Day 14 - Reaching the End of the Gila River

Day 13 - Gila Cliff Dwellings, Little Bear Canyon and more River Crossings

Day 12 - River Crossings to Doc Campbell’s Post

Day 10 - Leaving Silver City

Day 9 - Silver City Zero

Day 8 - Road Walk to Silver City, NM

Day 7 - A Great On-Trail Birthday

Day 6 - The Long Long Flat

Day 5 - To Town! Lordsburg, NM Once Again

Day 4 - The Long Flat

Day 3 - Bad Scratch Day

Day 2 - Follow the White Rocks

Day 1 - Crazy Cook to Cache #1

Travel Days - Denver to the CDT Southern Terminus

April 11th, 2021
It’s 5am and I pour myself a cup of Coffee. The feeling is of electric excitement for me. But there are still 20 things I need to get done before heading to the airport.

I run back and forth from the car. The final moments before Launching out are here and I still have things to take care of. I wish I had more time. I’m running at this point. As my Mom and Dad load into their car, I run to my car, grab a different pair of sunglasses and bring my Camera and Climbing rope inside. I run back to their car and take a few calm breathes as I make sure I have my travel bag with me in the seat. My Dad asks “final call, ready to go?” I reply with cautious certainty, “yes” and away we go.

The drive to the airport is familiar. A nervous excitement passes with each racing thought. Did I pack my socks? Did I grab the water filter? What am I doing? What if I don’t complete the trail? What if I do? Will there be other hikers out there?

My parents do a great job asking me easy questions, which distracts me from the endless stream of questions in my head. Before I know it we are at the airport, checking my bag and saying our goodbyes. It all happens so quickly. I arrive at my gate and have a moment to sit by myself. Everything slows down.

As I board the aircraft, flight to El Paso, the nerves calm down and the excitement goes up. I’m actually going on my adventure. I sit down next to a young man heading home and we talk as the aircraft deals with a maintenance delay (flight control issues). I stay awake until the wheels are retracted, then sleep until just before we land.

I pick up my checked bag which feels really heavy. One of the wheels broke off, so carry it I must. Shortly before getting a ride to the hotel, I deal with a pesky nosebleed. I keep my mask on to hide my blood covered nose.

I get a ride to a nearby Walmart to buy a fuel canister, lighter and some last minute items that I didn’t have time to buy before Launching. Back to the Hotel and sleep.


April 12

Woke up early enough to relax and pack my backpack. I decided to throw out my suitcase instead of using it on the greyhound. It had to have weighed 10lbs while being awkward to carry.

Checked out of the hotel at Noon and got a ride to the Greyhound station in downtown El Paso. Waited patiently for the bus to arrive… it was delayed by 4+ Hours.

Sat next to guy slightly older than me. Shrimp is his name and he is traveling around the country for the warm season, living out of his backpack. My Greyhound arrived in Lordsburg, NM around 9pm, I was able to make my way to a taco stop, Los Victors, for dinner and then checked into the Econolodge. I had to get a few last things packed before the morning. 4 Liters of water was the main concern. Then sleep.


April 13

Awoke around 4:30am to pee and was too excited to go back to bed. Reorganized some things and confirmed I had water then waited until 6:15am to go down and meet for the shuttle. There were already some hikers there. Tapo was the first one I’d introduce myself to. Thirteen, Crocs and Colleen we’re also there.

Ray was our shuttle driver and we were on our way to an unknown world. Along the drive we’d talk gear, water, general strategies, and see coyotes and the vast desert wilderness that seemed to never end. And it didn’t. We’d make one stop at the Hachita Store for last minute goodies. A short distance later the nicely paved road turned to dirt and then soon after that it’d become rough and slow going.

Ray did a good job showing us a couple of the water caches and give us some tips on bad water to avoid.

About 2 miles from the Mexico boarder, the road became too rough for anything smaller than the small red SUV we were riding in. A few minute later I was unloading my pack, putting it on and taking some pictures. I made it. I actually get to begin this crazy adventure. Here we go.

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