Sunday, June 11, 2017

One and Done

Quick version:   One day on Tour Divide. Overheated, threw up, couldn't eat the next morning. Weak, frustrated & back at home.


Waiting for 8

Good start on Friday morning, lined up with Mike G and Mike J whom I've ridden with before and several new folks. Got to meet Larry H. He's a great guy and awesome he's attempting this at 76. We had a little moment of silence for Mike Hall, and then we took off at 8am.

It was hot, always hot. I felt pretty good, took the camelback with a lot of iced water and tried to drink all the way to Hachita. Stopped there at the new little market for some drinks, and I downed two orange sodas.

I felt ok going to I-10, still a hard ride even though it's on pavement. You see the trucks on I-10 from about 6 miles away and think "I'am close" and no, you're not. But you finally get there. That little frontage road piece on the side of I-10 went well, even with a bit of headwind. As I got in, Mike J was leaving and Mike G and Evan were there. We all cooled as best we could, bought a bag of ice and split it up and everyone had cool water and headed out.

Not sure why my wheels came off, but I just suddenly ran out of energy. Evan went ahead and I rested for a few minutes. Rode a few more miles and got to a gas line crossing where there was a pole and some boxes bolted to it. It made for a shady spot and I tried to get a gel down. And I threw up. Not good, out in the middle of nowhere, mostly empty stomach, hot.

Cooler than in the sun
I lay there for twenty minutes, might have drifted off. Got up and rode past Thorn Ranch and up the hill to make the left onto Separ Road.  Then I saw something on the side of the road and it was this black lab dog out there also. He was thirstier than me, had been lying in the only mud spot I had seen yet. He came up to me, I put some water in my hands and he drank that, and then took a big 16oz swig from one of my water bottles. I couldn't spare any more for him, and I left and he followed me for a quite a while. No phone reception out there, finally called the High Desert Humane Society folks and left them some information, hope they find this fellow.

Hope they found this guy

Wind was blowing at me and I camped, knowing I wasn't even close to making Silver.  Beautiful moon rise and breezy making the tent flop around. I got up and left at about 3 am, and struggled into Silver City at maybe 7 or so. Headed for the Adobe Springs Cafe and ordered some breakfast, but I could only eat a nibble at an egg and a tiny bit of some tortilla. Stomach still flopping around. If you can't eat you can't ride and I barely made it to a hotel.

Got a hotel room, cleaned up a bit. And then just started shivering and breathing hard. Really wanted to finish this year a couple of days better than last, and just didn't feel like hanging around in Silver City for a couple of days to feel better to head into the Gila, so I called Jeff from Hachita and got a ride home. On the way back, Jeff dropped off a bunch of water & food to two guys who were touring and who hadn't gotten to pavement yet .. they were pretty red.

Coach Jen had recommended I get a rehydration at a clinic, I probably should have done that, but yesterday I couldn't even think of riding the bike to wherever that would have been, I was just in too big of a hole ( physically and mentally ).  Lost 6 pounds some place.

Kinda the mother of all "splats". Feel like I let myself & Coach down, lots of great expectations going out the window, but there it is.

Wish everyone still riding to have a fun and awesome ride. The finish is really really worth it and quitting sucks.

Sunday, April 30, 2017


Always trying to figure out what the next thing will be. Do I want to do it ? Can I do it ? How long will it take ? The questions go on and on in your head.

So, I'd been thinking about this one, a new event called the America Trail Race that would start on June 1. It uses the Trans America Trail, a motorcycle trail, for the most part, from North Carolina to Oregon. The first one will be held this summer and it looks attractive ...

American Trail Race ( Trans Am Trail )

And then there's Tour Divide. Not sure, but I don't think anyone has done it 3 times Northbound .. little bit of cachet there perhaps. A course I know and won't even bother to take the maps if I do it again. Get back on the bike at Antelope Wells, head north and try to knock another couple of days off last year's time.

And then there's this thing ... Baja Divide. From Tecate to Cabo San Lucas on mountain bikes following the route Lael Wilcox laid out, and a big group followed last January.

Baja Divide

So my current plan is to get my 3'peat of Tour Divide done in June, spend a LOT of time trying to learn enough Spanish with my copy of Rosetta Stone until January and then hook up with whoever is going South around the first of the year.  Get to Cabo in whatever time it takes, not a race attempt but a hard touring pace I suppose.

Tour Divide

And then perhaps, next year, we'll see about that 5000 mile thing across the US on backroads.

Finished Whiskey 50 yesterday ... man, that was hard. I really need to up my game on technical rocky descents. Did well on forest road/fire road climbs, and thought I rode most of the single track well until I got to the techy sections, where I pretty much totally wigged out and walked way too much. I have to be better at that for Baja.

Fun, fun fun

Saturday, March 25, 2017

SC 400 - 2017

Wow, haven't touched the blog for a while, so let's get caught up.

Went up to Flagstaff for the Barn Burner, and I got bit again. Not quite sure what the hell happened but sometime after noon when I was starting on my 3rd lap, I just totally bonked out. Couldn't get recovered at all. Spent some time helping another fellow with a tire problem and felt a tiny bit better, but when I finished the 3rd lap it was getting late, I got some food in, but still felt like hell and I just sat down and quit. So that's the second no finish for BB.

El Tour de Tucson went well, I didn't push myself that hard and think I got in at about 7 hours. Had my first big cramp ever about 1/2 mile from the finish.  Coming up 22nd street just short of 6th Ave and my leg hurt like I've never felt before. I got over to the side and worked the muscle for a few minutes and got back on the bike and got it done.  That was an interesting lession, must've been just a little bit short of something. I think it was a 7 hour time, quite a bit slower than my fastest.

Then 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo came up and we managed to catch some serious rain. I did a lap at 8 pm I think and another at about 5 am or so as the sun came up. No big increases in speed, I seemed to not be able to get a lap done faster than about 1:35 during any of my practice laps or the race laps. Not sure whats going on, maybe just getting old.

So, I thought getting back to Southern California and doing SC 400 might be a "fun" thing to do and got myself signed up for it.  The race direction was different this year. In '15 when I did it, we left Idyllwild and went down Coyote Canyon, across the Anza Borrego, up the Lagunas and then into San Diego and back.  This year the route would be counter clockwise, with Coyote Canyon being one of the last things.

Ready to Go
We started at about 8 am on Friday morning, and I think I rode pretty good for the first part. I got partly up Thomas Mountain Road and noticed that my bike was handling funny and then looked down at a mostly flat front tire. I got off to the side, found the hole, added some sealant and let it fix the problem and pumped it up with my hand pump. Other than keeping my OCD worrying about now only having one sealant bottle left this went well. On the down hill side of Thomas Mountain before Anza, I managed to slide out on sand and landed chain side down. Bike didn't shift well after that, but most of the higher cogs were working ok, so pressed on.

Looking towards Lake Hemet

Thomas Mountain Road

I stopped at the Anza RV/Sunshine Market stop and hung with a few other riders for a while ( Shelly, Cedar, Brendan and Angel ). Got a sandwich and drank a little of a beer and then we all headed up Bailey Road and onto the California Riding & Hiking Trail. It's a long stretch through an area called the "Lost Valley" and somewhere around sundown we were getting to Warner Springs and making a supper stop at the newly opened golf resort.  The place was swamped with SC riders, a bunch of Canadians and our group, and I had a great patti melt sandwich, and got rehydrated with about 3 gallons of iced tea and Coke.  Our little group of 5 headed out together and we stopped on Mesa Grande road, at essentially the top of the climb and bivyed out in a cow pasture.

Above Warner Springs

Almost the end of the day

Shelly and Brendan .. Saturday Morning

Mesa Grande Store

Next morning we rode a bit, chilled at the Mesa Grande store (closed ), where Cedar made some coffee. I had a pecan pie tin that I tried to use as a coffee cup .... didn't know it had 5 holes in the bottom of it ... surprise, surprise ... as the coffee leaked out.
Residential Chaos

Was a good ride down Black Mountain road, and towards Ramona.  When we got to Pamo road we took an alternate route as some State Park people didn't want cyclists using a little wilderness traverse that we had used before .. up one of the steeper paved ascents I've done in a while and then down Hwy 78, along the San Dieguito bike path ( which is more of a trail than a bike path in a lot of places ) and we get to Escondido near I-15.  Gas station sandwiches and rehydration and then rolling along Lake Hodges.  Lake Hodges took a while, it was getting hot, Cedar and I got separated from the others .. at one place there was a giant washout with two logs crossing on it.  Trying to do a delicate balance of me on one log and my bike on the other and not falling into a 6 foot deep hole underneath me .. the stuff we do.

After that it seemed like it was mostly uphill, uphill through the residential switchbacks, part of a walking, riding path with excellent grade and railings, but a big gully in the middle, that pretty much kept me from riding any of it, I just got off and pushed. After that was a little snark through a residential area, and then a place where the road had been totally washed out and lots of mud and flowing water. It was pretty good to get to pavement and to start feeling the marine layer. About 5 pm, I found myself in Del Mar. Got a drink and then headed further south to Torrey Pines State Beach. Got off the bike, put the tires in the ocean and then back on the road again.

It was getting dark and I rode thru UCSD, along the freeway, stopped at In-Out Burger, rode by Mission Bay, made a couple of wrong turns and pressed on. At Ocean Beach, some folks had a big bonfire on the beach, was fun to see that. Got stuck in traffic in Ocean Beach and got to Hill Street. I was getting pretty beat, and walked most of it and at the top was rewarded with a nice view of the downtown San Diego skyline. Did a quick descent, and found a hotel at the bottom and declared victory for the day.
Wheels on the Beach

Ocean View

Sunday morning, I got up and rode along the San Diego airport, took pictures of an amphibious assault ship  ( berthed next to the cruise ship area for an open house ), saw the Midway, took a detour over by Seaport Village, and then along the San Diego port area. Saw lots of new cars with the shrink wrap still on them and then headed inland.
Morning in San Diego
USS Midway
Top of the Hill

In Bonita, I got breakfast at a Starbucks, and fretted about my bike as the cars were backing up awfully close to it ( I think I moved it at least twice while eating ), then headed onto the Sweetwater park area. Lots of good single track out there, I walked a bit of the downhill from the pagoda structure at the top of the mountain, and finally finished with that section as the others caught up with me. We rode together a bit, and I dropped back as we went up Sloan Canyon road.  It was really pretty, and I stopped and ate an orange that I scored from a road side fruit stand.  Finally we got to Alpine.
Sloan Canyon Road

Indian Creek Trail

Arroyo Tapioda

The Desert

At Alpine, I ate a bunch of White Castle burgers from the gas station as we watched the police process a stolen car in the gas station area.  Around 5 pm I was headed east toward Viegas Grade, a big long hill ( dirt ).  Not sure how long it took but a while, and then a fast downhill at the edge of darkness to get to Descanso.  I scored some great rolled tacos at Veronica's Kitchen there, resupplied at the grocery store and headed into the night.  It was getting cold out there, and the Merrigan Trail runs alongside a creek filled with noisy frogs and we climbed a bit, then got to Hwy 79 and had a couple of miles of uphill climbing, and a turn on to the Mesa Fire Road headed for the Laguna's.  I rode for quite a while, but in reality it was only a mile and a half or two at the most before I decided I was done for the day and bivied at the side of the road.

Up the next morning, ate a little, road some, walked some, repeat, got to the Indian Creek trail and I wasn't riding that well at all. I found myself walking a lot, it's all uphill with a lot of loose rock over a hard surface.  Think another gear might have helped me, I just didn't seem to have the horsepower to get over what should have been easy stuff. Later on the Noble Canyon trail I seemed to be riding better.  There was no water at the top of the Noble Canyon trail where it met Hwy 76.  So I started worrying about water.  I did a quick descent on 76, got to the single track across the meadow and then headed down Oriflamme Canyon. This thing almost killed me going up it two years ago and it's hard going down .... steep, loose, baby head rocks, sketchy.  Was glad to get off of it, but there was lots of sand at the bottom for that last 3/4 mile or so. Finally got to pavement and stopped at the Butterfield RV stop and it was closed for the day.  Found that the bathrooms were open and I scored some water at the sink and pressed on.

Got to Aqua Caliente State Park and the store had a closed sign, but in a minute or two, Mark, the owner appeared and said "Hi Mike".  He'd been tracking me. I watered up, got some sodas, some chips and decided it was time to hit the desert.

The desert crossing went very well. The rains had left the road pretty rideable, it was just a matter of doing thirty some miles with darkness falling and I got into the Fish Wash section before I stopped for the night around 10pm or so and camped.

I had big ideas the next morning that I would be able to make Idy on Tuesday and charged off, right into a big headwind, that kept me from getting to Borrego until about 10:30 or so. Feasted on huevos rancheros and a giant horchata at the restaurant, discovered the liquor store didn't have any bottled water, found the local grocery store, got water there and got back on course in time for the heat of the day and all of the folks out driving on the same sandy dirt road as me looking for flowers in the Anza Borrego.  The wind was really really strong.  I opened a soda after the second crossing while sitting on top of a hill and I thought the wind was going to blow my drink over.   I would ride on a high side of the road to stay out of the sandy bottom and the wind would blow me into the sandy bottom.

Before the Middle Willows I crossed paths with a Mohave rattlesnake. Scared me a bit, he was pretty unhappy I was on his turf.  Then got into the Willows and the path was pretty easy to follow.  When I got out of there, some parts of the route were right in the wash, but there was a hardened coating that was pretty easy to ride on, until that crust broke and you more or less "fell in". And as I got closer to the Upper Willows, the sky was getting darker, and that wind was blowing in a cold front and the mountains were being shrouded in mist and the sun was going down.

At Bailey's cabin, I thought about staying for the night, but the sun was still high enough and I rode well for a bit, and then hit sand that was probably a good 6 or 8 inches deep.  Totally unrideable and really really hard to push. I was pretty glad to get to the ascent out of the canyon as it was getting dark and rain started to fall. Near the top it was actually rideable, but it was raining enough that I really couldn't see where I was going and knew there was no way I could make Idy and started looking for a place to camp.  I saw a sorta grassy area on a hill above me, and put me and the bike up there for the night, and camped as a pretty heavy rain started to fall.

Woke up the next morning, pretty chilled and soggy with a pretty sunrise and was darn happy to get to signs of civilization.  During a lot of this climbing I could see other footprints of riders, so I know I wasn't the only person walking some of this stuff.

Back to the RV part, the Market was closed, but a jug of water was left out, so I got some and then headed for the last parts of the ride.  We took pavement for a little while, then a detour onto the California bike pushing trail running alongside Hwy 371.  Finally got to Paradise Valley Cafe and scored an excellent breakfast.  Met Dave C there, one of the guys doing to 500 mile version of this thing.
Borrego Springs sculptures

Unhappy Resident

Sunrise after a chilly night


Back up Hwy 74 towards Idy, with the wind in my face and I got finished around 2:45 pm ( all of about 3 hours faster than in '15 )  My feet were cold and wet and that shower felt wonderful. I ate and then saw two bikes in front of the Idy Inn where Kevin and Angie had finished their 500 mile ride and I met them for some beers at the Idy Brewery as sleet and rain fell.

Up the next morning for a drive back to Tucson and it was snowing !  Light snow, but snow nonetheless.

Happy to have done it. I always wish I could have done something faster, but this is a really hard ride, with about 390 miles and 28,000 feet of climbing on some pretty tricky surfaces.  If I ever do this again, it will be on a plus bike, something with tires really suited to the sand .. those miles north of Baileys cabin were pure torture !   Food intake worked pretty well, carried enough water although I was getting a little concerned at the bottom of Oriflamme.  Wasn't the last person to finish, I finished, and I was easily the oldest one out there. Call it a win.

Thanks again to Coach Jen at Desert Endurance for her help in getting workouts planned up for me and to my honey Susan for putting up with her old man disappearing on another Bilbo Baggins adventure !

Monday, October 17, 2016

Visiting the Northern Jaguar Reserve

Back in 2007, I think it was, I attended an awesome presentation at the Tucson Chinese Cultural Center, about a local organization called the Northern Jaguar Project. They were talking about buying up a bunch of property in northern Mexico and setting it aside as habitat for jaguars and many other animals. I still remember the photos that they showed, of 4WD vehicles getting stuck in muddy arroyos, of beautiful wild expanses and of an ambitious plan for a small organization to go out and make a big difference in conservation of wild lands.

So after attending some NJP presentations at REI, I got an invite from Turtle, the presenter and NJP coordinator, to go visit the Reserve for a week and I jumped at the chance. I packed up my camping stuff, charged the battery in the camera and showed up at Diana's house at the base of A mountain on Sunday morning to meet Jeff, Geoff, Priscilla, Linda, McNair and Randy and Turtle, and we set off for Sonora.  We were accompanied by Avery, Farmer and Cholo, our 4 legged guides.

Turtle and Avery, lunch stop Agua Prieta

The Reserve is located about 120 miles south of Douglas, AZ, bordering the Rio Aros on it's northeastern side and containing about 55,000 acres of land ( about 85 square miles ).  We would drive to Douglas, AZ and then cross into Agua Prieta, Sonora. A short stop in AP to get our travel visa for Sahuaripa, and a quick lunch of yummy sandwiches, and then we were southbound.

We drove and drove, down Highway 17, through little places like Esqueda and Turiacachi, passing through Moctezuma where we picked up Highway 117 to Sahuaripa. We climbed into the mountains and the road got narrower, partly due to rockfall that hadn't been cleaned up yet and overgrowth of the Sonoran thorn scrub vegetation on the roadsides. A few miles north of Sahuaripa, we stopped on a bridge that crossed the confluence of the Sahuaripa and Yaqui rivers, and saw an eagle in a tree on a distant hillside and black hawks on rocks down in the river. ( wished I would have brought my longer lens )
Yaqui and Sahuaripa Rivers
Yaqui River

We arrived in Sahuaripa about 3 pm or so, making for a 7 hour trip from Tucson. We got ourselves checked into the hotel Alameda which was pretty nice ( and inexpensive, spending 600 pesos for a room shared by two, about $30 US. )  Out that evening for dinner, we found that some of the small restaurants had closed early ( it was Sunday evening after all ) and so we stopped at a little taco stand and I had some great carne asada tacos and a Dos Equis.
Sahuaripa house
Sahuaripa wall

Diego's courtyard where we had breakfast

Sahuaripa River with vultures
The next morning ( Monday ) we loaded the trucks up and went to meet Diego, who is one of the local ranchers that NJP has been working with. He treated us to a great breakfast at his home. I tried to listen to the conversation, being just about the only person there who spoke almost no Spanish. We looked at his courtyard, filled with trees and water fountains, birds  and small statues. His home was on a narrow street with a narrow sidewalk and had some cool jaguar footprints in the steps. The homes have very few outside windows to the street, instead opening to inside courtyards for the most part. After breakfast we stopped at the town square to meet Carlos, the city planner. One of the things that NJP is trying hard to do is to work with the local people, so that the Reserve is not some gringo only operation but has a lot of local buy in. I sorta stood around like an idiot, trying again to figure out what was going on ( one rancher coming up and asking about how they were going to get paid for cows that had been killed -- apparently there is a Mexican government program to do exactly that, but no one seemed to know how to file the paperwork ), and then I decided I could best help by taking Avery out for a walk and a pee.  Then we loaded up and headed for Babaco.
Yaqui River in the distance

On the way out of town we stopped for a bit and photographed a group of vultures on the small river outside of Sahuaripa, then headed into the mountains. The road is like some southern AZ roads, dusty with cattle guards, climbing into the foothills. We stopped a lot, for leg stretching and so that McNair, our resident photographer, could get shots for the magazine article that he was sent to shoot for. A lunch stop at a pretty little stream later in the afternoon and we loved the butterflies, wasps, a little turtle, small frog and various birds. More climbing afterwards, driving  on some sections that had been covered in concrete, past kapok trees, elephant trees, and other things you don't see in southern AZ. Saw lots of road runners, and lots of rabbits, and then we were at Babaco.
Concrete on a hilly section
The road goes on and up

Lunch stop, a small pool with a turtle in it, butterflies, just pretty

Randy getting supper ready at Babaco
Carmina and Priscilla at Babaco
Babaco had a ranch house with running water and an outdoor covered patio to setup the kitchen. We met Miguel and Carmina the NJP biologists and Laqui, the field assistant and vaquero. These folks do the day to day monitoring of wildlife cameras and are responsible for the science on the Reserve. Carmina is getting her PhD this year based on the research she has done on the Reserve and the neighboring ranches.

Linda and Turtle watching the sunset
We ate another great vegan meal, and I wished I had made better notes at the time. I was a little dubious about eating vegan for a week, but you know, it was pretty darn good. We took a walk up a hillside and sat as the sun went down. It was pretty cool knowing you were the only people for 15 miles or so in any direction and just to sit and wait for the cool of the night to come. Drank a couple of beers and then off to bed, awakened in the middle of the night by a coyote chorus right outside the fence near the ranch house.

On Tuesday morning we got up, breakfasted and then Randy and Turtle packed camp while the rest of us headed out with Carmina, Miguel and Laqui to check out some cameras. Priscilla found some badger tracks as we got out of the vehicles, and then we headed up a small canyon to a camera, where Carmina found a jaguar picture from July ( I think ), along with a mountain lion and javelinas. I followed Laqui up the slope, taking a few pictures and watching his machete technique as he cleared the trail for the rest of us. There was still a little bit of water in the canyon. We went and looked at two other cameras, think there was a fox on one.  Back to Babaco, packed up the rest of the stuff and we were off driving to Babisal.
Jaguar habitat
Linda making her way through the thorn scrub

Beautiful view
Jaguar habitat !

Another drive, up 4WD roads with a stop at La Ventana, the entrance to the Reserve. There we met Laco and Lupe his wife. They were very hospitable to us, living in a small house with a few solar panels to provide a little power to some car batteries. Lupe cooks outside on a wood fire that is kept burning all day. Her outdoor kitchen has a dirt floor and everything looked spotless and well organized. She gave Jeff some of her homemade white cheese. After leaving La Ventana, we had a two hour drive to finish getting to Babisal. More climbing, more beautiful views of wild spaces with no one and no hint of man other than the dirt road we were driving on.
Miguel and Laqui
Lupe in her kitchen

Laco and Laqui at La Ventana
Climbing out of La Ventana

Turtle and Avery on the way to Babisal

Babisal was pretty amazing. Randy and Turtle and NJP had built a center with a couple of bunkhouses, a shower, a kitchen area with a storeroom that had a running 12 volt solar powered refrigerator, and an outhouse, and running water. We were set, and the camping was going to be a whole lot less primitive than I had thought !  Randy and Turtle fixed up another great vegan meal for us, and then several of us went for a walk up a little arroyo, enjoying the coolness as night fell.

Old corrals up arroyo from Babisal
Rockfall near the pool

Linda, Geoff, Turtle and McNair at the pool

Wednesday morning we were up and going, to take a trip to see the banana tree and the waterfall near Alejandro's house. He was one of the ranchers that the property had been bought from. I rode in the back of the truck with Farmer, Avery and Cholo. We then walked though a grove of sycamores, with lots of leaves on the ground crunching underfoot.  Across some scree and more woods and then we were at a beautiful pool of water with a bit rockfall behind it. It was time to take off the shoes and wade across, so I did, got to the other side and was joined by Priscilla, then Randy and McNeil. We climbed over the rockfall, and got to the waterfall. I could see the banana tree and didn't feel that sure footed about climbing on wet slippery rocks, so stayed and just checked it all out while the other three went ahead. Kinda wished I had gone up to the tree, but I could see it. The rest of the folks stayed behind with Turtle. As I was coming back, I waded and Turtle then told me there were leaches in the water and I could see them crawling around. They didn't bother me. Avery, Turtle's dog, had a great time swimming in the water of the pool, she was one happy pup !

We got back to camp and basically took a siesta for the afternoon. Turtle had brought a camera from the trail that was giving a memory full error and wasn't recording and she and McNair cleared the chip on his computer and downloaded some pictures. To see if it was working, she went with a group of us to temporarily place it and four of us took the hike, placed the camera, and then hung out on a piece of rock looking at the near full moon in the night chill.
Priscilla at the arroyo at Babisal

Tracks !
A Deer
Thursday's trip was to the Rio Aros. We loaded up again, and set out after breakfast in a mostly north direction. Driving through an arroyo with palm trees, animal tracks,  and high grasses in the middle of the road. We stopped a few times and looked at tracks, then climbed more and more and more and then descended to an overlook where you could see the river in the distance. We would park the cars and walk the last mile or so. There were rocks in the river and a fairly quick current, making for some nice little rapids on the other side. The water felt cool and we hung out on a little beach for several hours, swimming, eating some lunch and taking a couple of short side hikes. I tried to climb up a thorn infested and very rocky slope with McNair but gave it up about 1/3 of the way up and went back to get in the water and cool off. As the sun went down and we began to leave, Turtle and I spied an indigo snake swimming in the river, crossing to the other side. It was the largest snake I have ever seen outside of a zoo, perhaps 8 or 9 feet long, fat and shiny black, as it crawled out on the far side of the river and lay on the rocks there. The Rio Aros is the last river without a dam or other water diversion project in Mexico and it was stunningly wild and beautiful. I think we all felt a little sad to leave it, such a special place.  The trip back was slower, with darkness falling and Turtle driving the car through a sea of grass that came up to windshield height and reflected the headlights back. Very tricky to figure out where the road was and that made for slow going. Finally we got back to Babisal and the others had a campfire going, so the last night was spent sitting near the fire and enjoying the company and a shot or two of whiskey.
Geoff above Rio Aros
Rio Aros overview point

Turtle & Randy - best guides ever !

Tracks all around on the banks of the Rio Aros

Looking down on the river from the thorn scrub
Rio Aros swimming beach

Lava rocks near the river

Friday morning, our last day, we got up and headed for an early hike before breakfast. We went back towards the waterfall, climbing along the rocks on the arroyo where McNair had seen coati's a couple of nights before. Water still flowed in a small creek over the lava and the going was pretty easy until one section. The dogs went up the hill and I followed them, they seemed to know exactly where to go and I found myself ahead of everyone else. Geoff and Turtle and I took the camera with the cleared memory card back to it's proper location and we turned around and headed back to camp. I walked ahead of the group for a while and then sat on some of the lava and tried to take it all it. It's a little hard to describe, but this is a truly magical place, just sitting there, enjoying the quiet, listening to the water flow, the dogs coming up and sitting with me for a while and watching the shadows change as the sun continued to rise. We got back to camp and had a great brunch of pancakes and then began to pack and were rolling back towards La Ventana at about 1 pm.
Hard to navigate sometimes !

Turtle, Avery and Farmer installing the camera

It turned out that Carmina and Miguel had trouble with the other truck they were driving and it was broken down back at La Ventana, so when we got there, we had coffee made by Lupe and the guys figured out their action plan. Camina ended up driving our vehicle and Miguel the other, and with 5 in each car we drove back to Sahuaripa. We stopped at the house of one of the other ranchers for a bit, talked with some Mexican forestry guys who had a broken down truck in the mountains and got back to Sahuaripa around 7:30 or so, about 6 hours of driving from Babisal. Stayed at the same hotel and ate supper there, bid farewell to Miguel and Carmina and off to bed.
Priscilla looking back

I woke up the next morning and walked through Sahuaripa a bit. I really liked this little town. Wished I spoke the language, loved the architecture and everyone seemed pretty friendly to an obviously out of place gringo. The drive back to the US went pretty quickly, I drove some and we had no problems with the border crossing, the CBP guy looking at Avery and commenting on her being a sweet dog. That evening after getting back to Tucson, we all met at La Cocina and had a good dinner and then said goodbye and with that, the week was over. 

I really enjoyed meeting and being with everyone on the trip, such a nice friendly, witty group of people, who all believe in nature and protecting it and loving it. And you couldn't ask for better hosts than Turtle and Randy, who saw to our every need to make us comfortable, and explain everything about the Reserve and the Project, and who have put in amazingly long hours of hard work getting the Reserve to the place it is today. Ready to go back someday.

Babisal Jaguar