Small/metric assload of pics from the trip taken by aduljr.
I don't have many as I was, as usual, busy being terrified of the cliff edges, or just flat out being lazy.
A quick rundown of the trip:
Day 1: Drive from Phoenix to Globe to damn near Safford (well, Pima I think is where the last gas-up was.) From there on to Klondyke on what might as well have been a paved dirt road.
After Klondyke, it quickly turns into a wet/green zone with multiple easy water crossings as you enter the canyons. Camp out right next to the trailhead for the cliff dwellings, and enjoy steak/shrimp dinner =) Note: Not a DAMN bit of radio traffic makes it in/out of that area. Nothing on 2m, 70cm, public safety, or even the weather radio channels.
Day 2: Take the short walk up to the cliff dwellings after breakfast and packing things up. Head out to hopefully find camping location for the 2nd night (hah.) Pass through the canyons and climb out/up in elevation quite a bit, regain contact with the outside world via the repeaters up on Mt. Graham and a few others. Easy 4-wheeling on the climb, passing through a nice old ranch site that had more refrigerators than Costco, but with a little more rust.
Drive right through some semi-thick shrubbery only to have one of the trees steal your dual band antenna. Fucking prick. Find another old mine site with lots of old metal stuffs all over (boilers, hoppers, a safe that has seen better days, etc.)
Drive right past what should've been the 2nd night's campsite thinking that it's too early to set up shop, then conquer a pretty gnarly obstacle of big sharp rocks that appear to be formed into steps from hell (tok a couple tries to pull through this one), then arrive at the nifty saddle between Table Mountain and Little Table Mountain (epic views, and just enough cell service to finally post a pic to facebook.)
Look at maps and wonder where the fuck the 2nd campsite is, but trudge onward anyway. Locate Carpet Hill and realize this is gonna be a long damn day. Learned that lockers are BAD things in some cases as your tail end starts sliding sideways towards the already-too-damn-close edge of the cliff. Carpet remnants failed to aid the ascent.
Finish changing underwear and using a few more boxes of ass wipes, and come across some active mining operations on the way out via copper creek. Find a damn locked gate (private ranch) and turn back around to take the easy way back to Mammoth.
Eat shitty hotdogs at the gas station in Mammoth, air back up, watch the local MS13 gang members roll through in their AWESOME low riders with boom boom stereos at 9-10pm. Decide at this point to head up towards globe to a developed campground for the night. Get there and get accosted by some asshole hoodrat for 'why you be makin all that dust yo!?' (damn those dirt roads...) and decide to try at-large camping north of the highway. Find not a damn campsite, but a HUGE power substation, and bust out the atlas again to find a new plan.
Ended up driving back to the valley and setting up camp at a nice spot in the supes (off of the Peralta road/trail area.) Enjoy tasty fajitas and other foodstuffs, a cigar, and starting the campfire with thermite.
Day 3: Back home.
Yee haw, and stuff =)
Should have a GPS route to upload as well once I find the damn GPS unit.