Welcome to Arizona, where summer spends the winter — and hell spends the summer. A "locals" aphorism.
Hans and Lisa rolled into our boondock camp at the appointed rendezvous time. We were supposed to meet up Saturday, but seems Mother Nature dropped an atomic snow-bomb on Prescott.
As they donned packs I handed them two trash bags each...the scented ones...and said we might need these if the river's still up.
Not too bad, but most of us were wearing low-tops.
So this is a repeat of the previous hike only with new people...which kinda makes it a new hike.
It turns out, Lisa and Hans love this kind of desert as much as we do. It's a pretty cool common denominator, along with sharing backgrounds of full-time Rving and being outdoor loving hikers. They left San Diego and spent six on-the-road years wandering around in their Fifth Wheel Rv. That was enough, and they are now back to living in sticks and bricks in Prescott and, for the time being, Rv-less.
What can I say. Just another day in paradise in the company of good friends.
|Some mighty tall cactus around here|
Now go take a hike!
mark and bobbie