The Arizona Trail

I don’t know what drew me to the Arizona Trail. Perhaps it was the fact that it is one of the few trails in the United States that you can start in February. I had met a few people on the PCT who had hiked the trail, but I went in with very little knowledge of what to expect. I began the trail with my friends Zach (Fievel) and Henri (Cous Cous), both of whom I met on the Pacific Crest Trail.

I am glad I went to Arizona. I got to hike a beautiful and well maintained trail. I enjoy off trail travel, but there is also something pretty relaxing about hiking along a well-maintained trail.

We started on February 26th, which is a little earlier then is typical. In order to avoid the high emissions of an airplane flight, I took the flixbus from Oakland to Tuscon, via Los Angeles. The 22 hour bus ride suprisingly only cost me $35.

I woke up early and walked from my van in Berkeley down to the BART station, and took the train over to the bus stop in Oakland. There is nothing like the feeling of setting out on a large journey. Soon I was being whisked through the central valley, down interstate 5 at 70mph. That I evening I was in Los Angeles. I enjoyed the two hour layover in Union Station, I spent the time exploring the various train platforms. Then the bus arrived to take me across the desert to Tuscon that night. Fragmented memories of waking up and seeing infinite desert on both sides only to be interrupted by a few minutes of sleep.

I felt fully alive upon arriving in Tuscon. Exhausted, and in a city I had never been to, but excited to begin a journey. I navigated the suburban, auto centric maze that is Tuscon and eventually got to the airport. I asked a local shopkeeper downtown about how to take the bus to the airport, but he reccomended I took an Uber instead. An hour later, my bus arrived at the Airport, and I found Cous Cous. Soon after Zach stumbled off the plane from Texas.

The three of us were anxious to begin the trail, so we each paid $60 dollars for a shuttle to the terminus. A steep price to pay for our impatience.

As we walked north from Arizona, many things began to change. About a week in Zach got a new job and had to leave. The desert in Arizona was more diverse then any of us expected, around every turn lay a new ecosystem.

The weather changed drastically too, 100 degree heat one day, and rain and snow the next. Cous Cous and I felt strong though, and we were comfortably doing 30 miles a day.

But then covid came in, our hike ended suddenly, after coming into town and reading about all of the deaths and lockdowns. It truly felt like the world was ending.