Mount Baldy is the highest peak in the White Mountains in Eastern Arizona and is the state's second highest mountain outside of the San Francisco Range north of Flagstaff. At 11,400 feet, it is pretty big, but it is surrounded by numerous peaks in the 11,000-11,200 range and as a result, Mount Baldy is not terribly obvious from the road. There are two points that reach 11,400 feet: Baldy Peak, listed at 11,403 feet, and an unnamed point about 2,000 feet to the north with a slightly larger contour of 11,400 feet. Baldy Peak lies within the Fort Apache Whitewater Indian Reservation and is officially off-limits to non-reservation members. The northern peak lies along the boundary of the reservation and the Mount Baldy Wilderness and allows for general public access. Two fine trails lead to the top: Trail 94, the Sheeps Crossing Trail, follows the West Fork of the Little Colorado River and takes about 8 miles to gain the summit, while Trail 95, which follows the East Fork of the Little Colorado, takes about 7 miles. The hike can be done as a loop, but the parking areas are about 3.5 miles apart along state highway AZ-273.

First Visit, June 2000: I left Chandler at 3 p.m. on Friday the 23rd of June, driving to the Baldy Wilderness Area via Globe and Show Low, and arriving around 7:30 in the evening. I hit a lot of rain from the monsoon storms around Show Low. The weather began clearing but when I arrived at the Winn campground, the roads were muddy and there were many puddles. I set up camp and crashed before 8 p.m. I awoke the next morning at 4 a.m. to clear skies and cool temperatures. I broke down camp, ate some food and drove the 3 miles or so to the West Baldy Trailhead. The nomenclature is a bit odd: the East Baldy Trailhead is south of the West Baldy Trail, but the names have to do with the fact the trails parallel the West and East forks of the Little Colorado River respectively, not so much their relative positions to one another. The West Baldy Trailhead has been moved in recent years to a point about 1 mile east of the old one shown on most maps. I began my hike at 4:45 a.m. It's an 8-mile one-way hike to the summit along an excellent trail. The first mile actually loses about 200 feet of elevation, where it meets up with the old original trailhead. I spooked a herd of elk grazing in the small meadow, and they all took off into the trees except for one big guy who stared me down until I was about 100 feet from him. I clapped my hands and made "whoop" noises and he finally joined his buddies in the trees as well. The next three miles are mostly level, paralleling the West Fork of the Little Colorado. The route alternates between open meadow and small stands of trees, and gains about 600 feet overall. I made excellent time on this part and had covered the first four miles in a shade more than an hour. The meadows grew larger and larger the further in I walked, and they make excellent camping and fishing areas.

After about 4 miles the trail enters the forest for good. It begins a gradually steeper ascent for the next mile, then crosses a major drainage. About mile 6, the route gains elevation at a moderate grade, gaining about 600 feet, before coming to a small set of long (and in places, steep) switchbacks. These switchbacks get over some rocky cliffs and outcrops, and takes about a mile or so. The last mile is along a pleasant grade through the trees, before coming out to the main ridge just north of the summit, elevation 11,200 feet. The junction with the East Baldy Trail comes a few minutes before reaching the open ridge.

I was now about a quarter-mile north of the north summit, and I began my hike up the ridge, gaining the final 200 feet of elevation and the big rock cairn right at 8:00 a.m. sharp. The forest opens up and allowed for some awesome views. From my vantage point at the north summit, I sight-leveled (using my water bottle) to see if I could determine if Baldy Peak is higher or lower than the north summit. It was inconclusive. I decided to walk the final quarter-mile to Baldy Peak (south summit) anyway. Knowing I was trespassing I kept my visit short, just long enough to tag the summit cairn and look back to the north summit from which I'd come. It looked higher... I suspect the two summits' elevations are almost exactly the same (give or take 5 feet). It's hard to gauge which is higher without fancy clinometers or electronics. In any case, I had both summits bagged so I figured I was okay.

I made a quick retreat back across the Indian Reservation border (a small sign at the saddle between the two summits mentions the sacredness of the site but says nothing about no trespassing, although its common knowldge if you get caught you get fined - Update, September 2004: this sign was gone). Back to the north summit, I picked up my pack, walked down the main ridge back into the trees, and ate my lunch, even though it was only 8:30 in the morning. The weather was very nice, with breezes and blue skies and a smattering of puffy clouds. After "lunch", I began my 8-mile trek back to my truck. I was out at 11:00 a.m. sharp, legs tired and a small blister on my right foot. Met up with numerous hikers while coming down. An hour later, while passing through Show Low, I hit some heavy rain. Hope the hikers on the trail knew about the monsoons. That's partly why I hit the trail so early! Also, this peak marks my 15th and final Arizona county highpoint, thereby completing that particular project.

Second Visit, September 2004: Beth and I left Chandler friday afternoon and made the 180-mile drive to Show Low where we gassed up and got supplies for the next day's hike. We arrived at the Winn Campground (another 40+ miles) about 7:30 p.m. in darkness and set up our tent using my truck's headlights. We ate dinner and listened to the bugling of the nearby elk. The night was clear but we were aware of a big storm moving in from the Sea of Cortez - the remnants of a big hurricane off of Cabo San Lucas over a thousand miles away. The moon was just a sliver and had set by 9 p.m. In total darkness I managed to trip over a rock and hit the ground hard - I though I broke my arm! After some moaning I was fine. Beth reported she'd forgotten some meds she usually takes and was concerned about possible side effects from missing a dosage. Things seemed to be looking grim - the potentially bad weather, Beth's lack of meds and my sore arm. Also, neither of us slept well. The weather was nice enough but the strange bugling of the elk never let up once. Beth was up at 4 a.m. for good; I was up by 5 and had the tent packed up by 5:30. We had breakfast in the truck and discussed our options.

We decided to follow the East Fork trail. We pulled into the limited parking area and got moving around 7:20 a.m. in cool conditions. The sky was mostly clear but a band of clouds sat low to our south. We decided to hike in for about an hour then decide whether to proceed or not. The first mile was mostly level through open meadow. We met up with another hiker and his two big dogs. Soon we entered into the forest and zig-zagged in and out of drainages before coming to a tight switchback. We walked up a bit and stopped near some huge rocky cliffs and spires, where we took our first break. I figured we'd covered slightly less than 2 miles in about 45 minutes. The clouds had moved in for good, and we heard distant thunder. Obviously this concerned us. But on the other hand, there was no rain, the clouds weren't really that low, and despite the appearances, things seemed to be stable. We figured we had maybe a 5-hour window before the really nasty stuff moved in. So we decided to hike another hour and see how things went. The trail gained moderately with a few level stretches through forest. In one area it crossed some rocky outcrops. Actually, we made really good progress, and we stopped after another hour, having covered over 5 miles from the truck. The weather was holding steady. Just cool, cloudy and gray.

After our second break we made a decision to go for it. We were pretty close, feeling okay, and the weather was still just looking grim. It did start to drizzle a bit. As we hiked up the remaining two miles, we met a couple of hikers and a whole team of people on horseback. The thick forest helped keep us reasonably dry, but crossing some open areas we got pretty wet in the steady rain. Never too heavy, though. We finally came up to the trail junction near the ridge, and hiked up the final bit to the north summit. Despite the feeling that it probably is higher than Baldy Peak to the south, Baldy sure looked higher, so we hiked to it, following the fine trail to its summit. We stayed briefly, but the fog rolled in pretty thick so we descended and started our slog out. We took an extended break at the saddle between the summits at 11 a.m.

The hike out went pretty fast. The rain subsided and the clouds broke up, giving us some nice sun for most of the last few miles back to the truck. We egressed about 2:20 p.m., beating a whole band of Boy Scouts by about 15 minutes. After changing and resting, we drove out via Greer, then back to Show Low where we stayed at a hotel. We had a nice hot dinner at Licano's Mexican Lounge, and watched as the rain really came in heavy! The next day we drove back home, forced to make a 50-mile detour via Globe after mudslides wiped out part of the Beeline Highway between Payson and the Phoenix area.