I'm really excited to share that I've got a trail/adventure story published in the latest Arizona Outdoorsman magazine (Vol. 4 Issue 3). If you're in Arizona, you can pick up the mag at most Walmarts and Sportsman's Warehouse. Here are a few pictures, which didn't make the printed version:
I do have a ton more at this page:
The quick story goes: I left somewhat at the last minute for a super-remote place in the Apache-Sitegreaves National Forest, near the Blue River. My wife and I drove to an old ranch, which we thought was going to be deserted, on approximately 45 miles of trail, that starts about 30 miles from the nearest town (Morenci, Arizona). The trail took us a day and a half to navigate, although the terrain was not technical: Just remote and scenic. When we arrived at the ranch early on a Sunday morning, a short and tough looking Mexican cowboy greeted us at the front corral. This dude was WAY out there without a vehicle, horse, or radio. He spoke nearly no English at all, and luckily I speak Spanish; He called himself Gustavo. He was quite excited to have some visitors, and was extremely kind: He offered us coffee and breakfast. I asked Gustavo if he lived there all the time, and he explained he's only there between cattle drives and simply watches the place for the "patron" (the owner). Just Gutsavo, his dog, and a small shack loaded with canned goods.
But on the way out, the Jeep broke down - the fuel pump. At this point in the trail, I could tell we were 10 miles from the last source of modern life based on the GPS. It was another ranch, but we remembered seeing several people, some trucks, etc. We decided heading that way was best. We hiked our way to this ranch, but nobody was home. Which was strange because there were at least a half dozen horses, a herd of cattle, chickens, several dogs, and so forth. We waited and waited. It was raining hard, so we stowed away in their bunkhouse that seemed to house just old furniture. My wife and I huddled for warmth until morning, and hit the road again.
About 12 miles down the road, we heard a noise: an car? A motor of some sort? Cresting the hill, there was ranch #2 with a generator running. This lady saw us coming down the hill, and stopped. "You're a sight for sore eyes" I told her. Immediately, she took us in and gave us food, water and drove us to her "phone booth" as she called it: a cedar tree on top of a hill that seems to allow the best cell phone reception, which was splotchy at best.
There is a whole new story to the adventure of getting the Jeep extracted, perhaps I'll post up shortly.
Anyway, I'm hoping you enjoy. Epic for sure, and I probably tell it better over a campfire. If you're in Arizona, go get a copy of the magazine....I'd appreciate it!