Twig Adventures

Friday, March 7th, 2025, 0600-1650Amboy to mm 13.5, Section 8, elevation 636′.13.5 miles. I slept pretty well considering my location. The trains came by every few minutes, blowing their whistles every time, but I got by with my standard tricks for drowning out the noise. The wind was also whipping my tent, so no matter what, earplugs were in order. In the morning, I had my instant coffee and first breakfast, but was looking forward to more gas station food, sad as that sounds. But the store didn’t open until 8 am, so after packing, I decided to do a little exploring. The area used to be a real town, with a school and houses. People worked at the nearby[…]

Thursday, March 6th, 2025, 0600-1420Budweiser Spring to Amboy\Roy’s Motel and Cafe, mm 105, End Section 7, elevation 636′.22 miles. It rained a fair amount overnight but it was mostly pretty light, the kind of rain that makes a nice sound on a tent but doesn’t cause concern for flooding. I checked my tent a few times just to be sure, but it was bone dry inside. I picked a good spot and made a good pitch. I loved hearing the rain all night and woke feeling so refreshed. It stopped a few hours before dawn, so it was perfect! The desert loved the rain, too. Everything already looked more green and perky. I even found a few potholes with small[…]

Wednesday, March 5th, 2025, 0700-1640Hill Top House to Budweiser Spring, mm 83.5, elevation 3780′.22.5 miles. It was another great day. I took a more leisurely morning, enjoying my coffee and the views from the porch. I slept so great out there. It wasn’t too cold overnight and I was well protected from any breeze. I woke to the sounds of nibbling a few times overnight. The pack rats were hard at work, slowly dismantling the house. But at least they left my stuff alone. I woke at my usual early time but took advantage of cell signal and the comforts of the porch to work on my blog. The sunrise was definitely worth sticking around for. With the weather forecast[…]

Tuesday, March 4th, 2025, 0530-1710North Tower Mountain, mm35.5, to Hill Top House, mm 61, Elevation 3813′25.5 miles. The wind died a little overnight, or maybe I just did a good job of ignoring it. At some point, I could swear I heard a distant murmur from either a highway or a train track, maybe even a train whistle. But I have no idea where the noise could have come from because I was too far north of I-40 and even farther north of the BNSF railroad. The area felt extremely remote, so who knows what I actually heard. Maybe I dreamed it. The wind picked up again just as I started packing in the morning, go figure. Plus it was[…]

Monday, March 3rd 2025, 0600-1730North Fenner Hills mm10 to North Tower Mountain, mm35.5, Section 7. Elevation 4600′25.5 miles. The wind howled all night, but somehow my yucca block was just enough. I was able to sleep pretty well by putting my ear plugs in. Otherwise I would just lay awake, listening for the next guest to come blow my house in. The wind was even stronger overnight, with gusts up to 40 mph. It was also quite cold, only in the upper 30s when I woke. It never really warmed up all day. These were the kind of conditions I was expecting more of this hike, not the always sunny, always 80° days I’d had so much of previously. Being[…]

Sunday, March 2nd 2025, 1420-1730Fenner, beginning Section 7, to mm10, North Fenner Hills, elevation 3070′.10 miles. Under the skies so blue, Into the Great Wide Open, A rebel without a clue. This Tom Petty song was playing on the radio at the gas station in the morning,  seemed appropriate. I slept surprisingly well considering the onslaught of noise and lights surrounding the gas station. I had to sink my earplugs really well, then cover my eyes with my buff. I woke up a few times to the sound of trucks roaring in to get gas, but otherwise the other sounds became white noise. In my hiking career, I’d not only learned to sleep peacefully in the wilderness (by far the[…]

Saturday, March 1st 2025, 0610-1400Weaver’s Well to Najah’s Hi Sahara Desert Oasis Gas Station, Fenner, I-40 mm129, End Section 6. Elevation 2080′.22 miles. My jacked-up shoulder was pretty sore in the morning. But my more pressing concern was what the alkaline water was doing to my plumbing. As happy as I was to find the water, there was a small price to pay. Yet another benefit of hiking alone is that one doesn’t have to go far from their tent to did a cathole. As in, just feet away. Thank goodness, because I came very close to finally becoming a real thru-hiker! Not yet though. That good old alkaline water, it sure gets a morning off to an early and expedient[…]

Friday, Feb 28th 2025, 0600-1730West Turtle Mtns Wilderness Boundary to Weaver’s Well, mm107, Section 626 miles. I thought the previous 2 days were going to be the hardest in this section, but this day had a little mishap that also made it tough, but I got through it and kept going. I started early, trying to avoid the heat through a long, low and sandy crossing of the Ward Valley. I passed by the first guzzler along the route thus far (because I took the HWY 95 cache alt), which I didn’t bother to check since it was almost half a mile off the route. I had a gallon of water from my cache left still. The road I was[…]

Thursday, Feb 27th 2025, 0600-1710HWY 95 to west Turtle Mtns Wilderness Boundary mm79, Section 624 miles. The wind picked up even more overnight, so I decided to put my tent into ‘bivy mode’ to reduce the flapping. I discovered this trick on past hikes. I just have to remove my center trekking pole, leaving everything else as is. I don’t mind having the walls collapsed on top me… it’s probably even extra insulation against the cold. I also took a Benadryl and put my ear plugs in, both because of the noise of the highway and the wind. All these hacks worked brilliantly. I was dead to the world most of the night. In the morning, I reinserted my pole so[…]

Wednesday, Feb 26th 2025, 0540-1740Whipple Wash to HWY 95 mm3, Section 6A24 miles. The wind started blowing pretty hard in the middle of the night, flapping my tent annoyingly. I woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I just started packing. Even though the time had changed by 1 hour, I was still waking up just before dawn…that just so happened to be before 5 am now. I needed all the time I could get this day, as I knew it would be a long and hard one. I would be climbing to a ridge, navigating the high country for something like 8 miles, all cross country. It also involved a gain of over 2k’. I’d climbed so[…]