Deserts and Lakes

Surprise, AZ
Moochdocking


We have been out of touch for a couple months as we were so busy helping take care of family and getting warranty work done on the 5er (more on that in a later post), that I just could not catch up.  Now that it's May and we're back in California where we started, I'm working on it!

We were staying at Steve's Dad's place in Surprise, AZ, just NW of Phoenix for the month.  While we were there we needed to have the warranty work done on our rig before the 1 year mark (yes, it's almost a year!) and we took a couple of trips with some really good friends of ours.

It turned out to be a real eye opener as his dad and stepmom are both in the mid 80s and he has Alzheimers and other health issues and she is his round the clock caretaker.  Well she had gotten a very bad virus just as we got back from our first trip and I assumed that roll as Bunny could not get out of bed and was very ill.  I have added checking blood and giving insulin shots to my resume.  His dad takes mountains of pills and we had quite the struggle getting the correct ones doled out at the correct times.  That's 8 times a day.  And since he's also diabetic, he must eat at certain times.  This made for a very stressful and busy month.  Later in the month she caught the same bug and I once again took over.  I certainly don't mind and we were thankful to have been there when needed, but it sure became obvious some changes needed to be made so that some others could take over if needed.  We developed a type of back-up plan with lists of medications, when taken, etc.  Names of doctors, family and so on.

 

On our first mini-trip out we went in search of gold.  Yes, there is gold in them thar hills.  Did we hit the motherlode?  Well, let's say Steve won't be quitting his day job any time soon!  We enjoyed 4- wheeling around the numerous dirt roads with cactus everywhere and long abandoned cabins.

 

 

 

 

  

Doug & Dotty!!

 

Spring is here big time and besides the allergies that took us by surprise were the beautiful flowers.  Everywhere!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ocotillo starting to bloom.  One of my favorites. 

  

In 1863, the same year that Henry Wickenburg discovered the Vulture mine, Pauline Weaver, a famous western prospector and scout, led a group of people organized by Abraham Harlow Peeples from Yuma into central Arizona Territory.
One night they killed three antelope beside a creek under the rocky hilltop. When some of the party searched for gold by the creek, a man named Alvaro clambered to the top of the hill and found gold nuggets. The creek was named Antelope Creek, the canyon on the east side of the hill became Weaver Gulch, and  the top of the hill that contained the ore became Rich Hill.
Three cities surrounded Rich Hill: Stanton, Weaver and Octave. Weaver was a colorful city named after Pauline Weaver who found rich gold ore on Rich Hill.
When the gold ore was depleted, the popular community of Weaver became a dangerous place and made the town of Stanton appear to be a nice place. Weaver became a hide out for thugs, con-men, deadbeats and killers. Some of them were hired by Charles Stanton in his fight for power.
Weaver's post office was established May 26, 1899 and was discontinued April 19, 1900 because it was also moved to nearby Octave. After 30 years with non law the gangs were definitely haunted out and Weaver became ghost town.  -- (taken from the apcrp.org website)

More and more rattlesnakes enjoying the sun besides us.

 

Those that know me know I don't care diddly about snakes.  But heaven forbid a bee or wasp buzzes anywhere near me and I'll be gone faster than you can blink.  This wonderful weather brought swarms of bees to this area.  Two went by right over our heads that day.  Swarms, not two individual bees!  Very loud and scary!  I know that sound and I didn't wait around to see where they were.  I ran straight for the truck both times so of course I didn't get any pictures.  YUCK!

Another day we went to a beautiful little lake called Goldwater near Prescott and had a great time kayaking.

Spring blossoms.

 

It was much nicer to share our surroundings with the ducks instead of the bees.

 

We also drove up to Gerome and did some geocacheing.

What a great trip!

The Amazing Flat Iron Hike!

Apache Junction, AZ
Lost Dutchman State Park

 

The Superstition Mountains

Flat Iron Peak in the distance (the middle peak with the white stripe through the middle)

I heard about hiking Flat Iron Peak from other bloggers and more recently, from Curt of Camp Lowry.  Check out his blog to read about his hike up Flat Iron: Camp Lowry.

Here is a description of the hike from the internet:
The Siphon Draw trail to the Flatiron in the Superstition Mountains is a challenging hike for even the most avid hiker. If you like gentle switchbacks, this trail is not for you. There are no switchbacks on this trail; it goes straight up! You gain just under 3,000 feet of elevation, most of which is in the last 1 mile of the trail.  A bit of trail finding skill is required or you will get into some nasty scree and precipitous rock faces. Be careful not to go up something you can't get down from. Just before topping out is a ten foot section nearly vertical. (This is where I ran in to trouble, more on this later)

Distance (round trip): 5.85 miles
Elevation Gain: 2900 ft.

Since we have been at much lower elevations circumventing the US shores, I did some shorter hikes to bump up my hiking elevation.  I really felt it at first and wasn't too sure I'd have enough time to acclimate.  But I decided to go for it and do my best.  At least I heard I wouldn't have to worry about rattlesnakes on Flat Iron as it would be too cold for them up there.  I saw two on the lower trails so far.

Can you see her all coiled up in the center of the grass?

Well click on this and you can hear her.  How do I know it's a her?


Because HE slithered across the trail in front of me and they mated. 

This was by far the most difficult and challenging hike I've done.  Since I was by myself, I had to be my own cheer squad as well as be careful that I didn't do more than I was capable of or comfortable with. Straight up the mountain on Siphon Draw trail. (trail to the top!)   So I got up early and was on the trail so I would have less time in the hot sun.  I started up Siphon Draw Trailhead.  Here I go!     Passed a Horny Toad on the way.     Enjoying the cactus on the flat, very short part of the trail.   Looks like a tall rabbit holding something.   Love the blooming trees.   Looking back as I head up the "easy" part.  Those little white things are the trailers. It's already getting warm and I'm looking forward to catching up to the shadows. It's hard to show how this trail gets steeper.  This is the lower, easier part. Yep, that's where I'm headed! This is Flat Iron at the top.  Amazing to think that I could be standing at the top of this! The trail has been easy to follow so far.  Soon, it will pretty much disappear and you have to be careful to follow the few trail markers, smooth spots along the rocks, worn branches, etc.  There were a few spots where I wasn't sure which way to go.  Luckily there aren't many choices and I didn't have to backtrack much.   You really need a good pair of boots to climb over all the rocks and boulders. Up, up and up! Beautiful flowers and views that many never see.  I feel privileged. I do a lot of hiking on my own and I don't mind it.  It's a great time of reflection for me.  Very soul cleansing.  So much satisfaction to make it to the top and back down.  If you're not a hiker, it's hard to explain I guess.  No I don't worry about being attacked by people.  You're more likely to get attacked in a grocery store parking lot.  If I was to worry it would be  about wild animals, but I am aware of my surroundings and take precautions.  I don't put myself in dangerous situations.  I'm in pretty good shape, I know my limits and I am prepared.  Steve knows where I'm going and when I should be back.  I know that I can expect to pass a handful of people on this trail, so I won't be alone all the time.  Hikers tend to look out for each other. It's really getting steep now and being in the wash, there isn't much shade anymore.  I'm coming up to the giant bowl, or Bowling Alley as it's known.  The size of it is amazing.  When there have been recent rains, you can imagine where all the water goes.  There is a waterfall in this area during rains.  I have not seen anyone until this part of the trail. Can you see the two guys in the center of the bowl?  How about that gorgeous view of Flat Iron above it?  Crazy to think I will be up there!   And now it's my turn.  It's beautiful, pink rock.  Very smooth and not as easy to hike up as it looks.  I remember what our friend, Curt, said as we hiked in New Mexico, "Trust the boots!".  I chatted with a couple of other guys taking a break here by a small pond of water.  One has done this hike a few times and tells me I still have 2 or 3 hours to the top.  My heart is pounding and I need to take more breaks now to catch my breath.         I made it to the top of the bowl. Look at that view looking back down.  I'm feeling pretty good but I have a long way to go.  The views are breathtaking all around me.    As I climb higher, the trail now disappears and you have to look carefully for the markers. This is an easy one.  Some are almost impossible to see or find. It's really hard to convey how steep it is now or the size of the rocks we have to climb or crawl over. This guys is already on his way down. Yes, this is part of the trail.   On my many breaks, I enjoy listening to the birds singing and chirping.  I'm surprised how many there are up here.  I hear the sounds of rock popping and sliding down the steep mountainside.  I wonder if it's someone who's lost their footing and falling?  Then across from me I see a Big Horn Sheep.  Just bouncing up and over all these boulders that I'm climbing over huffing and puffing.    He's hard to see, but he's in the middle.  Enlarge the video below of the Big Horn Sheep as much as you can.  You'll see him moving in the center of the screen.  Pay close attention to the first few seconds and you'll hear the rocks breaking away and falling over the edge. Incredible sound! Really?  I have to climb up this?  Much of the "trail" now consists of rock climbing.  You search for places to grab, hang on and find footings.  This is the kind of stuff I see in movies, but normally would not consider doing.  You don't have to worry about cliffs, but falling down these faces wouldn't be pleasant either.  Sometimes you have to wedge yourself in between rocks and wiggle and push your way up.  I'll tell ya, my arms were getting a work out!  Some people wore gloves.  I didn't think I'd need them, but by time I got to the top I wish I had as my hands were scraped and raw.  Most of the time the way up is simply by process of elimination as there really isn't any other way up! More boulders to scramble over. Look how close I am!  My legs are shaky and I'm pretty tired.  I've gone up a few walls that tested my limits of what I'm comfortable with.  Always keeping in mind, and not looking forward to it, that I also had to come back DOWN. This is the last picture before I "hit the wall". Then it happened.  I was at the bottom of the last wall.  I can't believe I'm almost there!  Twenty more feet! I looked and looked and could not figure how I'd get up.  A guy that I'd been hiking with off/on at the end popped over the top to tell me to climb to the right, it was easier.  Then he was gone. The wall had large crevices cut in it. I tried twice to climb and shimmy up.  I couldn't find anywhere to get a hand or foothold so I climbed back down and tried the other side.  Nope.  After trying 2 more times, it seemed I needed longer arms and legs.  I was so tired, my hands were swollen and ached and my leg muscles were burning.  I plopped on the ground, rested a bit and ate some lunch.  I tried once more before deciding that it just wasn't going to happen.  Wasn't my day.  I needed a boost or a rope.  I was so bummed and tried not to cry.  I'm about 10 frickin feet from the top of the most strenuous hike with the most amazing view, and I just can't do it.  Once I got over my disappointment I decided to head back down.  My legs were so like spaghetti and going down was hard.  My knees wanted to give out.  Some areas were so steep and scary that butt scooting was the safest way down.    Two gals were coming down behind me.  A mother and daughter.  Mom's first time but daughter, Jamey, has climbed Flat Iron a few times. We chatted a bit and they invited me to join them on the way down.  I was happy to have the company and we could help each other down. You see different things going the opposite direction.
Well this was the first time I couldn't finish a hike.  First time I could not say "Veni, vidi, vici"  (I came, I saw, I conquered) - Sad Face -  I'm still proud of what I was able to do, by myself, but I will come back next year and give it another go!!