Can you see the sweat on my face? I was very thankful for my pink hat along the way as it provided protection fro the sun's glaring rays.
I was afraid that I should not like hiking by myself at such high altitude (9000 feet), yet I braved a trip up Mount Lemmon this morning to clear some of my thoughts and re-arrange my mind’s faculty which I must confess I have compartmentalized through the years. Sometimes I do not like being left alone with my own thoughts (don’t ask): this morning however, I did need time alone and time I did create, far from my daily routine and far from the low lying grounds of the city. The air at 8000 feet above sea level smelled fresh and felt refreshing indeed and I thrived in it as I climbed boulders and went down the same in different areas of the Aspen Vista plus all the other vistas that I went through on my way up and down. From above at a little over 800 feet, the pollution from the city down below was so vivid it looked like mist on a winter's day or a cool spring morning, the hazy look made it hard to see the beautiful view of the city spread before me.
For the Tucson residents, Mt. Lemmon provides for a getaway during and on the weekend and so were they up there when I arrived at about 9:30 am: families on their way for picnics, hikes, sight seeing and the bikers riding so loud the mountain thundered. I felt like I was on top of the world, it was hot nonetheless, but nothing compared to Tucson. After an hour of hiking, I began feeling the sweat trickle down my spine and my face felt itchy from the sweat: it was time for a break. I picked one of the pilled rocks and sat behind the shadow, from the left I could see the view of the city and hear the voices from above as if they were whispers in the wind . . . below was the winding Catalina Highway, whispers of the cars as they drove by. You have to experience this, words do not do the views any justice. After my drink and snack of gummy bears and nuts, I got into my car and drove on to summerhaven where there was a music festival going on. I could not find parking so I drove to the edge of the forest and found myself hiking another mile or so, on a trail that I can not remember . . .