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The AZT ends in the north much like it began in the south - in the middle of nowhere. This is entirely appropriate of course, because getting to the middle of nowhere is what hiking the AZT is all about. - AZT Guidebook The morning flew by super fast though not as fast as I went through my remaining water. Sadly I never saw the wildlife tank that I was going to draw a couple more liters from for the road. Bummer. I possibly saw a coyote spine and pelvis while searching around however. Hoping for the best I carried on the last little bit of trail. The views of the Coyote Valley and Vermilion Cliffs were certainly impressive. As I descended the switchbacks the views only got better. Too bad I wasn't able to take better photos. I met two fit retirees mountain biking up the hill and spoke with them a bit. They congratulated me and told me to take water from their camper's tap. Score! The actual end of the trail is anticlimactic. I walked down a short gravel path to the State Line Campground expecting to see one of the big metal AZT signs. Nope. I was standing at the edge of a gravel parking lot and there was nothing there except a AZT passage sign. I hung my pack and poles on it and took one of my last pictures. The place was deserted and I began to question my hitchiking possibilities. At least I had water and a covered picnic table to relax and change into some clean clothes before starting the adventure back home. Another trail completed! It's a good feeling. Hitching back to Flagstaff? Well that's a story for another day... |
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