An interesting observation from our arrival in BLM land last night: as we parked, poured a glass of wine and began to walk around the area to watch the sunset, we saw that everyone else had their hoods open. Now, you can't tell me that a dozen other camping rigs in a camping area are ALL having engine trouble AT THE SAME TIME. So I got to researching.
Turns out, pack rats are a problem around here - they like to huddle in the warmth of engines after dark, when the temperatures drop, building nests, and possibly chewing on wires because they are so tasty. Open the hood cools the engine, and makes it less inviting for the rodents to want to crawl up inside. Needless to say, we followed suit. This morning, as we prepared to leave, Mario checked, and no pack rats. Go us! Off we drove to our next hike!
We drive the Ajo loop trail in Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument to the trailhead for the Bull Pasture trail. We have mixed berry oatmeal and cold brew coffee, prep our bags and tie our boots, and by the time we leave on our hike, not a single car has passed, except one ranger. Maybe it's the holiday, this being the last day of 2024, but it's incredibly quiet in the park. On to another epic hike!

We follow the Bull Pasture trail up the sides of a canyon, amongst the cactus. This area has more moisture hidden in its depths, so we take notice that the vegetation is definitely more GREEN here. In fact, we spot some hollows in the rocks of the canyon where here is clearly water drooling down the walls. We also see the Organ Pipe Cactuses up close for the first time. Rather than one majestic, massive stalk, these cactuses look more like an octopus, reaching up from the sandy depth of the desert with its many, many arms. The fact that they reach straight up into the air is what makes them more ressemble organ pipes than a creature from the deep.

At a significant intersection in the trail, we make the decision to continue on, climbing even higher up the canyon walls. The hike is going well, most of the trails are still shielded from the sun by the towering mountains, and Mario has extra incentive to hike even further this morning: while researching the trails last night, he discover that this park is one of only 4 that host a "Hike for Health" program. If you successfully hike 5 miles(8km), and PROVE you did so, you are awarded a pin for your efforts! Even on a bad day, there's no distracting Mario from a hike, so you can imagine how the idea of this PIN lights a fire under him to get hiking! I, on the other hand, am a little more indifferent to the cause at 7:30 in the morning.

So we hike on, the trail becoming a little more steep, winding its way through switchbacks to the top of the canyon walls. We emerge on the top, breathtaking views surrounding us on all sides. This is Bull Pasture, but I feel seriously sorry for any bulls that had to endure that climb just to get to THIS small pasture. I am *hoping* the name is just that, and no ACTUAL bulls even had to spend time up here! Impressively, we can see all the way to Mexico from our perch, as well as the thick black line of a wall that delineates where the two countries butt into each other.
We descend back down the same switchbacks, a little more carefully to avoid sliding down the rolling gravel surface, and stop once again at the intersects for some PB&J sandwiches. You heard is here, folks - smushed PB&J sandwiches are the ultimate hiking food.

At the bottom of the valley again, we switch directions, taking the Este Canyon trail, which is much more flat and feels more like a stroll through the desert than a hike. It dips down into every dry riverbed, every run-off, then weaves in between the great Saguaros, the multi-armed Organ Pipes, the tree-like hanging fruit Chollas, which we've noticed are very abundant in this valley. There are Creosote bushes aplenty, but we also spot Mesquite trees, a good indicator as to the amount of water this valley must get, even though we cannot see it. There are tons of birds flitting in between all the vegetation, and we spotted little desert hares and a flock of quails on our drive in - the desert is very much alive. I think it helps that the trails are so quiet today. I don't know if it has anything to do with the fact that today is a holiday, but we've only passed 6 other people on our hike, and the trail register confirms that number when we get back to trailhead and our sun-baked red van in the parking lot.
Just to make up those 5 miles, we next head past the campground to the Desert View Trail, an 1.2-mile educational loop through the desert ecosystem, before making our way to the visitor's center. Achievement Unlocked! Mario gets his pin(and so do I), and I get my "passport" stamps.
A few more chores to finish up the year with a campervan in tip-top shape: We make use of the available(and free!) dump station in the National Monument to clean out our tanks. Then, we drive north through the town of Why, to the town of Ajo, where we stop at an RV park that offers coin-operated showers. If you've read along in the past, you notice that Love's Travel Stops have been remarkably absent from our travels, which means that showers, too, have been remarkably absent. Let me tell you that today's shower, especially after all that hiking, was probably the BEST 75 cents I have even spent. Finally, we fill up the gas before hitting the I-8 on our way west, into the setting sun.

Somewhere around Sentinel, AZ, next to the Chevron in the middle of nowhere(look it up, it's a thing), we pull off the highway, pull off the pave road, and venture into the desert, bouncing down a washboard trail to a site marked only by GPS coordinates. This is the fun of camping on BLM land - you have to put your total trust in someone else's experience, and hope that they got the location right. This time, we win, and find ourselves in the middle of a lava field to celebrate the end of one year of adventures, and the start of another. We marked the celebration with garlicky shrimp linguini, a bottle of Mumm Brut sparkling wine, and the ball drop in NYC. And though we may have celebrated the start of 2025 on the East coast, we were very much asleep by the time it hit here.
Happy New Year, everyone - here's to a 2025 full of even more adventure!