Memories from Nov 2, 2018.
The sun is now getting up late enough that I wake before it. Water from here to my next resupply in Jacob Lake looks extremely unreliable. Yesterday even some of the supposedly reliable tanks were empty. I took a my capacity of 9 liters from the first potholes I could find which weren’t just a skim of water over thin mud. Of course, there wound up being better water later in Buckskin Gulch but I usually play a pretty conservative water game. On the downside, my pack was pretty top heavy.
Buckskin Gulch had some interesting sandstone formations and a narrows.
There were more people there than I’ve ever seen on trail. I wound up walking out to the Wire Pass trailhead while chatting a husband-wife duo from Chicago.
Just a short while later I reached the state line and crossed into Arizona. Here the Hayduke follows the Arizona Trail until almost the Grand Canyon. Two Haydukers has signed the register at the start of the AZT three days before me. I probably won’t catch them but it creates a sense of community.
It’s oddly pleasant to be back on a National Scenic Trail. The trail is well graded and so takes a while to get anywhere. This draws out the views.
I think this is just my second night on the Hayduke camping in what might be called a forest.