2010 was the last time I was in Chiricahua, and it wasn’t pleasant. I had major health issues, and I ran into my first snake on the trail, which only added to my anxiety and stress. I knew that my return this time around would be more meaningful, carefree and adventurous. At least I hoped so…
I take an early morning drive out to the National Monument, and stop at the first hiking trail on the valley floor. I hope to see some coatimundi’s. The weather this Labor Day Sunday is perfect. After a bit I jump back into the truck and head to the top of the mountain range to take on a bigger trail.
The rock formations out here are otherworldly, formed by volcanoes and receeding oceans and lakes from a millenia ago. I dodge and squeeze through crevices and chasms, take in epic views and fascinating cloud formations. I even have a wild little fox follow me curiously for spell.
No snakes this time around as I make a five mile loop through these special mountains.
