What can one say about frogs humping....much less in an ephemeral pool of ooze at the base of a spring found in the middle reaches of a metamorphic core complex standing sentinal along the western reaches of a festering sea of neon......climb higher son....climb higher....and so I did.
Colors of El Nino were profound; splashed everywhere the eye could find. Lichens once dormant have exercised their right to let their "Freak-Flag Fly".....why not? Early summer is long on the heat and short on the moisture.....where to find more moisture? Climb higher son.....climb higher......
As for Freak-Flags........a multi-cellular advanced form witnessed performing vain tricks. Stick around, you may see him pick his nose.....and climb higher......
Looking back....I spy evidence of the reason for this vanity in the distance......climb higher.....climb higher...
The photosynthesis going on was choking me...what is this Nam' humidity doing in the middle of the Sonoran Desert highlands? Where is this trail going? What about killer bees? Shut up......climb higher son....climb higher....
Topping out at the pre-decided turnaround point.....I sat and listened....body still....body silent. The sounds of a hawk somewhere above and behind pierced the silence. Quail down canyon were barely audible over the random crunch of quartz and mica grains being smashed beneath the soft metal of my cleats.....then silence.....the hair on my neck...it was standing. The birds are no longer chirping.....dead silence. How nice.....but also, how nice for a big cat seen in the area as well.....perhaps I should just ring my bell, belch a bit...and turn around....and so I did....but not before I marked my territory with a byproduct of some gatoraide.
Leaving the highlands was easy.....let 9.8m/s2 work it's magic....I earned it.....now time to burn it.....yet the shiny things kept slowing me down and making me pause.....
While gold, brown, orange and red are represented handsomely in the desert during all times of the year....blue means one thing.....March.
Finishing the uber-chunk descent.....my tread hummed on the freshly lain hardball back to the car....until laid down once again by the color blue....
Spread your seed well my friend.....it'll be a while until you climb again.
19 Miles
2900ft vert gained
Soul refreshed......
1 comments:
dude your AT ski days are bigger than your mtb days! Haha, just playing! Perhaps an Easter day morning bike and boulder in the McDowells?
FYI: the corn snow at ~8500 feet was beautiful yesterday.
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