Monday, January 16, 2017
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Woke up this morning to a beautiful sunshiny day and warm temperatures. It felt great after the blah day we had yesterday.
After our walk this morning, I sat at the table drinking coffee and reading blogs till Yuma couldn’t stand it anymore. He kept looking around and wanting to go someplace outside.
So, I ate some cereal real quick and we jumped in the Jeep and headed for the Charlie Bell Pass Trail. It is one of the trails advertised in the Cabeza Prieta National Wildlife Refuge brochures. What a beautiful morning for a drive.
Reading the brochure, the trail left Ajo and quickly turned into a Jeep road.
This horrible road went on for over 17 miles. It was the absolute worst road I have driven in my four years of traveling the Southwest. The last two miles was like driving in a creek bed full of stones. I could go no more than three miles an hour.
We left at 11:30 this morning and didn’t get back to camp till 6:00, just in time to take a shot of the setting sun. I was afraid I was going to get caught driving this horrible road after dark.
At five miles, I reached the entrance to the Refuge and signed in at the kiosk.
Another warning sign to be aware of our surroundings.
In all fairness, the scenery was just gorgeous and it was a great day for a drive.
This looking back toward Ajo and the Ajo Mountains.
At eight miles in, I came upon the windmill at the Little Tule Well.
There were thousands of Saguaro Cactus as we dropped to the desert floor.
The pass through the Growler Mountains is over to the left. That is where we are headed.
Looked for pronghorn sheep, but never saw any. Like to see someone drive faster than 15. Tear your vehicle apart.
The Growler Mountains. You’ll notice there are fewer Saguaro Cactus on the desert floor. They only grow at certain altitudes.
Some tight spots.
Going into the pass now.
We have reached the end of the line. It’s walking from here. Beautiful pass through the Growler Mountains.
Looking back on the 17.3 miles of desert floor and the Ajo Mountains that we just drove. On the left is Tillotson Peak where we drove up in a caravan and took pictures Saturday evening.
They are kind enough to place a tower here with a phone to call for help. Also, there are about six gallon jugs of water at the base if needed.
I thought there was going to be an old abandoned homestead at the end, but I found nothing. When the road ended at a parking area, there was nothing to tell me where to go, so Yuma and I continued to walk the pass trail for about two miles. Only Administrative vehicles are allowed.
After two miles of walking on an even worse road, Yuma and I came onto a pump with a water trough. Yuma wouldn’t drink from it.
That was it. No homestead! No nothing!
I am one tired puppy traipsing back up the mountain pass trying not break an ankle and die right here. I never thought I would make it back up the mountain side to the Jeep.
Yuma, says “Hurry up Daddy! We’re almost to the top.”
The worst thing is, after getting back to the Jeep, dead tired, I knew I had to drive that 17.3 miles of horrible road again, starting with this two miles of river rock road.
I guess I either missed the exciting stuff of there was no exciting stuff. Before anyone takes this trail, be sure to learn more about what is out here and where it is, because I sure never found it.
Back at camp just in time for the sunset. What a day!
Hope you enjoyed reading of my adventure. I know it is a little long with lots of photos, but I wanted you to feel my agony too.
See you later.