into Colorado

Ride from trailhead to Chama from Cheshire Cat

About a mile from the end of the trail, I met a nice dude who like to be called Cheshire Cat and his dog Stella and he offered to give us the 12 mile ride back to Chama all crammed into his Honda Element. Wooohooo! No need to hitch into town. Cheshire, Stella, and I raced each other downhill in the snow to his car and covered the last mile in about 6-7 minutes. Welcome to Colorado!

Walking around Chama

The next step is figuring out what to do next. Sniffles, Brake Check, Compass, and I are all sharing a room now and have been zeroing in Chama until we can catch the Blue Bus into Santa Fe tomorrow which only runs on weekdays. The snow is at record levels in Colorado (738% above average in the San Juan’s) and we all want to enjoy the San Juan’s so each of us is postponing Colorado until the snow melts a bit. Compass is flying up to Glacier and then heading south bound. Brake Check and Sniffles are flying home to Salt Lake City for a couple weeks then will probably hike south from somewhere in Wyoming. I’m going to take a bus from Santa Fe to Rawlins Wyoming and keep heading north until the snow clears in Colorado. I’m having my snow gear sent to South Pass City to help in the Wind River Range and probably won’t come back to hike Colorado until after Yellowstone or somewhere in Idaho/Montana. It’s not quite what I envisioned when I started but the CDT was never supposed to be cookie cutter and is all about adapting and improvisation to what the trail provides.

Goodbye beautiful New Mexico. Au revoir Colorado. On to Wyoming. It’s just going to keep getting more spectacular 🙂

I had just met a hiker who was also there limping away and some of her relatives had come to town to rescue her. I hadn’t mentioned this before but I had been having ridiculous foot blister problems since Pietown. Some of the blisters were nearly the size of my smaller toes. I popped one and it squirted fluid 6″ into the air (no exaggeration). It was crazy, I was limping, and no amount of KT tape would fix it so in Grants, I called REI, and they arranged to have a brand new pair of electric blue Altra’s waiting for me in Grants. So there I was, in the table next to this hiker, basking in the heavenly cushiony comfort of brand new electric blue Altra Lone Peak 4’s while this hiker sat suffering in her worn out electric blue Altra Lone Peak 4’s. Her uncle looked at my Altras then looked at me…. he looked at my Altras then looked at me and asked “Are those brand new?” I said, “Yep, just put them on an hour ago and my feet have never been happier basking in their cushiony comfort.” He then asked “How much you want for them?” I thought he was joking and laughing said “If you have to ask, you couldn’t afford them,” He wasn’t joking. In fact he and his friend looked like they were thinking about wrestling me to the ground and yanking those sparkly new electric blue Altra Lone Peak 4’s right off that smart Alec’s feet……. Check please, I beat it right out of there.

I was a little nervous about this next section. Viper had reported knee high postholing in snow throughout the 8 mile stretch in the peaks above 8000′ on the first day out Grants and this was just a couple days before. He said could only manage about 1 mph above the snow line. Leaving town at 10A did not help the situation and meant that I’d likely be camping on snow at altitude. A reasonable person would have stopped short of the snow line then crossed through the snow in the morning. Of course, that’s not what I did.

The day’s hike started with a 9 mile road hike to the Los Pinos Trailhead then up through some beautiful pine forest.

Los Pinos Trail

The climb up the San Pedro Peaks was gentle but long rising about 4000′ up to over 10,500′. At above over 10,000′ the patches of snow became continuous with water everywhere from the snow melt.

Much of the trail was filled with snow melt.

If you weren’t walking in water, you were walking in mud or on snow. Above the snow-line I met a 16 year old hiker, sitting on the side of the trail named Hacker, who had his shoes off and was trying to warm up his feet while his dad and brother hiked on ahead. There is really only one way to heat up cold wet feet and that’s to keep hiking and there was nearly 8 miles to go. Hacker was going to have a very long day. By that time, I had met up with Bobber and Blue Collar, the thunder and lightning had begun, and we started getting pelted by snow.

Mountain Lion track

The trail above snow-line was mostly flat and easy

Once you’ve gone through a few ice cold water crossings that go over that tops of your shoes and stop worrying about keeping your feet warm or dry, the trail goes much faster. The knee high post holing never materialized and we were able to traverse the bulk of the snow in about 4 hours. I hiked until dark, found a dry sheltered place to camp, and was still able to make about 27 miles despite the late start and snow. Overall, a good day.

The next day, the trail descended back through sunny aspen forests and also through areas where the tree fall was so dense the trail was nearly impossible to follow.

Aspen forest in the San Pedro Wilderness

The trail is buried under there somewhere

Winter is coming to New Mexico

Eventually the trail descended back into the canyons and then back into desert. One of the incredible things about New Mexico is that the climate changes dramatically with altitude.

Chama River Canyon

Prairie Rattlesnake next to Trail

Sunset near Ghost Ranch

The day ended with an 10 mile road walk to a little copse of trees just outside of Ghost Ranch.

The snow squalls that scattered a lot of the hikers around Grants were an omen of what we could expect to see going further north. The peaks around Grants all had snow and there was news of up to two feet on trail in Colorado. The locals were all telling me that this was really atypical. We should be well into the melt by now. The melt is now 6 weeks behind schedule. For us thru hikers, the snow was now on all of our minds.

On the morning I was heading out of Grants, I met up with Mouse and Dutchman over breakfast at Denny’s. It was really nice catching up with them.

Having breakfast with Mouse and Dutchman

Their main lesson coming out of the Gila was not to wear Tevas through the 150+ river crossings. I’d show you a picture of Mouse’s feet but children might read this, yikes!!!! The only downside of meeting them was that I didn’t leave my room until almost 10A and I still had to walk the two miles just to get to the trail again. My plan was to summit Mt Taylor (which at 11,301′ is the highest peak in New Mexico and which was covered in snow) at 6-7P after a 24 mile hike with a 4000′ ascent then posthole off the north side for several miles until I could descend enough to find a cozy campsite. No problem, right? Let’s just say, no one else contemplated this crazy plan. The ascent went just as planned. The weather was beautiful and cooperating and the trail was just as Carol and Hugo (local trail angels) described. Their water caches helped keep my pack weight down and I was able to move fast (fast for me anyway).

On road walk to trailhead. New Mexicans love their guns.

As I approached the summit, however, things started to unravel a bit. The winds started picking up until they were almost knocking me over at the summit at 6:30-7:00P and the clouds were building. The cold killed the battery on my phone which was my GPS and the swirling snow obscured the trail making it hard to follow.

Mt Taylor summit. Last picture before my battery died.

From reading the maps previously, I remembered that the exit was off the north side and was able to find what looked like a trail under the drifting snow, get under some cover and put a power pack on my phone/gps to reassure me that I was actually following a real path. Fortunately, due to the cold, the snow was pretty consolidated underneath a thinner cover layer so there was not a lot of postholing and I was able to stay on top of it and make progress.

The snow cover thinned and clouds cleared as the altitude dropped

At about 10,000′, and several more miles of hiking, the snow let up and the snow cover thinned, and I was able to find a nice campsite in the dark.

Campsite for the night.

At 28 miles after a very late start with a 4000′ climb and other stressors, that was a long tough day for me. For dinner, I was just too tired to cook so I ate half a block of cheese, put on all the clothes that I had and fell asleep. If would have been a long night if Vanessa hadn’t sent me my puffy coat in Grants.

The next day the skies were blue and beautiful. The trail consisted of a series of fire roads that were easy to follow and it it was much warmer. The downside was with all the snow melting from previous days, the fire roads had turned into a mud that just built up on your shoes.

As the mud collected on your shoes, you would just get taller and taller and your feet heavier and heavier until you could find a rock to scrape them off ……. then the process would start all over again. I could picture an 8′ tall cow with enormous mud clogs on its hooves. Eventually I just started bushwhacking and avoiding the roads as much as possible.

Over the next few days, the landscape transformed into the beautiful vistas you used to see in the old westerns. I’ve never seen such deep blue skies.

Ponderosa Pine – This is my favorite smell in the world

Pair of male collared lizards

Another male Collared Lizard

Sunrise near Cuba, NM

Cowboy camping in the edge of a mesa facing sunrise and under a million stars.

Sunset on the CDT

Wild flowers are all over the desert.

If you can drive there, you’ll find barbed wire & cows

It’s impossible to truly capture the grandeur in pictures.

Pauline, Fred and me at El Bruno’s in Cuba, NM

Over four days, we covered the 107 miles between Grants and Cuba but more memorably experienced some incredibly beautiful remote landscapes few get to see and met some amazing, happy, and adventurous folks like Pauline and Fred whom I hope to keep in touch with well after the trail.

Tomorrow will be our first taste of real snow on the way to Ghost Ranch. The plan is to reach Colorado by next week. Snow is on everyone’s mind.

This next stretch of trail consisted of a whole heck of a lot of road walking. Most folks were choosing to take the alternative route called the Cibola Alternate to get to Grants. Part of this was because the water sources on the official CDT were sketchy and very far apart with such descriptions as “water tastes metallic with a slight urine aftertaste”. Ummm… no thank you. As the Cibola route involved a lot of walking on paved highway, I mixed it up by starting with the Cibola, taking the Narrow Rim Canyon Trail, then back onto the Cibola, crossing the El Malpais, then taking the Bonita-Zuni Alternate into Grants (phew). Still lots of road walking but at least mostly on low traffic dirt forest roads at the cost of a bunch of extra miles. After watching both Smooth and Breakcheck almost get hit (within 2 feet) by some reckless out of lane idiot), I was glad to get away from the traffic.

A truck stopped to chat and gave me a delicious apple. The world is full of kind and generous folks 🙂

Great feed at the TLC Ranch Larry and Charity and their family invite hikers into their home. Such amazing,thoughtful and generous people. This was the most thru hikers they ever hosted at over 20.

Typical fancy ranch sign out of metal.

The toad walk seemed to stretch to the horizon.

This Pueblo House was originally constructed several hundred years ago by the native Americans then was augmented by settlers about 100 years ago.

Stephen was day hiking and gave me a banana. Every day someone gives me Trail magic. It’s incredible how nice folks are.

Eating delicious before mentioned banana

While looking for a place to camp, Southbound and a few other thru hikers accidentally scared up a herd of elk which crossed in front of me.

Morning hike with Breakcheck and Sniffles on the Narrow Rim Canyon Trail

Fresh Mountain Lion tracks. I had been seriously thinking of night hiking this section, phew!

Crossing the El Malpais (The Badlands)

I couldn’t convince anyone to cross the El Malpais (The Badlands) with me. It seems they knew better as you were walking over rough lava rock for 8 miles. It was very rough going especially solo and was constantly having to backtrack as it was very easy to get lost. Many of the cairns had been put up by the ancient Puebloan people hundreds of years ago and the path was not even close to following a straight line. It took 3 1/2 hours to get through along with some help from my ibuprofen bottle. I found out later that most people took even longer. It was beautiful and frustrating at the same time. I was glad that I did it but also glad it was over.

Cactus are beautiful until you get spiked in the toe. Don’t ask…

First working windmill pumping delicious clean water 🙂

The final road walk into town through Dead Cow Canyon

On empty water tank on road walk

Finally made it to the outskirts of Grants NM, yay!!!!!

Grants NM is really spread out and I was not looking forward to the 2-3 miles off trail walk to get to my hotel. Fortunately, Coyote and his dad saw me and had rented a car. More trail magic!!!! They drove me right to my hotel (Super 8 next to the Walmart). Thru hiking has been a reaffirmation for me of how kind and generous people are across this country.

AYCE (All You Can Eat) – They must dread thru hikers

Plate number 5: I have to admit, this was too much even for me. I had to lie down afterwards.

So I decided to take a zero in Grants to give the tendinitis in my ankle a chance to heal up a little. Off to get some more ice. Tomorrow I’m off to climb Mt Taylor which is the highest mountain in New Mexico at over 11,000′. The snows and storms today at only 7000′ had driven a lot of hikers to hitch into town today so the high mountains should be interesting. Tomorrow is 4000′ feet of climbing, high winds forecast, 25+ mile day with a big mountain at the end and a post holing finish in deep snow off the north side of the mountain. Embrace the brutality and welcome to the CDT 🙂

The last week from Silver City has been pretty eventful. I can’t believe that I’m already half way through New Mexico. I started to string together consecutive 30 mile days and my body is now telling me to slow down and take some time off and heal. It’s so beautiful here though it’s really hard to sit in one place. Maybe I’ll take a zero (0 trail miles) in Grants NM about 100 miles up trail.

From Silver City, Driver and I started on the low route of the Gila Alternate. After about half a day, we descended into the Gila Canyon.

Toad in log next to Gila River

The Gila was a huge change with its lushness. Such an incredible contrast over the desert from just a couple of days before. It rained down nearly everyday. The trail followed the Gila River and you cross this river something like 150 times if you do the low route like we did.

Driver crossing Gila.

Anther river crossing.

On day 2,we made it to Doc Campbell’s (a little hiker friendly store in the middle of nowhere) where I had a food drop waiting. Driver decided to nero there for the rest of the day while I decided to push on to see the Gila Cliff Dwellings Visitor Center and push on. We met Ant and Rat just as they were leaving. They and most others were taking the faster high route while I decided to continue the low route through the river.

This was the most beautiful part of the Gila. It started with a hot spring. It was actually a bit too hot to do anything but stand in for a few minutes.

Hot spring on Gila just north of Doc Campbell’s.

The Gila low route is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. The river snakes through a beautiful lush canyon and and you have most of it to yourself.

If your not next to the ever, you are walking through open vanilla scented Ponderosa Pine forests.

On the next morning, I made it to Jordan Hot Springs. This is what I’ve always envisioned as a natural hot spring instead of the concrete pool shared with 20 strangers that is typically advertised as”natural hot springs”. It was beautiful and I didn’t want to leave.

Jordan Hot Springs

Two Forks getting all pruny for an hour long soak.

On leaving, I met Armstrong and then went on my way.

The canyon just became more beautiful until we popped out at Snow Lake.

Sunrise on the trail

Snow Lake feeds the Middle Fork of the Gila

As we dried out our gear at the campground at Snow Lake, a storm move in and it started to rain and snow and pelt is with freezing rain. We rushed under the cover of the pot toilets to seek shelter until the storm passed.

On leaving we started the miles and miles of road walking over the wide open mesa. It was during this time we somehow took a wrong turn and went over 5 miles round trip in the wrong direction. This was the first of several 30 mile days.

Snow is unusual this time of year.

Wide open Mesa. Just us, cows, pronghorn, and elk.

Daily yard sale at lunch to dry gear (taken by Gaucho)

The fires came through last year.

Two Forks on the trail.

Sunset on the trail showing good wether for tomorrow.

Yes, that’s a goldfish in the water source. This water clogged everyone’s filters.

Trail magic from Morning Glory’s dad Scott. In addition to a cold brew, he made us grilled cheese sandwiches with fig jam and also gave us homemade mozzarella

Devila Ranch

The route we chose took us past Davila Ranch.

Davila Ranch Main Shelter

John and his daughter build this for CDT hikers and is in the middle of nowhere. You can wash your clothes, use the bathroom, take a hot shower, cook up some eggs, bacon, and meat from his own cows. It’s all supported by voluntary donations. He even has a beer fridge which has a keg in it he had to special order and drive 170 miles each way to get. What an amazing and generous gentleman. I spent most of the day there talking to John and cleaning up after the mob that had just left as we arrived then pushed off for the outskirts of Pietown.

After a beautiful night cowboy camping, I reached the Toaster House in Pietown early in the morning to collect my food drop. Once again there was too much food so I took the opportunity to forward the extra up the trail to Ghost Ranch. Someday I’ll get the food thing right.

Yes those are toasters in front of the Toaster House

The Gathering Place has delicious Pie and you are encouraged to practice responsible gun ownership

Yes, they are serious. We are in New Mexico.

There is not much in Pietown besides the Toaster House which is a hiker hostel, a post office, and a place to get pie. The Gathering Place was open and was filled with thru hikers. Our waiter was packing lead and I found myself saying “Sir” more than normal. Guns seem to make folks extra polite. I had a delicious smothered burrito followed by an entire apple cranberry walnut pie with ice cream all to myself 🙂. After a call to Vanessa, it was time to push on.

The transition out of Lordsburg is dry, like really dry. No more being coddled by water caches and a now a total reliance on tire tanks and cow ponds.

CDT: Mile 50 to Lordsburg NM (Mile 85) – Days 3 and 4

From Lordsburg, the trail starts with a three mile road walk followed by a crawl under a barbed wire fence. There is a 10′ trail easement with the trail running across a vast parched pasture but the crisscrossing animal paths and lack of consistent trail markers meant that everyone was off trail for good chunks of time.

He didn’t make it to Silver City

Between using your maps and your gps you are usually not totally lost but on the CDT you need to get used to being ok with not being exactly on the trail. There is a certain relief though when you do see that familiar CDT trail marker

The trail to Silver City is a transition out of the dry hot desert with a slow rise in elevation into the first mountains. Many of the folks that I had been hiking with had decided to zero to recover so I started out alone. The open desert is not easy on your body.

I was pretty happy to meet up with Mouse, Dutchman, and Driver at the first watering hole at the 14 mile mark that day which occurred at trail mile 100.

Note toilet bowl float used to refill tank

This was a clean and delicious water source and it was fun filling your bottles as the cows happily slurped up water next to you. As we climbed higher, we started to see more and more trees.

I was surprised at how much I had missed trees, how joyous it was to be on trail, and realized how taxing the desert was on both the mind and the body. As beautiful as it is, people were not not designed for the open desert. Day 5 was 24 miles.

The next day we climbed Big Burro Mountain (8,035′) then dropped down to Burro Mountain Homestead for ice cream, pizza, water, and soda. This was a surprising little hidden piece of paradise.

After dinner with Driver, Mouse, and Dutchman, I pushed on for another couple hours in the dark and I got to watch the crescent moon set. Every time a car drove by on the dirt road though it kicked up a white-out of fine sand in front of my headlamp which settled down after a few minutes and went back to inky black darkness outside the cone of light from my lamp. After a 5-6 miles and past the Tyrone Gold/Copper open pit mine, i found a nice tree on the side of route 90 and cowboy camped under the stars. With an 8000′ Mountain, hiking with friends all day, a belly full of pizza, soda, and ice cream, and 27 miles under my feet, it was a good day.

The next day was a quick 9 mile road walk into Silver City following what looked like the old CDT route before the mine was put into operation. Part of the joy of the CDT is not always following the official route and improvising. This improvisation meant clean clothes and beer before noon. It’s a different view of America when you’re a a slow walking pace along a highway..

Driveway off NM Route 90: clearly this dude is unmarried

I walked into Silver City before 10A (CDT Mile 162). Hard to believe this journey started just over six days ago.

Morning Star Outfitters Silver City NM

In the Little Toad Creek Brewery Silver City (from Dutchman)

Breakfast at The Palace Hotel in Silver City NM with Dutchman, Driver, Mouse, Ocotillo, and Cat Lady.

That night, Mouse and Dutchman invited Driver and me to pile into their nice suite in the Palace Hotel.

Next destination is Doc Campbell’s on the Gila Alternate.

The next two days consisted of trying to getting to Lordsburg before the post office closed at noon. The fact was that my pack was way too heavy. I had twice as much food as I needed (thinking I’d only be doing 15 mile days but that’s easy to solve by giving it away) but also had way too much gear. Making the post office on time meant 35 trail miles and another road mile in a day and a half. The trick was the first day was crazy hot and the sun relentless. It was a hard day. Even the cows looked hot. At one point there were even buzzards circling overhead. Seriously!

At dinner, I was bushed but after a rest and little food in my belly felt good again and decided to night hike once again and knocked out another 3 miles without getting too lost. That was more like it and left just 12 miles to knock off the next day before noon and then I could take a half day off to recover.

I made the dash for the post office at 11:15A and forwarded a bunch of gear home, yay!!!

Throughout the day, our hiking posse continued to trickle in to clean up and recover. Many limping and thinking about zeroing in town tomorrow. The desert is not easy on the body. Dinner was a giant delicious salad from the salad bar with a grilled cheese sandwich and loaded baked potato all for $9.18 at Kranberry’s Chatterbox.

In the next 76 mile section to Silver City, we start seeing real mountains and I’ll need to pack light.

I spent my first night cowboy camping under clear skies on a moonless night. I have never seen so many stars before. The Milky Way stretches out straight overhead in such detail you could clearly pick out the knots of stars, holes from dark dust clouds, and the bulge of stars in Sagittarius that is the center of our galaxy. Before sunrise, there was a beautiful crescent moon next to Venus. It gave me some comfort that Vanessa was probably looking at this same crescent moon on her early morning drive to the gym.

Today I met up with Ant and Rat several times during the day. Their strategy is to locate the best shade and relax there during the hottest parts of the day then make up the hours lost by night hiking when it’s nice and cool. I was kind of skeptical since with all the cow paths crisscrossing the “trail” it is pretty easy to get lost even during the day. So, my strategy that night was to head out after a belly full of dinner and keep going until I tired or became ridiculously lost then camp and straighten out the mess in the morning. Turns out night hiking is brilliant!!! Yes, I did go off trail a lot but when you can’t see very well, you start to use your other senses. Your footsteps sound and feel different when you go off trail and you realize your off trail within a step or two. I was able to squeeze out another five miles in the dark and made it to mile 50 on the second day 🙂

Day 1: Crazy Cook Monument to Trail Mile 23

The first day on trail started at breakfast before sunrise. This and the subsequent 3 hour bumpy truck ride over rough backwoods roads were a chance to get to know some of the other hikers who share this crazy dream. Some would become friends and companions over the next 3000 miles while others would never been seen again.

Thru hikers are an interesting group. Some are retired in their 50’s like Dutchman and Mouse looking for another adventure, many are seasonal workers between jobs and homes or living out of a van, others like Mountain Goat had his house burnt down in Paradise CA and figured what the heck. We are all connected though by a love for being on trail. Many of the experienced hikers are counting every ounce and are carrying tiny packs while others like Shayla brought along her fiddle. Although only about 350 hikers started the CDT this year, there is a very restricted window you can start. Start too early and the snow pack is too deep in the San Juan Mountains. Start too late and you catch the early snows in Montana so most Northbound (NoBo) hikers start between mid April and mid May. This is our hiker bubble.

The trail starts at the US/Mexican border at a place called Crazy Cook where legend has it some crazy cook killed someone and they never caught him. There is a nice farm on the Mexican side of the border but the US side is pretty barren BLM land full of free grazing cattle.

The wall here is more like a barbed wire fence.

The desert here is beautiful in its own way. The Ocotillo was in bloom everywhere.

After pictures at the start, the hikers drifted off one by one. On their journey north. Only 3000 miles to go.

The landscape is mostly flat and barren with no natural water sources. We would be pulling water from caches and tires and solar powered wells that the ranchers let us use.

I was surprised to make 23 miles the first day. The plan was to start with 14. If all you’re doing is walking all day, you can’t just help doing big miles though.