Now we head down the mountain. It’s a relatively easy walk.
The views aren’t as spectacular as yesterday, but they are nice for a lower elevation.
Wild CAT

I run into a wild cat performing his daily maintenance. This is the first feline I’ve seen on the trail.

I’ve been out of water for a while, so I jog towards the upcoming river. It’s charming, albeit not quite clear.

A Jeep pulls up across the river, sits for a while, and eventually begins to cross. I wonder if they’re going to go where I’m filtering, but it turns out they’re very respectful. An older man is sightseeing the area, and is interested in my trail experience. He’s anxious to look me up on Facebook, and drives off.

I assume the rest of the day is going to be relatively easy; it’s not entirely difficult, but the rolling hills are quite tedious.

Very tedious.

Ok, this is definitely the least enjoyable part of the trail, and it’s going on forever.
Predictable, straight, flat and seemingly unused train tracks

I look across the landscape, and there are train tracks running along the Gila River.

Straight, easy train tracks.

I’m going up and down hills that don’t end.

I want to go across the tracks.

I would rather be walking the tracks looking at these hills than the other way around.

There doesn’t seem to be any clear way to cut across. It’s too far to make an assumption that it would be ok to cut across. Plus I don’t know where I’m going to end up.

It’s getting dark.

There are some places to camp, but I want to push past this part of the trail. There will hopefully be some spots to camp ahead.

I make the decision.

The decision we all know is probably a bad idea.

I’m going to finish this section tonight.

I’m going to get to the next town, or within range.

It’s time.

For another night hike.