Me at the summit of today's hike. Do I look warm? |
Now that’s what I’m talking about!
This morning was challenging hike day and I was up with the
chickens (or lizards as the case may be in Tucson) and we were supposed to head
off to a hike in the Aspen-Marshall Gulch area near Mt. Lemmon.
Even though it was going to be in the 80s down in Tucson,
the weather forecast was for much cooler temperatures in the mountains where we
were heading. When I got to the Catalina Room (that’s where we muster on
Tuesday morning for the hikes) I noticed that more than half the folks were in
shorts.
Yesterday the hike leader called the National Park Service
and discovered that the trail we were supposed to take was nearly impassable
because of still very deep snow.
One of the beautiful views |
So there had been a change in plans to a lower elevation
hike in the Catalinas. The Pontatoc Trail was our destination today. A lot of
folks around here play tennis, I don’t, so the tennis crowd learned yesterday
that the hike would take place at a much lower and warmer altitude.
Unfortunately we non-tennis folks showed up for winter and
instead we hiked in summer. There’s always someone who doesn’t get the word and
today that was me.
But we headed out to the hike nonetheless and it was a very
enjoyable, if not pretty strenuous trek especially considering the warm
temperatures. I was wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt, although I shortened
the sleeves considerably before too long.
The view from my lunch rock |
We stopped at a nice spot overlooking the City of Tucson and
a large canyon on the other side for lunch.
There were 16 of us on the hike as some of the regular
hikers are off for a three day hike getting ready for an April trip to the bottom
of the Grand Canyon.
Our hike leader was “Bud” and he is 84, but moves like a
much younger man up and down those trails.
A beautiful night sky in Tucson |
Joan spent much of her day cleaning and detailing the trailer. She also found time to watch her favorite soap opera, Days of Our Lives.
As has become our weekly practice we went to the resort pot
luck tonight. Joan always lets me pick what she is going to cook so that there
will be at least one thing I know that I will like to eat.
The sun silhouettes the mountains |
Joan gets pretty excited about that kind of thing and squealed a little when she found it in her binoculars. I don’t have a camera good enough to take a picture of the comet, but I’ll put up a couple of the beautiful sunset just before we found the comet.
We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of Joan’s two sisters,
Patty and Diane, and Diane’s husband, Denny, tomorrow evening. Lots of fun
things and times planned while they are here.
Until then, be good to yourselves.
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