As she tucked herself in for the night she couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Five miles down a treacherous path and it had been smooth sailing. Tomorrow would bring the serpentine course westward across the broad, cacti-studded Tonto Plateau. She’d walk the brink of cliffs that plunged more than a thousand feet to the Colorado River. The plan was to hike another five miles until she got to Grapevine Creek. There she would set up camp next to the river and let them lull her to sleep.