Tuesday, May 14, 2013
I left Flagstaff this afternoon under grey skies spitting rain. The AZT heads north through the city to Buffalo Park, passing a tribute sign to Dale Shewalter (founder of the Arizona trail) before the Oldham Trail junction. In my logbook entry, I wrote ‘I don’t know’ under the date column, because I didn’t want to get out my phone to check. It then occurred to me that these logbooks have an actual purpose, and that kind of entry is probably frowned upon.
I began to regret not leaving Flagstaff earlier since there was plenty of traffic on the trail and I still felt like I was in the city by the time I wanted to make camp. Maybe I still was in the city, who knows. It was an ambiguous forested area. The traffic was mostly bikers, but I also met some men who were out for a hike. One of them asked whether I was on a pack training exercise. When I said that I was hiking the Arizona Trail, he said ‘Really?’. No, not really. I just find it comical to tell people that I’m hiking the AZT when I’m not. He wished me a good hike, but still looked skeptical. Hey, I’ve walked 600 miles! Are you doubting me because of the dorky hat?
I waited until dark before pitching my tent a short distance from the trail. I can hear cars. Am I in a park?