Looking out over Phoenix from the top of Camelback.

That's Phoenix behind me. From the top of Camelback Mountain. Photo compliments of the Happy Hiking Buddy -- © 2005. 

My ugly desk. 

Me

Wow -- that's me on the phone. Photo © 2005. One of either Nancy Brown or Foster Curry took this photo. I don't know because I was looking the other way.

What is there to say about this? Near Crystal Spring Reservoir in California. 

Ru

Roo -- or Ru was from New Zealand -- he was good -- one of the guides. He took good care of me. Colorado River -- September 2005. 

Kapow! -- Jeff Foote telling a story to Shelly Lake and I. 

Jeff Foott photographs the Patagonia wearing science girl (I didn't get her name -- sorry) , and Jack Dykinga kabitzes. Colorado River at the confluence of the Little Colorado. September 2005. 

The Little Colorado enters the Colorado. The mud is the Little C. that was the last of the clear water. Colorado River, September 2005. 

Shelley Lake hiking over to visit me and look through the lens. Colorado River, September 2005. 

My Notes Suck

This is East of the confluence of the Little Colorado. On the Colorado River. 

Weeping Spring

Weeping spring and Monkey Flowers on the Colorado River, September 2005. 

Big River, Small Boats

Marble Canyon, The Colorado River, September 2005 

Shan Creek near Grants Pass, OR in flood state. I didn't actually realize I was shooting a video.

Cattle Egret. Kern National Wildlife Refuge, CA. 

God Beams, Palm Desert in California.

On the Ipod: Jesse Colin Young, Ridgetop

The Broken Car

So I have a broken car. Everything is fine with the car except the window doesn't quite work right. So it has spent a night in the shop.

Date: 1 August 2006
Miles Riding: 23.43
Weather: 100°F.
Average: 13.0
Bike: Commuter
Ipod: Fleetwood Mac, Homeward Bound
August Bike Mileage: 23.43

Date: 2 August 2006
Miles Riding: 10.00
Weather: 89°F.
Average 14.7
Bike: Road
Ipod: The Ronettes, Be My Baby
August Bike Mileage: 33.42

Open Up Your Pearly Gates

It's official. For those of you that haven't figured it out yet, I am leaving this desert wonderland for San Francisco in about two weeks. I can't quite imagine my life without the wilderness out the front door. But today, I left one of the largest employers in the world for one of the smallest. I've accepted a good position with a startup in San Francisco. It is with a certain sadness that I leave Mesa. I have been here a short two years, yet there is a long list of friends and acquaintances with which I must say goodbye. There are some folks I will miss, the new Jane, grocery store girlfriend, the ever happy hiking buddy, that guy Dan, coffee shop girlfriend, and the Meca Men. There are some I wish would join me. There's a bunch of other folks on this list. It's sad to leave these people behind.

But, then again. It's easy to get excited about San Francisco. I'll be working South of Market -- so I can get a place in the Mission or South of Market -- and ride to work. The food is really good. And there's art and the arts. And then there's the weather. And all the other people with bikes. I'll be able to wear my hair in dreadlocks or wear purple tights under my cutoff jeans, or just something simple like wearing shorts to work. There will be Jazz and open air cafes, and did I mention that the food is good? I could go on.

Ahead -- Options to exercise and hard work to do, all amidst the joyous clamour of a real city. And within miles of my family. Could I live in North Beach, Chinatown, Russian Hill, Japantown? Is there a French quarter? Je voudrais une tasse de cafe, si'l vous plait? Merci!

I know you will recognize this chocolate slurry as the Mouth of the Little Colorado River near the confluence with the Big C. We are hearing a lot of reports that it might flood. 

Oh Baby!

Oh! The outrage. Doesn't make much sense to me. Thanks to the Bike Riding Donut Guy for the link to that.

CM San Francisco

Photo by reinvented, shamelessly stolen.

Critical Mass, last Friday of the Month, 6:00 PM, Justin Herman Plaza, San Francisco, CA, be there. Coined the "Dog Turd Fountain" by Herb Caen the Vaillancourt Fountain is one of my all time favorite pieces of plop.

Here are some photos from last week at sfPartyParty.


And then there's the lego version of the fountain. Don't miss the lego photographer risking his life at the top center.

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First Water TH to Hackberry Springs

There are several routes to Hackberry Springs, several of my favorites are on this map. I find this best done as a loop hIke and can range from three to six miles depending on the route. I prefer the Garden Valley trail to a point just past the start of the Black Mesa trail, where the trail to Hackberry Springs heads off to the left. Today, however, we went up the easterly fork of the First Water creek, and returned by the route over the saddle between Hackberry Spring and Hackberry Mesa for a total of something less than 4 miles.



First Water Creek. Biggest part of today's effort was crossing the creek. Which we did about 25 times. I have never seen running water in this.






Near Hackberry Spring. We would have had to get wet to get to the actual spring.


Again near the Spring.





These pictures don't do the beauty of First Water Canyon any justice. The color of the lichen or moss on the rock today was a rich green.



This is the view from the saddle toward Four Peaks.


I think the rain encourages the Cholla pads to jump off the plant! Look how far that one jumped.


The Praying Hands are on the right.


© 2006 The Happy Hiking Buddy.

Although it didn't really rain on us during this hike it was drizzly at the outset and very humid throughout. Mosquitoes and no see-ums were alive and in a biting mood. I was literally drenched with sweat at the end of this hike because of the humidity.

Although I didn't think to take a picture of Weaver's Needle, there is a good view of it near the end of this loop.

The Wind Without a Name

Red Wall Cavern


Ocotillo


Is that Mt McDowell?


Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument

Today's a day of impending change; change of place, change of time, change of promise, change of venue. A change is in the wind.

On August 31 I will end my contract here in Mesa. I will leave the home of the dark helicopters and return to my aboriginal homeland. It is a bittersweet melancholy, the taste of the desert in my mouth, the windblown dust of an Haboob riding on the toe nails of a monsoon, potentially a thunderstorm, the smell of ozone in the air. The knowledge that Sunday's hike to Hackberry Springs may be the last time I get to walk through that steep canyon made up of the tuf layer with it's lichen orange and green-- a castled epiphany to the desert's glory. Me, literally walking in a huge river bed, an absolutely dry river bed in a lush green desert, surrounded by this glory. Arizona has grown to become part of me -- it has become part of who I am. I am going to miss it here. Jill sums it up really well.

Although the wind has a name in Southern California -- the famous Santa Ana wind -- the wind in Northern California remains nameless. It has no name. Perhaps that nameless wind will blow me back this way again. Perhaps it is just called fog.

Date: 28 July 2006
Miles Riding: 10.69
Weather: 92°F.
Bike: Road
Ipod: Indigo Girls, Walk Away
July Bike Mileage: 95.16

Desert Rat Tortoise.

Photo © 2006 The Happy Hiking Buddy.

So today -- we hiked the Wind Cave Trail in the Usery Mountains. It's a nice little climb; 6 or 700 ft verticle over about a mile and a half. We saw the fountain blasting away in Fountain hills some 30 or fourty miles away.

We reminisced about our first hike together, either one or two years ago on the second of July. Starting at 6 AM we hiked the Bluff Springs Loop in the Superstition Wilderness. By the time we finished the 11 mile loop, it was 109 degrees and 11:30. That first hike was almost the hardest hike we have done together.

The picture above was taken at the car, where a critical decision was made to leave the camera in the car. I regretted this later when I found a Desert Tortoise on the trail. It was a young one. About one quarter the size of this one I saw at Joshua Tree several years ago.


We talked about how we better go do that hike again.

Mileage Walking: 3.2
Weather: 93°F. cool!!