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Capturing The Moment — Breakfast Along The Trail   Leave a comment

East End Park-8449-2 blog“Breakfast Along The Trail” — Image by kenne

Feathers left behind
There’s one winner, one loser
Life on the balance.

— kenne

 

Window To The Sky, A Magical Mystery World   1 comment

Mammonth-Rock Creek2006-08-06-15 II blogRock Creek Trail To A Series Of Little Lakes In Sierra Nevada– Image by kenne

Chasing Life’s Horizons

Ain’t nothing better

than hiking through

a window in the sky —

the air is fresh,

the sky is blue,

a magical mystery

in a world of horizons

far as the eye can see.

Chased by every hiker,

a vision soon

left behind

only to be replaced

by another

magical mystery.

kenne

A Flower Seen Along The Trail Today   6 comments

Lower Butterfly Trail to Leopold Point July 2013

Lower Butterfly Trail to Leopold Point July 2013I tried to identify this flower in fireflyforest.com, but no luck. — Images by kenne

Water Adds To Both Life and Death   Leave a comment

Butterfly Trail July 2013Hiking down the trail before the rain

Butterfly Trail July 2013Caught in the rain on the way back up the trail, the colors jump at me. Water adds to both life and death. — Image by kenne

being in the forest
nurtured by water
drops
maintains life
adding to
nature’s beauty

a fallen dead tree
blocking the trail
cut
opening the path
leaving behind
an artifact

kenne

Hiking The Aspen Trail Ten Years Out   3 comments

Aspen Loop July 2013The Aspen Loop trail starts and ends in Marshall Gulch on Mount Lemmon. Part of this trail contains recovering forest from the Aspen Wildfire, which burned parts of Mount Lemmon ten years ago.

Aspen Loop July 2013Before the fire, much of Mount Lemmon was a thick forest.

Aspen Loop July 2013After the fire, aspen and New Mexico locust were quick to take over the forest.

Aspen Loop July 2013When removing a fallen pine from the trail, one creative volunteer cut a seat for resting in the shade.

Aspen Loop July 2013As the burned forest ages, each year the tall pines succumb to nature.

Aspen Loop July 2013Volunteers are busy removing trail obstructions, which will include trees like this one

Aspen Loop July 2013Hiking up the Aspen Trail.

Aspen Loop July 2013Plenty of room to shelter.

Aspen Loop July 2013
Now ten years out, the slow-growing pines are becoming more established.

Aspen Loop July 2013The signs of recovery are all around.

Aspen Loop July 2013Images by kenne

“In climbing a mountain,
if we persevere, we reach the summit;
we get, you might say, to the point.
Once on the mountaintop
there is nothing to do but come down again. . .

Descending the mountain
we enter by degrees into a friendlier,
more comfortable, more human environment —
forest, rushing streams, sunny meadows —
and soon hear the cowbells,
see the villages and the roads,
all that is familiar and reassuring.”

— Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire: A Season In The Wilderness

SCVN Friday Hike On The Oracle Ridge Trail #1(June 14, 2013)   4 comments

Oracle Ridge #1 SCVN HikeOracle Ridge Trail, View South Toward Mount Lemmon (Since I Was Leading This Year’s Hike,This Is An Image From Last Year) — Image by kenne

Oracle Ridge Trail #1

Once a trail
through the Mount Lemmon Forest,
shaded by tall ponderosas
until the trail reached the ridge
where the only shade
was from large alligator junipers.

This picture made it a favorite
of many southern Arizona hikers,
till ten years ago
the ridge was charred
by the Aspen Wildfire,
leaving only minds eye images.

Now, ten years out
many blacken trees remain
as new aspen, pine seedlings
and New Mexico locust
bring back the green
to the ridge.

Always a moderately
difficult trail on the return,
the loss of shade
has made it less inviting
to those looking for 
a cool retreat from 
the desert heat below —

still #1 for some.

kenne

Short iPhone Video Clip At Dan’s Saddle Where We Rested Under Sparse Shade Before Starting Our Return Up The Ridge.

Phil Bentley Playing The Harp

It Is Dry, Dry, Dry   1 comment

Turkey Run to Aspen Draw Trail

Turkey Run to Aspen Draw Trail

While hiking the very dusty Aspen Draw Trail on Mount Lemmon I saw my first columbine flower of the summer. It was one of the few wildflowers currently blooming on the mountain. It is very dry in the Santa Catalinas. Much of the trail has a top layer of gray power dust. The summer rains are needed to help bring on the wildflowers. The few that have appeared are short in height and the blooms aren’t lasting very long.

Last summer this blog probably had too many columbine images because they are so irresistible. I hope I will soon be able to post a beautiful fresh-looking columbine.

Here are two links to posts last June:

https://kenneturner.com/2012/06/14/capturing-the-moment-golden-columbine/

https://kenneturner.com/2012/07/03/one-of-my-favorite-wildflowers-golden-columbine/

kenne

Turkey Run to Aspen Draw TrailImages by kenne

 

Hiking The Bug Springs Trail   2 comments

Bug Springs April 2013Images by kenne

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Slideshow of Monday Morning Milers Hiking The Bug Springs Trail (Elevation — 5,000 to 6,500 ft) — Images by kenne

Split Rock — “The Rock Cries Out To Us Today”   1 comment

Green Mountain TrailSplit Rock — Image by kenne

The Rock Cries Out To Us Today

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers–
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot…
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours–your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes,
Into your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning. 

Maya Angelou

Hiking The Italian Springs Trail In Reddington Pass   Leave a comment

Italian Springs 2013These images represent the last of several postings containing photos taken during the March 18th,
Monday Morning Milers hike on Italian Springs trail inReddington Pass. Images by kenne

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Capturing The Moment — Snow Off The Desert Trail   2 comments

Snow 2013

Snow Off The Desert Trail — Image by kenne

Just as the snow was melting,
I stumbled upon a desert trail
Free of snow-covered brush.

A trail beaten by foot and hoof,
Warmer than the air above
A winding path near the wash. 

Providing a picture of contrasts,
To which the passing eye catches
Creating an image for the painter.

kenne

Hiking Blackett’s Ridge In The Light Of The Full Moon   5 comments

At the end of one of our naturalists training sessions last October, Phil Bentley said he would be hiking Blackett’s Ridge late the following day to see the sunset and the full-moon rise on top of Blackett’s Ridge in Sabino Canyon, then hike down in the moonlight. Cool idea, I thought.  As it turned out, I got the gathering time wrong, so Phil and I did the moonlight hike, but not together. It was a gorgeous moonlit night. (Click here for posting on last October’s hike.)

Since October, we have talked about doing the moonlight hike again. Last week we agree to do another moonlit hike, this time together, with an invitation being sent to all SCVN.

Debbie and Jerry

At the gathering time in the Sabino Canyon’s center parking lot, with Phil as our leader, Debbie and Jerry Bird, Tim Ralph and I set off to see another beautiful sunset to the west over the Tucson Mountains and full-moon rising over the Rincon Mountains.

With the skies partly cloudy, we couldn’t help but ponder the “what if’s” of more clouds moving in. The sun continued to occasionally peep through the broken clouds to the west, but the clouds to the east were minus the “broken” adjective.

The amount of clouds created a photographic challenge, but not to be daunted, I persisted capturing a few photos, all be they are dark and ominous — probably of things to come.

Phil playing his harp and Tim taking photos — Images by kenne

With the sun setting, and minus the expected moonlight, darkness was coming on quickly. Having a bite to eat and some water, while Phil serenaded us on his harp, we decided to start the hike down the ridge. The return pace was slow, as we stepped carefully down the steep slopes and navigated the many trail switchbacks. With little light, at times the footing was treacherous, and as fate would have it, on one of steep slopes, while placing my right foot on solid rock ground, I place my left foot on what turned out to be loose gravel — down I went, quickly pulling my camera to the front of my body. Because of the downward angle of the trail, it was a short fall on my butt. However, my backward momentum carried me into a large prickly pear cactus, an encounter not expected. Even with three layers of clothing, many of the prickly pear spines penetrated my upper left arm. I’m now award that this cactus comes armed with two kinds of spines; large, smooth, fixed spines and small, hairlike prickles called glochids. Removing my wind-breaker removed many of the glochids, but most of the large spines remained in my arm, since our only source of light was a flashlight. So, the spine removal task became Joy’s upon my return home. What’s the saying, “There’s always a first time for everything.” So be it! In case you are wondering, we are already considering another moonlit hike. 

kenne

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