Ridge Trail to Juniper Flats Road (2)

Back in Bisbee for our final month in Arizona. For my first hike down here, not wanting to drive anywhere and having only a couple-three of hours free, I chose the good old Ridge Trail. I did this loop in February, 2017, beginning at our little apartment on Subway Street. 

This time, since we live on Tombstone, which is also part of the loop, I only had to walk out our front door and down Tombstone Canyon Road, through Main Street and then on up to the ridge via steps, 150 precisely. 

Not yet used to Bisbee's cooler temps. Today it only got up to 58 degrees, and when the sun dipped behind a cloud as it did often, you could really feel the cold. I finished the hike wearing my fleece.

Steps up to High Road/Grand Avenue where the climb up to the ridge begins.

Up on the ridge looking back at the copper mine's lavender pit (so dubbed by the locals). There are other pit-related bon mots such as pit happens, and big ass hole.

A fairly boulder-free trail, which I really appreciate after some of the grueling scrambling hikes around Tucson.

Tombstone Canyon, where this loop begins and ends for me this year.

Juniper Flats in the background, with the antenna on top. That is another hike, an extension of this hike, with more distance (9.2 miles versus 6.7) and more elevation gain (1,600 feet versus 1,300 feet). I last did this hike in January of 2017.

The Chiricahuas in the far distance, one of my favorite ranges in these parts. Today's hike takes place entirely in the Mule Mountains.

Juniper Flats Road.

Looking over the fence at local artist/architect Todd Bogotay's imaginative eco-village.

Bisbee from the Divide.

Mt. Wrightson Loop Trail

Hard to get a glimpse of the peak at the start of the hike. This might be it, or

a smaller sister near the saddle before the last mile.

Finally got a chance to climb Mt. Wrightson, the tallest peak in the Santa Rita range south of Tucson. Warm temps in the 70s at the base and around 50 at the summit. The last two miles or so were packed snow and ice, treacherous but for my new Kahtoola micro spikes. Saved my bacon on the many narrow, steep switchbacks, where one slip could mean a tumble down a ravine or worse.  

Alas, this was my last hike for the season in the Tucson area, and more importantly, my last hike with my pals Misty and Jack. Thursday, it's on to Bisbee and my old hiking haunts with my good friend Ira.

I will definitely be taking these to my next winter Grand Canyon hike for those icy stretches near the top.

Like most mountain ranges in the Southwest, the Santa Ritas have had increasing numbers of fires, exacerbated by climate change. The last serious fire to sweep through was the Florida fire in 2005 (named after the Florida Peak and Canyon near Mt. Wrightson).

Looking north toward Tucson, about half way up.

Looking south toward Mexico.

More evidence of the 2005 Florida fire.

This gentleman is a strong hiker who lives in Green Valley next door. He hikes Mt. Wrightson at least once a week. His dog Charlene, is not a Border Collie mix as I had assumed, but a ten-month old Large Munsterlander, a German pointer spaniel. Sweet and energetic pooch.

In fairness to us, the summit, while only 5.4 miles, gained over 4,000 feet of elevation on the Old Baldy ascent. Coupled with the packed snow and ice at the top, one can see why it took 3.5 hours to summit.

The Fred Lawrence Whipple Observatory (formerly the Mt. Hopkins Observatory) on the neighboring 8,500-foot Mount Hopkins.

Wisps of smoke but we thought it was probably a controlled fire. Smoke is no laughing matter in this tinderbox land. Oddly, the state has defunded the fire watch stations, preferring to react to fires with federal funds, a typically short-sighted, pennywise, pound foolish act of feckless tax-cutting  Republicans.

Summit selfie, sitting atop the foundational remains of the former Mt. Wrightson lookout. Photo by Jack.

 Stop-action 360º shot from the summit.

Jack has to explore every square inch of a place.

A reminder that the State of Arizona once cared about the national forests.

Even with temps in the fifties, the snow has persisted for a month.

Pretty easy to pick our descending trail out against the hillside.

Still large tracts of forest that haven't yet burned. It's only a matter of time.

Pretty easy trail on the descent, with minimal boulders and zero scrambling.

A talus field seemingly out of nowhere.

Another shot of Mount Hopkins and the Whipple Observatory.

A lovely, almost bucolic hillside.

Misty and Jack. Really going to miss these two highly compatible hiking friends. Jack is off to Tanzania on Friday to hike the 19,000-foot Mount Kilimanjaro. He will return in March after we land back in Iowa, then return to Canada until he returns to Tucson November. Misty just moved to Tucson from Evergreen, Colorado. Hope to see them both next year.

Much faster down than up even though the return was three miles longer.