The Gila Expedition, Frame By Frame

The other day I found the camera that I had used during the Gila Expedition to snap a few shots.  The camera had taken in a bit of sand on my last trip to Maine, and had only been working off and on.  After a few attempts to revive it, I gave up... until today!  I hit the "on" button, and bam!  Photos!  This was a great feeling, since I thought all of my photos had been lost forever, other than those taken on my phone.  I have decided to release them one by one, telling my story of cold, endurance, and discovery, frame by frame.
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Driving through the vastness that is southern New Mexico in my Chevy S10, I had no Idea what I had gotten myself into.  All of the preparation in the world could never bullet proof me for what I was about to experience.  Doesn't every good trip begin like that?

I passed small mountain ranges all morning, searching for the land they call the Gila.  The largest wilderness area in the region.  When it was finally within view, I was convinced that no man could live in such a wilderness, not without the proper tools at least.  And so I left my truck, trekking into the wild, fulfilling the introduction to the story of my life.

I will always view this time as the true end of my childhood.  For the first time in my life, it was just me.  All I had was my brain, the ten pounds of gear in my yukon pack, a small bag of granola, and a tin of sardines.