scoob - Sep 2, 2011 2:02 pm Date Climbed: Mar 12, 1995
desert canyon
years ago/hiked in solo for a few nights/met cool hippies and camped with them/bongos in the caves/hot springs/chilly nights...
JustDSM - Aug 30, 2011 4:39 pm Date Climbed: Jul 12, 2011
One of my favorite places to be
My sister, my German Shepherd, and I did a weekend trip out to the surrounding areas of Hells Hole. Had a great time! Lots of rain, and of course the 50 river crossings!
westtex - Feb 25, 2011 1:59 pm Date Climbed: Sep 8, 2010
Hot Springin'
Beautiful, the dogs loved it and the hot spring soaks were very nice.
banjobonch - Apr 23, 2010 10:09 am Date Climbed: Apr 21, 2010
I spent a few nights in the canyon and it was fantastic. I saw not a soul until one evening I was gathering wood for a fire and out of nowhere an old Indian rode up to me. He had long hair, wore a vest and a hat and had a mule loaded down with supplies on it. He said he was tracking me and I asked him where he was headed. In was all he said. I asked him his name and he said Eddie. I think he was squatting in the wilderness. Who know who long he had lived out there. The Gila is certainly vast enough that someone can go unnoticed indefinately.
scoob - Sep 2, 2011 2:02 pm Date Climbed: Mar 12, 1995
desert canyonyears ago/hiked in solo for a few nights/met cool hippies and camped with them/bongos in the caves/hot springs/chilly nights...
JustDSM - Aug 30, 2011 4:39 pm Date Climbed: Jul 12, 2011
One of my favorite places to beMy sister, my German Shepherd, and I did a weekend trip out to the surrounding areas of Hells Hole. Had a great time! Lots of rain, and of course the 50 river crossings!
westtex - Feb 25, 2011 1:59 pm Date Climbed: Sep 8, 2010
Hot Springin'Beautiful, the dogs loved it and the hot spring soaks were very nice.
banjobonch - Apr 23, 2010 10:09 am Date Climbed: Apr 21, 2010
Gila CanyonVery beautiful area
Bubba Suess - Mar 9, 2007 10:30 pm
Geronimo lives...I spent a few nights in the canyon and it was fantastic. I saw not a soul until one evening I was gathering wood for a fire and out of nowhere an old Indian rode up to me. He had long hair, wore a vest and a hat and had a mule loaded down with supplies on it. He said he was tracking me and I asked him where he was headed. In was all he said. I asked him his name and he said Eddie. I think he was squatting in the wilderness. Who know who long he had lived out there. The Gila is certainly vast enough that someone can go unnoticed indefinately.