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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.

 

Tucson VA ER via Golden Gate Mountain and the David Yetman Trail

 

Yes, you probably read that wrong; Tucson VA ER is not a trail, but rather the emergency room at the Tucson VA Medical Center, which I graced today after yesterday’s incident. I went to a local urgent care last night, but they suggested I get in for an x-ray and maybe even an MRI. Nothing life-threatening, to be sure, but a very painful experience. The elevation spike in the hike profile you see is partially involved. 

This was the second hike in a row where I added a mountain summit to an otherwise moderate David Yetman hike with little elevation gain spread over its 12 miles. 10 days ago I added Golden Gate's shorter brother Bren Peak to the hike; today Misty and I added a climb up the very steep Golden Gate Mountain, 1,300 feet of gain in a little over a half mile. That steepness and a hillside of craggy rocks and slippery scree were the perfect ingredients for a fall. And fall I did on the descent, prompted by loose rocks and gravel, I went down hard and managed to whack my already ailing right shoulder. The pain was intense and I re-injured it a few more times on the six remaining miles, whenever I tripped even slightly. I'm sure I looked like Napoleon (without the complex of course) with my hand shoved inside my shirt as a makeshift sling.

There were signs that maybe the Tucson Mountain Park folks didn't support this as an official trail, even though it clearly has been used as one. For starters, there is a pile of rocks where it diverges perpendicularly from the David Yetman trail to discourage its use; the park people haven't done any trail upkeep; and there is alternate and official Golden Gate Mountain trail which goes around and slightly up, but no where near the summit. 

Today's hike was closer to a bushwhack than a normal, sanctioned hike, and I don't believe in bushwhacking. We humans have way too much access to park areas that should be left alone to other animals. So no, I won't be returning to hike this scoff-law trail, but will instead support the one mapped out by the good park folks.

Nice weather overall, with a little overcast keeping it from feeling all of the 60-70 degrees. And despite the steep climb, the accident, and the 6-mile Napoleonic exit out, we still managed a somewhat decent pace of 2.5 mph for the 14 miles.

A small herd of young white-tailed deer came out to greet us today. They seemed quite unfazed by us.

David Yetman's western trailhead at the Gate's Pass parking lot, six miles east from the Camino de Oeste trailhead where we began the hike.

The official Golden Gate Trail, about 0.4 miles in from the 

Yetman Trailhead. Our trail is about a tenth of a mile further 

on down.

The official trail (in teal) doesn't really climb so much as circumnavigate the lower reaches of the mountain and comes no where near the summit as one can see. The unofficial trail is about 0.5 miles in from the David Yetman Trailhead.

Golden Gate offers stunning mountain views, really, with lots of contrast with the teddy bear cholla (white-tinged green) and the saguaros agains the red and brown backdrop.

The view from the Golden Gate summit, looking across the way at Bren Peak below the view of the Santa Catalina Range.

A closer view of Bren from further down the mountain on our descent.

Bren Peak Via The David Yetman Trail

 

I love the David Yetman Trail, a decidedly easy & relaxing 12.5 mile out-and-back in the wonderful Tucson Mountain Park. I most recently hiked it last January. The only aspect of the hike I've found lacking is the minimal elevation gain. Today I remedied that by adding a little 2.5 mile loop around Bren Mountain, with a side trip to the summit. I also lopped off the final mile to and from the Gate's Pass parking lot for a cool 14 miles, and a more respectable 2,000 feet of gain—700 of which was the 0.6 mile vertical scramble to the tippy-top.

And at the tippy-top, who did I meet but a fellow Iowan and her hiking pal, now both living in Arizona: Debbie from Iowa and Ken from Connecticut. They are both obviously strong hikers and from what Debbie said Ken, like me, has a penchant for long hikes.

Beautiful weather today. I waited later than normal to start (~10:30 am) as it was a bit too chilly at 8:00. Clear skies all day, with temps topping out at 65º by hike's end shortly after 3:30.

The trail starts out a little rocky, but soon gives way to undulating gravel and packed dirt. 

The historic Bowen House. This is only a mile in from the eastern trailhead, and is usually clogged with bipeds snapping pics, especially on weekends. Today I just slid past.

A mini Teddy Bear Cholla forest. Don't let these cuties fool you; get too close and they might end up attacking.

Lots of Saguaros as Tucson Mountain Park also resides in Saguaro National Park West.

The Bren summit, and Ken signing the book. The actual peak is right next door across a slight saddle, so of course we had to add that to the hike before descending, Deb and Ken clockwise and me counter-clockwise so as to get in my loop.

Debbie from Des Moines (Urbandale).

(Photo by Debbie)

Ken loves stepping out on precipices; me not so much. 

Debbie at the first summit.

Gate's Pass Road.

(Photo by Ken and his tripod and remote)