Here's a random set of pictures from recent Tucson explorations.
We climbed Mount Wrightson, south of Tucson - nice area! I could easily see training up there, with an easy approach and parking, lots of trees, and good trails for quickly getting up high.
Also occasional mining-related sights:
View of the top of the mountain:
Microspikes came in handy that day:
Apparently we ascended up to 9453 feet:
Wonderful place to admire the surrounding desert and topography:
We took the Super Trail down, enjoying the roundabout and less-steep trail. There's an odd set of trees across the way to admire too:
John's parents came to visit! Welcome to Tucson, Jenny and Jerry. John took us to one of his favorite places, a park where he can practice flying his drone.
It's up there somewhere...
Don't look now:
It is pretty amazing what this thing can do.
The Desert Museum has been on our list for a while, so this seemed like a good group activity. Amidst all the interesting animals and plants, there is also some great art:
Definitely go for the raptor free flight, where various birds get to spend time playing around, enjoying some exercise and training. Jenny and Jerry had good seats for a visit with a raven:
The owl is spectacular, silently swooping over everyone's heads and sort of glaring:
John got a great picture of one of the Harris Hawks coming in for a landing:
The Tucson Botanical Garden is full of all shapes (and sharpness) of desert plants, so much to see in such a small space:
It's either Halloween or Saguaro freeze protection:
Not one of our better selfie attempts:
Playing around with perspective:
We really liked the butterfly enclosure (plus it was warm inside):
Snack time for butterflies:
Thanks for coming to see us, y'all!
The next weekend we drove west to Anza Borrego and a super fun 2-day, 4-event orienteering meet. This is the only picture we got (in Borrego Springs), at least it's a pretty good one!
And finally, an attempt to climb Mica Mountain. This one looks benign, with a gentle flat top, featuring the challenge of a lot of miles to get there (13+ miles one-way). John started with me but the whole endeavor was a bit too big for him at the moment. Or maybe he was happy staying out of the snow for once.
I hustled up to the saddle and then started up the ridge where I found the white stuff. And the first turkey tracks I have seen since the Catskills! Giant arrows pointing to where the birds came from:
Not a lot of people had been up there recently, but I was mostly able to follow the trail. The snow condition was about perfect, quite firm. I carried snowshoes and spikes, and although I might have occasionally gone a little faster with the snowshoes on, I didn't bother.
Near the top there was a bunch of little ice chunks in the trees tinkling down all around me:
The "trail" just before Spud Rock:
At Spud I lost the trail heading, didn't find another marker, and decided I was out of time for the day. I could see over to the very top, perhaps half a mile away and across a small saddle. Instead, I turned around and had a fun run down in the snow. The Mica summit will have to be an adventure for another time!