Easin' into Hiking Season

Last year Bec and I did a bit of hiking during the Arizona spring, meaning basically March. Since the spring is short, we didn’t hike as much as we would have liked. We vowed this year we would start earlier – in January and February – and thus be able to do more hiking. We would wear a jacket if it was chilly, we determined. March is perfect hiking weather, but in April, though it’s still not blistering hot, the critters are awakening. Remember the rattlesnake episode?

As it turns out, our winter here this year has been very mild. No jackets necessary unless you’re going to hike sometime around 6 o’clock in the morning. Then it is still in the low 40s. But after 9 or 10, it is in the upper 60s or lower 70s. Perfect for hiking. And since the nights are still chilly, I don’t think the rattlers are awake yet. Hope not.

Anyhoo, we did our first hike yesterday morning. The area we hiked was very near the area of our rattlesnake encounter. Yesterday, instead of flip flops, we wore hiking shoes. Weird, huh? No rattlesnakes.

It was a beautiful, somewhat overcast morning. The clouds eventually burned off, leaving us

with much sunshine. There weren’t many people on the trail, though we did run into a couple who, from the sound of them, are Canadian, eh? Bec and I tend to be direction-challenged. We blame it on our mother who wouldn’t allow us to be Girl Scouts as she didn’t have time to take us to meetings. Or at least that was her excuse. Perhaps she actually held a grudge against them because they sell cookies, thereby competing against Gloor’s Bakery. The Canadian couple confirmed that we were on the right path, and we went on our way.

The weather was perfect, we saw some beautiful scenery, and we had deep and thorough discussions about many things as we walked. We always do. The area where we walked is filled with saguaro, and saguaros on the hillside are about my favorite scenic attraction of all things nature.

We came across this funny sight.

It’s my assumption that the cap is an add-on. When the saguaros get their blooms in May, they

sometimes look like they are wearing a hat, but that appears to be a real hat!

Saguaros don’t even begin getting their “arms” until they are 25 years old or older, so a cactus like this must be really old.

It was a perfect day, and a good start to our hiking adventures. Perhaps by next week I can manage something a bit less flat as my vertigo will be verti-gone! Didn’t feel it would be terribly wise to teeter at the edge of a Sonoran mountain yet.