Today we entered Canelo Hills West, Passage 3 of 43. We dropped in elevation and into a much different place. Short grass, gnarled mesquite trees, and blooming wildflowers defined the landscape. Met two cowboys on horseback out hunting. Their pack of 20 similar-looking dogs found us first. A little uncanny but they were friendly and cute. The two men couldn’t believe we are walking to Utah. “We drive to Utah pretty often and that sucks!”

Meant to do a short day, but got to smelling the barn and long-hauled into Patagonia, the first town stop. Hitched a ride with a young woman and her dad out dirt biking for the day. They dropped us off at the Stage Stop Inn, a nice historic spot with a restaurant attached. We gorged on burgers and beers.