We left the community center in Hachita and walked up the dusty highway with the sun rising behind us, passed the shuddered diner and the closed-down bar the locals unlock to play pool in the evening, and entered the only store in town. We spent most of the last morning and afternoon drinking coffee and eating burritos here, seated by the front window at the only table in the place. Radar was already inside and coffee was already brewed. With hot drinks and breakfast in hand we climbed into Radar’s SUV and headed back for the trailhead as the first light spread across the vast, open desert.
Leaving Hachita
