After tackling 490 miles on the Colorado Trail this past summer, it’s been an awfully sedentary fall for the two of us, and we’ve been itching to hit the trail again and taste the freedom of the outdoors. With a week off over Thanksgiving, we were looking for a backpacking destination in the US that would offer a challenging multi-day experience and still be warm enough for camping in late November. Our first choice was the Grand Canyon Rim to Rim Trail, a classic hike that’s still on our bucket list, but, unfortunately, we were too late this year to secure a permit. Where else would work? We recalled that a couple of trail angels we met last summer were from New Mexico, and they told us about the excellent backpacking they often did in the Gila Wilderness. We had never heard of it, but a little googling suggested several options for loop hikes of varying distances leaving from the Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument.
Located just a few hours north of the Mexican border, the Gila National Forest offered temperatures about as warm as we could hope for in late fall. An affordable flight to Albuquerque, a cheap rental car, and the freedom to hike permit-free added to the appeal. As a bonus, the world-famous Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge lies between Albuquerque and the Gila Wilderness. This spectacular birding destination is known for its enormous populations of wintering sandhill cranes and snow geese, and the opportunity to photograph here after our hike was all these two bird nerds needed to start packing our bags.
We arrive in Albuquerque late on a Friday night and make our way to a nearby motel to stay the night. We’re up early the next morning and make a quick pit stop at a nearby Walmart to pick up stove fuel and a few last-minute food items. We hit the highway for the five-hour drive south to the Gila Wilderness. Some of the journey is on interstate highway, but once we turn off I-25, we find ourselves on windy narrow roads that twist their way through canyons, gradually gaining elevation in the high desert country of southwestern New Mexico.
We pull into the Gila Cliff Dwellings Visitor Center well past lunchtime to inquire about current trail conditions. The friendly ranger tells us that the trail is in decent shape and wishes us luck on our adventure. It seems strange not to register our car or leave notification of how many days we intend to be out.
Our intention is to hike the Big Bear-Meadows Loop in a counter-clockwise direction. The plan is to begin at the Middle Fork trailhead just beyond the visitors center, and, from there, we’ll hike up the Middle Fork of the Gila River. We have three nights and four days in all, so we’ll let our pace and the trail conditions determine how far we can go. There are several different points along the way where we can leave the river to hike up and over the mesa separating the Middle Fork from the West Fork of the Gila River. From there, we’ll head back down the West Fork to get back to where we started.
The main challenge of this route is that the hike involves numerous river crossings. The upside is that November is a good time to hike here because of manageable water levels and a reduced chance of rain or flash flooding. The downside is that the days are short, the nights are cold, and the water temperature is quite brisk.
We are also aware that it’s hunting season in these parts and that elk are often seen grazing in the area we will be hiking in. As a precaution we wear bright orange stocking caps and hang orange vests on our backpacks to help prevent being mistaken for animals. Two vegetarians hiking in the woods don’t take anything for granted.
Into the Gila Wild
So with reassurance that we have a good weather window for our trip, we park our car, grab our packs, and set off on our journey in the late-afternoon golden light into the Land of Enchantment. We are both super excited to be back on the trail. There’s just something magical about leaving the world behind and traveling via foot power with all you need on your back. It feels familiar and even essential to who we are and how we see the world and our place in it. In short, it’s good to be back.
We decide that we will hike in our socks and shoes until we hit our first water crossing. Not two minutes down the trail, we begin to hear the gurgling sounds of the Middle Fork for the first time. We drop everything, roll up our pants legs, and change into our new neoprene socks that we bought specifically for this trip. The sun is out, and we are in high spirits, so the cool water does not bother us. We think: we’ve got this, no problem!
Within a few minutes, we pass two day hikers on their way back to the trailhead who give us a double take upon spotting our backpacks. They barely manage to hide their sarcasm as they say, “Have fun.. er… camping.”
Another half-mile down the trail, we arrive at Lightfeather Hot Springs, where we find a couple with a young daughter soaking in the shallow, warm rock pools at the edge of the river. It would be fun to join them for a bit, but our late start isn’t leaving us with any time for extras. We need to make some miles before the sun goes down, so we settle for a quick step in the hot pools to warm up our toes before pressing on.
Water, Water Everywhere
A dozen river crossings later, the hot springs are a distant memory as we make our way deeper and deeper into the shaded canyon of the Middle Fork. As the sun goes down, the temperature is dropping noticeably, and we begin having second thoughts about all this time in the water. The cold feels even more intense on our legs and feet where we are wet.
Luckily, none of the crossings are deeper than mid-calf, but the river is quite rocky on the bottom and quite slippery in places. Our poles come in handy and help to keep us upright. When we are on land, we focus our attention on how the late-afternoon light plays on the canyon walls to keep our minds off our freezing feet.
Our trail time is severely limited by the short days of late November. We are glad we asked about sunset, which occurs just before 5 p.m. down here. Even so, the low angle of the sun and the increasingly steep canyon walls encourage us to find camp by 4:45 at the latest. At a widening in the canyon we find a flat area with lots of trees and sufficient flat areas to pitch a tent.
As soon as we arrive, we scramble to get out of our wet shoes as the temperature plummets. We hustle to complete basic chores: trade sweaty clothes for warm layers, filter water, set up the tent, and gather firewood. We are not usually keen on building fires, choosing instead to focus on photography and writing, but we figure it’s only 5 pm, and we’ve got to find a way to stay warm and out of our tent for a few hours before heading to bed.
Fortunately, there is plenty of dry firewood in close proximity and collecting it builds some body heat. After dinner we get the fire going easily, and, boy, are we glad. We are able to warm our hands over the glowing embers and even dry out our wet neoprene socks and shoes a bit as we muse about travel plans.
Even so, all the fresh air has us worn out, and we are ready for bed. We hang our bear bags away from camp, climb into the cozy confines of our tiny tent, and bid each other good night before cocooning deep in our sleeping bags. Our new luxury item for this trip is a pair of ultralight goose down socks by Zpacks, which are basically sleeping bag booties for our feet, and they are nothing short of heaven!
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