No so obvious, what to pack or what time we would be leaving on Friday. As it turns out, we got a later start than anticipated.
We bombed down to Area 52, thinking we would stay the night there.
Gila Canyons in the background
Now, if we can just convince Max to go back to his all-mountain, riding days
We played around a little bit and enjoyed some of the views. Both of us were ready for some more pedaling, so we headed out down to the Gila River to see about crossing. The gauge was reading high before we had left, so it seemed unlikely of us crossing. It was too high, plan B was to ride dirt roads to the bridge on the canal.
We kept riding until the very beginning of Box Canyon proper, setting up camp for the night.