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Old Baldy And A Poem I Will Never Write   Leave a comment

Super Trail Vista (1 of 1)-5Hiking The Super Trail On Mt. Wrightson — This image by kenne is of Old Baldy from the Josephine Saddle.

Thinking about a poem I’ll never write.
With gut on wood and hide, and plucking thumb,
Grope and stutter for the words, invent a tune,
In any tongue, this moment one time true
Be wine of blood or rhythm drives it through —
A leap of words to things and there it stops.

— from the poem “A Stone Garden” by Gary Snyder

Appalachian Mountain Club Hike Mt Wrightson In Madera Canyon   Leave a comment

Appalachian Mountain Club Hike Mt Wrightson In Madera Canyon — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images to see larger view in slideshow format.)

This hike by the Appalachian Mountain Club (AMC) was their last in the Tucson area. We are pleased to have been able to hike with them and share our (SCVN) knowledge and experience of hiking the trails of southern Arizona.

This is the last in a series of postings on the AMC visit to the Sonoran Desert, so let’s remember for a moment . . .

Let’s remember for a moment,
the trail head gatherings,
the greetings, the smiles,
the joy of another hike.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the steep climbs, the switchbacks,
the majestic views at the top,
the masterful returns.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the trail fellowship,
sharing who we are
and common interests.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the pools near mountain trails,
resting tired feet in the cold water,
watching others jump in.

Let’s remember the moment,
the hike alone ridges of granite
and the juxtapositions of water-loving
and drought-tolerating plants.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the rich biodiversity of the Sonoran Desert
which the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
illustrates through its ecological theater.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the images captured by
our mind’s eye,
lasting images to share.

Let’s remember for a moment,
that which we have added
to life’s experiences forming
a better understanding of self.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the desire, the drive to see 
what lies just over the next ridge,
on the other side of the mountain.

Let’s remember for a moment,
lots of mountains, few streams —
all dry this time of year, and my
turning back at the base of Old Baldy.

Let’s remember for a moment,
my friends from New England,
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.” *

— kenne

* Edward Abbey

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