Some of the best adventures are the trails near Phoenix, Arizona. When you hike Picketpost Mountain, AZ, you'll be in for one heck of a journey! This hike is really more of a climb. Read more about this trail and its history below!
If you know me, you know I like a good adventure, but I guess that’s kind of obvious because I’m a founder of this whole Mountain Chicks page and all. Anyways, I love a good hike and like I said in a previous blog post, I’ve been trying to make it a point to complete hikes on the longer side. These typically result in better views and more of a story. While the hike I completed last week wasn’t very long, it definitely made for quit the story.
Picketpost: this hike is in the Superstitions. Story goes that some guy had a mailbox, it got hit by a drunk driver, then it got damaged again (after being repaired), then it had a close call one last time, which was pretty much its owner’s final straw because now the thing is sitting 4 miles up on a mountain in the middle of nowhere. At least these are bits and pieces of the mailbox story I gathered from a woman that was hiking along me and by BF with some of her friends, as she read this story the best she could considering it was chicken-scratched on the lid of the red box.
Before we talk about the top though, let’s discuss this hike. When you approach the trailhead, you’re greeted by an official Arizona Trail sign. You can either take Picketpost trail to the top of the beastly mountain ahead of you or you can meander on your way through the AZ trail. After using the restroom and nearly getting trampled by some woman’s dogs (these little things seriously went rogue and she had no control of them), we started our hike. Up down, up down, some tiny dirt hills we went, crossing over a dry wash a few times. Finally after 15 minutes of hiking, we could see tiny ant sized people in the distance. It looked like they were struggling to scale a small rock wall, which scared us a bit considering we just got done leisurely walking the desert, not prepared to scale anything. Well that’s exactly what happened.
A group of 5 friends, older, started to hike together and seemed to be having a good time until one of them got seriously concerned for his safety and decided to not scale the first wall. He stayed behind and wanted to wait for them to finish the hike. He honestly looked like he was king of the mountain the way he was just sitting atop his rock thrown. He showed us the easy way to scale, and after we caught our bearings, we continued on. It didn’t take very long for us to catch up with his friends. They were kind of struggling lol. That’s actually understandable, though, because at this point the trail is pretty much nonexistent. There are some spray painted red dots, arrows and dashes but you really do have to make your own trial here. The group we were now a part of was tying orange ribbon every few hundred feet or so. That made it a lot easier to have one trail we were following. Otherwise, we tried to stick with the blue arrows- seemed to be the easiest path.
Our new friends took a break after we all got done hugging the mountain, as this was the only way we could move along one section of the trail. Any other method would have resulted in us falling off a cliff. While they took a break, we continued on. The blue arrows lead us to an area that seemed to be a dried up waterfall. There were some holes in the rock, making it easy for us to grab with our hands since this was yet another scaling area. After we got up the fall, we saw another arrow and thankfully this one lead us to some less steep climbs and eventually a trail. We literally just kept walking and hiking and climbing, following arrows until we saw what looked like a summit. Sure as s**t it was!
The mountain began to flatten out and the vegetation around us was undisturbed as the trail here was very obvious… and muddy lol. We walked and walked and walked for what seemed like forever until we could see the other side of the mountain. The range ahead looked like a painting tbh. We went right, thinking that was where the mailbox was, but it wasn’t. After realizing this, we literally ran to the beginning of the fork where we should have made a left, walked up some rock stairs and there it was: the mailbox. The bench next to it (yes there’s a bench) was rusty and broken on one side. We took in the view as we had it to ourselves for a bit. We opened the mailbox and found a gazillion things in there including a hiker log, candy and hand warmers. I put some Mtn Chicks stickers in there ;). Our new friends caught up and we all chit chatted until it was time to come down. Their friend was still at the bottom when we got there LOL.
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This blog was written by Mountain Chicks Founder, Dani The Explorer.
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