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My Weekly Mountain Sojourn   Leave a comment

Golden Columbine-3197 blog IIGolden Columbine On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

We drive the twisting
Catalina Highway
leaving the desert
for alpine forests 
on Mt. Lemmon —  
one hour away. 

Today I guide hikers
on the Aspen Draw
trail among the tall trees
next to the steep slopes
of Mt. Lemmon Ski Valley —
north America’s southernmost.

Wildflowers of the Sky Islands
are in full bloom celebrating
the summer monsoon rains
below the towering conifers —
temperate species of
Apache pine and Chihuahuan pine.

Recent heavy rains
have eroded the trail
exposing trees roots
not always easy to see
in shadows on the trail —
I reminded the hikers.

Moving with more speed
on the downhill return
careful of foot but
not careful enough
as I tripped over a root
now shouldering the pain.

— kenne

 

Sonoran Desert Monsoon Sunset   1 comment

Monsoon Sunset blogSonoran Desert Monsoon Sunset (Tucson Arizona) — Image by kenne

The monsoon is here

rolling over the mountains

soaking the desert.

— kenne

Not Waiting For The Monsoon   1 comment

Waiting for the Monsoon blogImage by kenne

Each day we move on

because life doesn’t wait.

— kenne

 

 

The Ghosts of Monsoons Past   Leave a comment

Control Road to Crystal SpringGrunge Art by kenne

 

Human Misery

The clock that strikes five before the sun –
A dark horror grips lonely people,
In the evening-garden bleak trees swish,
The dead one’s countenance stirs at the window.
Perhaps this hour stands still.
Before dull eyes blue images flutter
To the rhythm of the ships, which rock in the river.
At the wharf a row of nuns blows by.
Pale and blind girls play in the hazel bush,
Like lovers, who embrace in sleep.
Perhaps flies sing around a carcass there,
Perhaps also a child weeps in the mother’s lap.
From hands asters sink blue and red,
The youth’s mouth slips away strange and wise;
And eyelids flutter fear-confused and quiet;
Through fevered blackness a scent of bread blows.
It seems one also hears horrible screaming;
Bones shimmer through decayed walls.
An evil heart laughs loudly in beautiful rooms;
A dog runs past a dreamer.
An empty coffin gets lost in the darkness.
A room wants to light up palely for the murderer,
Meanwhile, lanterns are smashed in the night’s storm.
Laurel adorns the noble one’s white temple.

— Georg Trakl

Blooming Century Plant (Agave) I   1 comment

Control Road to Crystal SpringBlooming Century Plant (Agave) — Computer Painting by kenne

Sonoran Monsoon Season

The monsoon season is here.
Triple digit temperatures,
with cool mornings and
daylight at 5:00 a.m. —
perfect for a morning run,
as the sun rises casting 
long shadows and silhouettes
of white-winged doves atop
the giant saguaro cactus.

Many years ago we 
took a risk on love,
then seven years ago
we took a risk on life and
moved to the Sonora Desert.
Many thought we were crazy,
maybe we were at the time,
after all, what is life
without some risk.

Seven years of desert monsoons
have brought us closer to nature,
now more connected to life
we appreciate each day
and the opportunities
to continue taking risks,
increasing our capacity
to live life in unsuspected and
unpredictable ways.

— kenne

Friday Hike Rained Out, A Photo Essay   10 comments

Friday morning, July 1st, a little before 8:00am we stood in the McDonald’s parking lot
looking up at the dark clouds over the Santa Catalina mountains.
This is our regular meeting place before driving the 25 miles up to
Mt. Lemmon for the SCVN (Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists) summer guided hikes.

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Only, this Friday morning there were just the three guides, Maribeth, Maureen and myself.
Others who may have been planning to hike on Mt. Lemmon, probably
took one look out the window deciding it was not a good day for hiking.

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This Friday’s scheduled hike was to be a six mile hike starting at the Ski Valley parking lot,
hiking a loop of Aspen Drew, Lemmon and Meadow trails starting at 9:00am.

After a brief discussion, we decided to cancel the hike. However,
since all the SCVN summer hikes are posted in the Arizona Daily Star,
as the lead guide, I would need to drive to Ski Valley letting those who may
still be planning on hiking know that the hike had been cancelled.

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As somewhat expected, the weather conditions got worse as I drove up Catalina Highway.
The conditions kept changing rapidly from mist, thick fog, to rain.

When I arrived at the Ski Valley parking lot, there were five vehicles
with about twelve people preparing to hike. At closer look,
I didn’t recognize anyone,
so I ask if they were there to do the SCVN led hike —
no, they were members of the Southern Arizona Hiking Club.
The conversation ended quickly as we were beginning to experience a heavy downpour.

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The rain lasted long enough for the hiking club members to call off their hike.
It didn’t help that the temperature was 55 wet degrees.

Ironically, the Southern Arizona Hiking Club had been planning on doing
the same combination of trails as SCVN had scheduled.

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Now that my task was completed, I started my drive back, stopping at the Summerhaven public restrooms.

I was hoping to get a cup of coffee in Summerhaven, but that would have to wait till getting back down the mountain.

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In the summertime, the monsoon weather can change quickly, bringing plenty of lightening, wind, hail and rain.

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For the return drive, the fog had lifted and the thick clouds had begun to breakup.
Since I had plenty of time, what better used of it than to stop now and then takeing photos.

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In the distance beyond the last ridge is the Tucson basin. Arriving home after 10:30am, I could see very dark clouds moving into the Tucson area. By mid-day we had received 1.8 inches of rain. What a great way to begin July and the monsoon season in the desert.

— kenne

 

The Last Of The Monsoon   Leave a comment

Last of the Monsoon_edit blog“The Last Of The Monsoon, 2014” Image by kenne

 Take hope
desert land,
sleeping sun
blinks
behind the 
clouds.

Dark light,
you wink
at me,
fading sky,
blue heaven,
summer night.

Souls hiding
in red passion
echoes 
of late love
heard in 
distant voices.

My soul
is ripe
in mystery,
an illusion
grounded
in thought.

Night’s here
pushing down
under desert
trees
dependent on
water
left behind.

— kenne

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