Mt. Lemmon area
The next morning we drove up to the top of the mountain, past ambitious road bikers, to check out the little ski village on top (it's the southernmost ski mountain in the U.S. I'm told). People were going crazy for the snow, stopping at every pullover to have snowball fights and sledding with the big pieces of cardboard from their huge tvs. As we drove up, we saw one truck driving down piled high with snow so when I saw another family at the top shoveling snow into their truck I had to stop and ask what the heck they were doing. They live in Phoenix and were bringing the truck full of snow to her mother to make snowmen!
We wandered the streets of Tucson, and visited both the west and east sections of Saguaro National Park (west side is much nicer) and drove the loop roads at both. Saguaro cacti may be my new favorite things. I probably took way too many photos, but here are a few of them:
Huge!
We camped out in the national forest in a torrential downpour. No warm dinner that night, it was PB&J sandwiches for us. We drove up into the Chiricahuas Monday morning, climbing into higher elevation where that big rainfall down below had piled up some nice fresh snow. Apparently 5 inches is enough to shut down the roads, so we ended up hiking to the top of the mountain to see the Stand Up Rocks area. It was still spitting snow and pretty foggy, so we didn't see some of the better known rock formations. It's hard to find a duck in the snow. Thanks to the road closure, we were the only people up there enjoying the fresh snow and chilly air.
We camped out in the snow that night and woke to see this lovely sight out the side window of the truck:
But that's enough snow. We drove down out of the mountains over to Cochise Stronghold and had a great hike in the warm sun.
Chiricahua's in the distance, driving out of Cochise Stronghold
Curtis got to exercise his off-roading skills on the way through the mountains over to our campsite for the night in the middle of some ranchland. We fell asleep to the sounds of cows mooing and coyotes calling.
Lights of Tombstone and Sierra Vista (I think) in the distance
Curtis had his sights set on climbing Ewephoria on the Sheepshead rock at Cochise (don't ask me why it's call Sheephead; it doesn't look anything like a sheep). It's the big formation on the right:
So we patiently waited for the sun to rise enough to reach around the corner and warm the climb, then started our hike in, excited for the warm day and the great views we would get from the top.
Then the clouds moved in. . .
The group ahead of us bailed after the first pitch. That should have been a warning flag. Curtis lead the climb while I huddled in the shade down below, shivering in my puffy coat. By the time I started climbing, I was half numb and had to huddle in big cracks to get out of the wind. Meanwhile, I was wondering how I would break the news to Curtis that I would not be climbing the remaining 4 pitches when he called down to say as soon as I got up to him, we would be going back down. That was all the motivation I needed. I groveled up to him and we took a few shots before rappelling down to much warmer ground.
At least our hike out was nice and warm and we had a short drive back to Bisbee where we could warm up. We're settled in until after Christmas, enjoying the area. We've been to Tombstone and Sierra Vista and wandered all over Bisbee to see the sights. I'll get some good shots of the downtown area to share with you all while it's still decorated and festive for Christmas. That's all for now!
P.S. very sad to report that I finished the latest George R.R. Martin book: A Dance with Dragons. Now starts the long wait until the next one :(
Tombstone
Glorious description of Curtis's fall and the resulting aftermath... glad you are ok but your post cracked me up.
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