We had a really productive Saturday this past weekend. We cut and attached more trim, leaving just the piano wall and a few small pieces in the bathroom. We also cleaned house, took care of the trees, applied more coffee grounds at their bases and de-limed the brewing equipment at the coffee drive-through (we can’t call it a shack anymore because now it is painted and beautiful). To finish off the evening, we made an incredible endive recipe – Braised Belgian Endive.
New coffee stand color!
Trim completed in the bedroom nook.
Thanks to Trooper keeping me awake all evening with his perceived desperate bathroom needs, we woke a little later on Sunday than we had intended. With so many tasks handled on Saturday, we were excited to spend our entire day off doing something adventurous and exciting. And so we did…
Sydney self-loaded well before we actually left. You probably can’t see her but she is in the crate. Trooper stationed himself nearby so he could watch our activities inside while also keeping tabs on the car.
It took us ~2 hours to drive from our house to the outskirts of Reserve.
We saw rocky mountains to the east. We suspect this was the Mogollon Range, located within the Gila National Forest.
We saw soft looking, grassy hills to the west of the highway.
There were LOTS of yellow wildflowers. (Look at the base of the hills in the background.)
Some stretches were relatively straight and fast (60-65 mph) and other areas were windy and caution-filled (30-40 mph).
After lunch at the Adobe Cafe & Bakery, we headed to FDR 41, following directions from the Forest Service website to Frisco Box Trail.
Frisco Box Trail Info
Neat rock channel between hwy 180 and Reserve proper.
This is where FDR 41 ended for the Fit. We parked just off to the right and started across on foot.
This was our journey on foot. We assessed the depth of the first crossing using Sydney as our guide and determined it would be unwise to attempt it with the Fit. We parked (at the bottom of the blue line) and headed north. Our belief at this point was that we would quickly encounter the trailhead and embark on an exciting journey into Frisco Box. It didn’t exactly work out that way…
And now, pictures of the walk-about:
This was the first stream crossing and required placing a branch to the island and then moving it to cross the rest of the way. [This photo is actually of the return leg.]
This was a beautiful shady area near the beginning of the trail. Nice leaves on the ground and great big trees.
This was a homestead we passed – note the unique doorbell at the gate. It appears to be a welding gas cylinder with a wire to a rebar-suspended steel knocker. Translated name of property/ranch – ‘The Middle of Nowhere.’
One of the bigger crossings.
Raccoon(?) prints near the edge of one of the streams.
Did we mention that we brought Fred with us? Because we haven’t worked on the backpack transport system in awhile, we brought him in his travel cage. As a way to share the weight burden, we attached an extendo-leash to either side and carried him between us.
Grove of aspen? Cottonwood? What are these?
Lots of neat rock formations
We turned around after 6 creek crossings and no sign of the trailhead. Right before heading back, we spotted this little guy. Very cool – Brian had never before seen one in person.
What a docile and friendly horny toad.
In one last attempt to find the trailhead, Brian sprinted ahead by himself to see if it was ‘just around the corner’. After three more corners, he hadn’t found it. After getting home, we used google maps and discovered it was another 1.5 miles away from that 6th creek.
At each crossing, Brian went first with Fred. I followed after, usually with the ‘help’ of multiple dogs around my legs.
Here, Sydney having a blast while I stride purposefully along.
We stopped for food at the Adobe Cafe and Bakery on the way into and out of Reserve. Way in: Me – Adobe Burger with cow & Brian – Adobe Burger with venison. Way out: Me – Reuben & Brian – Dirty Burger with elk. We also enjoyed a cinnamon roll, the house soups, coleslaw and a hot chocolate.
We saw this sign a few times. Not sure what it means…..Maybe no cocktails? Or no cocktails while operating as a locksmith? Or don’t blend metal keys into martinis? Hard to say…