Pinnacle peak park
PINNACLE PEAK HIKE: Saturday, Aug 16, 2008. Adam wanted to go golfing the following morning and I, thought to myself 'I haven’t the slightest clue what golf is all about'. Of course I do, but I do not play golf myself, besides I wanted to go touring. I got online and looked for attractions in Scottsdale area and we agreed I would go hiking in the Pinnacle Peak Park. I was literally fifteen minutes away so I was excited. It was only 7:30 a.m. and the sun was barely making an impression, slight breeze and all. I gathered that it was one of the largest of the parks in Scottsdale, well there are a few. Many visitors go to this one. Yesterday I saw almost 50 people at the top of the hill over looking the valley, but I did not take any photos on the hike because my camera was dead! Don’t you hate it when things go wrong inspite of your best efforts? This one time is not very different from my trip to Kansas City in Missouri when my camera was literally stolen through security.
This time, my battery died out even though I had kept it on charge all night at Adam’s apartment - now I wonder if I had turned the socket switch on, lol! So here I’m again in a spectacular spot with nothing to capture the sight: THE BATTERY DIED AFTER TWO SHOTS, imagine that?
I got overly excited, can you tell?
Located just one mile south of Alma school, pinnacle peak offers great sights and hiking trails. I joined stranger in hiking on the East End trail that leads to the highest elevation, it is almost 2 miles long. I did not go that far, I only hiked a mile and turned around, as I was hungry and beginning to feel the heat. The grand view overlooking the valley is the highest area one can hike, elevated at a little over two thousand eight hundred feet.
What I did not like about this area was the flat tone of land as one begins the trail; it looks like olden nomadic lands in Africa with the glare of heat coming across.
A close up of the Bronze cowboy doing his thing
The strangers on the hike alongside me kept mentioning mountain lions and each time that came up, my spirit became very fearful. Fancy a mountain lion showing up in the middle of the dry arid desert on a path so narrow and the plains open where does one run? He-he-eeeee!! Can you feel DANGER? I’m afraid to think it. I loved the desert flowers, which I did not take photos of (well battery not charge). But I wrote about desert cacti in my Tucson blog. Finally I was back in town, I made a stop at Starbucks for coffee and pastries, while there I took the time to charge my camera battery - so I ended up with two cups of lattes, you think I was alert enough after that? He-he!
ART GALLERIES: After the hike at Pinnacle peak
Please do not quote me on this, I did not count all of them but I think there were a little over 35 art galleries on one street alone - Main Street.
NOT just art galleries, I believe some of the finest art galleries I have ever walked through, and believe you me, I have been to a fair share through my travels. I have never seen such excellent work of bronze in my life. I was like a little child in a candy store looking at all the art and snapping photographs of some of the sculptures outside while admiring through the window screens, all the beautiful pieces inside. Knowing me, I dared not go inside for fear of buying pieces beyond my means. WARNING: The pieces are quite handsomely priced. Well any good art piece should be decently priced, these are obscenely priced - pardon my English, lol! If I were good at names, I would remember all of them, the few that I remember are the ones that I really liked and literally spent time asking questions as if I was a potential buyer ha-haaa! What took my fancy as I walked through Main Street - my very first stop, were the sculptures on display outside each art gallery: they were all in bronze and meticulously sculptured.
When I travel, I normally look out for local art store or galleries, they tell a story with what they sell. In Scottsdale however, there was a mix of contemporary, traditional and more sophisticated art - imported imperialistic and medieval as well. I must say the Bronze sculptures stole the show for me.
My favorite of them all: Mother and child, waiting to cross the street
The western cowboy chairs did not impress much because in the last five years of living in the United States, I spent four years with a self-made cowboy and I did furnish my house with cowboy and western items. I had wagon wheels, horse both live and still. The only thing I dared not brave was ride the live horses; they stood so tall they made me feel like a bug. I did not see any in Scottsdale, LOL!