Arizona Trail

The Arizona Trail Day 21: Widdle Bit Afraid of the Dark

Sunday, April 07, 2013 – 12.6 km

I was woken during the night by weird animal cries that sounded like a combination of a demented cow and a demented coyote, and I do not like either of those things. Coatimundi? The Black Rabbit?

Today’s walking began with more of the same scenery. My ankle felt iffy but no worse, and that means it’s improving, right? Tensor bandage? Ho hum. The Black Hills were interesting with their rich red soil that created a bold blend of colours in the landscape. Ants were everywhere, milling around purposefully even if their only purpose seemed to be to mill around. I admire those ants. Canadian ants would call their behaviour conformist, then go stick it to the man by searching aimlessly for picnic baskets or crawling into your clothing.

Antelope Peak

I made camp in a cluster of trees a kilometre or two before Beehive Well. It seemed like a nice place, but later I found bones nearby and Lord of the Flies kept coming to mind. Is someone a widdle bit afraid of the dark? Well, I wouldn’t be if I didn’t keep hearing weird noises.

By Krista/Bane

Thru-hiker, LASHer and packrafter from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Enjoys walking slowly, seeking out ice cream whenever possible, and just generally being uninspirational.

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