Ridge Trail to Juniper Flats Road

Penultimate hike of the season, in this hiking paradise. After the Seven Falls Trail in Tucson on Friday, I'll be trading in my hiking poles for my bicycle and the rolling hills of Iowa. Today's hike had it all: a view of the century-old scar known as the pit, and Bisbee's raison d'être; the grassy ridge with views in four directions; the oxymoronic climb up and down Juniper Flats Road; and the road down from the geographically misplaced Divide. 75 degrees and blue skies; 6.6 miles, 1,500 feet of elevation gain, and 3.3 mph. Great day.

Newly bloomed Manzanita.

A glimpse of Bisbee from Juniper Flats Road.

Mexico, never far away, in the background.

Romero Canyon Trail

Buoyed by Il Douche Cheeto Mussolini's continuing downward spiral, Ira and I decided we needed a celebratory hike, one of substance. We drove to Catalina State Park north of Tucson, to hike the Romero Canyon Trail. The main attraction of the trail, beyond the saguaro cacti and stunning rock formations, is the Romero Pools, a series natural water catchments filled with ice cold snow melt. Since these pools are only six miles out-and-back, we decided to continue on up toward Romero Pass to make a hike of it. This trail gets progressively more difficult and the rockiness adds further challenges, especially on the downward return. All-in-all, an enjoyable day, 10 miles, 2.5 mph, and over 2,500 feet of elevation gain. A cloudless sky and 70 degree temps added to our enjoyment.

Ira hoofing it up a relatively low incline section of the trail.

Romero Pools.

Romero Pools.

Romero Pools.

Romero Pools.

Romero Pools.

Joe's Canyon and Yaqui Ridge Trails

I led a hike today for our local hiking club, the Muleteam, on Joe's Canyon Trail and the Yaqui Ridge Trail down to the Mexican border. I convinced five members to join me in sneaking across the border for lunch at my favorite spot overlooking the border (and the Border Patrol who scurry around far below). 

Today we were in for an exciting surprise, however, as a Border Patrol helicopter zoomed low over the border right near us. I was able to take this shot as it flew away, obviously having not seen us tucked into the rocks enjoying our lunches. I offered my five companions a coyote service to sneak them back over the border for a thousand bucks a head; I got no takers. I hate to break it to our new pResident, Cheeto Mussolini, that, not only is a wall a real douche move and xenophobic as hell, it's also not going to happen in places like this (you simplistic moron). In any event, it was a beautiful hike with temps in the 70s, about 6.8 miles, and about 2,000 feet of elevation gain. Grand views of the Mexican state of Sonora, where we also had lunch. 

Sonora. Our lunch spot was on the hill in the background.

A view from our lunch spot looking down on stele marking the border and commemorating U.S.-Mexican cooperation. How quaint.