I have never liked the suburbs, primarily because they helped destroy the diverse cities of the past. They also tend to be cultural deserts for much the same reason—a lack of diversity. But I will say, there are at least a couple of not-insubstantial benefits to living on the edge of culture, at least in Tucson, Arizona: beautiful views of my favorite hiking range, the magnificent Santa Catalina mountains; and being able to reach some of my favorite trails with a 12 minute drive, or a 24 minute bike ride on a trail system 50 yards from our town house. So today, I took that 12 minute drive straight to the Catalina State Park ranger station and slapped down a mere $75 for an annual pass to all of Arizona's state parks.
While I was in the park, I also had a bit of a hike up Romero Canyon toward the pools. I only had an hour-and-a-half, so couldn't make it all the way to the pools 3 miles in (even my 3 mph pace would leave me 30 minutes over), but did manage a pretty hearty workout, abetted in no small part by the blistering temps (83 is blistering for me).
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View out the picture window of our place. The saying down here is, when the mountains turn pink, it's time to drink, so I believe I'll have me a Dragoon IPA (my go-to local replacement for Confluence's excellent Des Moines IPA).
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Closeup of Finger Rock's back side.
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This pic and the one below are what two miles up the Romero Canyon Trail looks like.
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