Our Easter hike was a six-miler along Bear Sign Trail. Fortunately, we saw no signs of bears!
In order to get to the trailhead, we had to bounce along a rocky, rutted road for half an hour in Dave's "Beast," his FJ Cruiser. My hands were soaked with sweat after that white-knuckle drive.
But it was worth it because it put us far out of reach of the hiking crowds. In four hours we only saw one other person.
The trail follows a mostly dry creek bed through a canyon to the base of the Mogollon Rim. We didn't go quite to the end, but almost.
It was a beautiful, intimate trail. Although it didn't have the panoramic vistas of some of our other hikes, it had magical spots like this grove of trees below:
It smelled piney and fresh and the sky was blue. Birds called and lizards scooted across logs. Memories to carry back to the Northwest in a few days.
Have a colorful day