Back in the Linda Vista Saddle—via the Pontatoc Connector

Finally made it back to the Linda Vista Saddle (left) after visiting last season and seeing a potential alternate route back to the Finger Rock trailhead besides the Finger Rock Trail itself. 

While on a solo hike in January, enjoying a rest in the saddle after the strenuous hike up the Finger Rock trail, I noticed what looked like some trail development down below, toward Pontatoc Canyon. 

Two weeks later, my hiking partner Misty and I decided to check it out from the Pontatoc Canyon Trail. About two miles in on that trail, we decided to cut due west, thus violating my standard principal of no bushwhacking. After some serious cross country scrambling to the tune of a mile-and-a-half or so, we did indeed run into a new trail, one in the arduous process of being constructed. Based on the amount of work that had already been done, we figured it was just a matter of months before this new loop trail would be completed. We planned to front load this new route the following hiking season. Well, that is now. Unfortunately, Misty is currently in Colorado, and since I didn't want to do the loop without her, my friend Jack and I instead hiked the new connector as an out-and-back. And let me say, it was a lung and leg burner. 

Weather was perfect, highs around 70º, very little wind, and clear skies. This route is in the sun most of the day. Saw a few other folks, most of whom were hiking the loop clockwise as is preferred since hiking down Finger Rock can be a bit nerve-wracking.

Brand spanking new signs make the trail official. The former Pontatoc Ridge Trail has been renamed the Garnet Trail; the Pontatoc Canyon Trail is no longer, replaced by the Pontatoc Trail (the connector).

About a mile in (0.8 mi) we reach the sight of the former Pontatoc Canyon Trail sign, replaced by the new reality, a new sign announcing a new route up to where the Finger Rock Trail meets the Linda Vista Saddle.

Jack, marveling at how Tucson was starting to resemble L.A. It wasn't meant as a compliment. Yes, that is smog today.

The newly build trail from which we ascended, and were now descending. 

Wasson via Sweetwater Trail 25.1

It has been over nine months since my previous and ill-fated hike in these very same Tucson Mountains on the western edge of Tucson. That hike was on Golden Gate Mountain, a slippery scree-covered chunk of granite that proved my undoing. 

I had surgery on Cinco de Mayo and six weeks after began my interminable physical therapy to try to regain some of the mobility in my right shoulder. It has been slow, and I am continuing weekly physical therapy and dry needling sessions. I will never regain all of my previous mobility; that is impossible with RTSA (Reverse Total Shoulder Arthroplasty), but hope one day to again hike Picacho Peak, as well as other challenging hikes that require upper-body strength. 

Thankfully, Wasson Peak is no such hike. While there is substantial elevation gain, one needs only strong legs and lungs, and balance enough to navigate rocky switchbacks—and I apparently still possess those—even after recently completing my 69th solar orbit. My 2.9 mph pace was the same as last year and the year before that…

I have been using Wasson as a first and last hike of the season for a few years now, and I am glad I got this one in the books. I wasn't sure about two miles in if I could make it to the top, after a little fatigue and wobbly legs, but I got stronger as I climbed. Today I feel few ill effects of yesterday's outing—a great sign. 

Great temps in the high sixties to begin, a bit of wind from the NW, but mostly obstructed as our route climbs up the SE side of Wasson. Saw only three hikers, one chap finishing up our hike (only other car in the trailhead parking lot), and a couple descending who were on the King Canyon Trail route which ends at a trailhead across the road from the Desert Museum.

I was joined by my Michigander pal Jack who, at 13 years my junior and very fit, was a welcomed companion (and measure of my own fitness).

Looking northwest toward the Santa Catalinas.

(Photo by Jack Byers)

Jack.

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Now for a tortured segue between my last post—from February 10—and today’s. Last time out I reported completing the final seven miles of my fourteen mile hike a là Napoleon, hand tucked in my shirt trying to minimize the jostles that sent a shock of pain through my shoulder. I left that prior post at the Tucson VA emergency room. All I got out of that experience was an X-ray and a suggestion I come back in a week or

so for a follow-up. I wasn’t able to get a much-needed MRI until March 7, nearly a month later probably because I was away from the Des Moines VA and my primary care doc. What they discovered on the MRI was not pretty, an inoperable rotator cuff, with four torn tendons, two massively and retracted beyond their respective bones, and the word abnormal as a final descriptor. 

After I returned to DesMoines mid-March, the VA helped me get seen by Iowa Ortho and a doctor I requested. Seemed the only way forward was to have a procedure called a reverse total shoulder replacement; the injury from the fall was so bad there was absolutely no other choice. 

My surgery, performed by a Dr. Khoriaty from Michigan State University happened on May 5. I was under the knife by 6:30 in the am, and out by 9:00 am. I felt no pain until midnight, when the nerve block wore off; I never caught a single Z that first night the pain was so intense. 

But now, back home and beginning recovery, I thought, what to do for the next six months? This procedure requires being in an immobilizer sling 24/7 for six weeks and six months to a year of rehab. So what to do to occupy my time? For some reason I thought of Jimmy Stewart in Alfred Hitchcock’s iconic 1954 film Rear Window. Stewart plays a famous photojournalist injured while on assignment who finds himself apartment bound for several months. Jimmy’s character props himself in front of the rear window of his flat to engage in a little snooping on his back courtyard. I similarly built myself a comfy little nest on our front porch, to engage in a little voyeurism a là Jimmy Stewart. Short of manifesting a possible murder, to fret about like Gladys Kravitz, I decided to resurrect the Ministry of Silly Walks I set up during the pandemic in 2020. Everyone in the neighborhood was home with their kids at the onset, and I had read of someone on the East Coast who set up silly walk signs in front of their home to the delight of neighbors and the local press. So I set about making my own Ministry. That attempt involved a sign printed on 8”x11” paper, stuffed inside a Ziplock bag, and stapled to a 2”x2” post and pounded into the ground. I placed a sign on either end of the front sidewalk and before the end of the day, the signs became a destination, for parents and their fidgety kids, and even just for antsy adults needing a fun  little distraction. 

In 2022, we did some serious landscaping of our front yard involving retaining walls and gardening terraces. After the dust settled, I was queried by passersby almost daily as to when I was going to put my Ministry of Silly Walks signs back up. Then I got it in my mind to have some professional metal signs made up and installed on serious metal posts. It was easier than I thought after I discovered Smart Sign out of Brooklyn NY. I had my custom sign made up on heavy aluminum stocks, with 3M reflective lettering, made up and shipped for free in three short days. Ordered a couple of posts and had my signs put up within a week, finishing on quatro de Mayo, one day before my surgery. All I needed to do was set up my motion detecting camera and voilà, just like Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window, I was able to monitor the perambulations right outside my front window. And lest you think this a little creepy, know that the resolution of the cameras is low enough to allay any privacy concerns as is evident from the short clips below.

Ministry of Silly Walks Clips (newest first)

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This whole family gets into it, with mom recording the silliness. 

One of these two gents is pretty unabashed in his silly walking.

These two older gents (probably my age, who am I kidding) seem to like this stretch of sidewalk, and make this a weekly event.

Mother coaxing her daughter to be even sillier.

A couple of millennials on a midday lark.

This guy has it going on coming and going.