I really thought the most important thing about hiking was having enough water. Not so. Having a map and knowing where the trailhead starts is top priority before starting a hike. I had a map, but unfortunately the trail head was not well marked. I had a good idea that trail started from North of the parking lot, but couldn't find it along the road. I parked and started hiking north alongside the stream. I felt sure I was to cross the trail within a few hundred yards. I hiked up and down ravines and across logs and rocky outcrops in the woods. I crossed over and through the "hollers", but saw nothing resembled a trail. I was getting tired. I hiked directly south downhill back toward the stream. I heard the rush of the cars on the road as I got closer. I hiked about a mile back along the road to my car and gave up on that hike. I drove a small distance to a well-marked trailhead and I did find a nice hike to the North. The hike started at Emory Pass and I hiked South. The trail was long and fairly level. There was no elevation gain to speak of. No great views, but there was deep, dense woodlands. The forest was very soft and sweet smelling. Each step cushioned with pine needles. It was a radical departure from the lowland desert near the city. Silver City was always available for when I needed a dose of civilization, or to replenish supplies. But I was becoming quite at home in the mountains. Above is a picture of my camp area. Ellie Mae, the old Beemer and the H3. We were all very comfortable together.
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