|Whiskey Charlebois Loop, AZ|| || |
|Hiking||17.30 Miles|| || |
|2,522 ft AEG|| || || |
This was a pretty good loop but kind of an annoying day. I did Dutchman to Whiskey to Red Tanks to Dutchman to Terrapin to Bluff Springs.
All the scenery was great. It was my first time on Whiskey and Red Tanks so that was all fun. I ran into Dave1 at the TH.
First annoying thing: On Red Tanks, I noticed someone coming towards me about 30 yards away then disappear. All of the sudden I hear barking and realize that I'm getting charged by not one or two-- but three snarling dogs. Crap! They're not keeping much distance either. The closest one comes within a couple feet. Dogs don't usually bother me and I'm usually good at chilling them out quick. These ones have no intention of relaxing and where the hell is their owner at-- they weren't far just a second ago and can obviously hear the commotion. They were pushing me back for what seemed like way too long and just as I began contemplating what the outcome of kicking one in the face would be, three backpackers finally show up. They were friendly enough but didn't seem to realize any problem with their dogs even as they continued to growl at me in front of them. I thought about some choice words and then decided to play nice since I was out in the middle of nowhere.
Second annoying thing: I took a major tumble when I was messing around at LaBarge Spring. I felt my ankle roll and as I tried to save myself, I tripped on something underneath all the fallen leaves and slammed my knee on a rock. So I did what I always do-- got up quick and started moving so I wouldn't start swelling. Assuming the pain would go away, I decided to continue on my loop. It never went away and I had a lot of miles to complete on a weak ankle and really sore knee-- not fun at all.
Beautiful hike, though, and the pool at Charlebois looked to be atleast four times bigger than it was a couple weeks ago when I was out there.
|"Backpacking has as much to do with what I carry inside as with what goes into the pack. It connects me with woundedness as well as with wonder."|
--Belden C. Lane