Hank and I hiked out to views of the desert disneyland thirty miles from Phoenix. With the ride in/out the day is a mental challenge tagged onto the actual hike. I believe Hank can attest the 4x4 approach is more than most anticipate.

The ridge was more overgrown than I recalled (perhaps due to last springs record rains) so my legs ended up looking like a piece of ground sausage.

We got off onto the wrong ridge which turned out to be the highlight of the hike. We met up with a pack of probably twelve scattered javalina. The daddy decided to head straight for me. Although I'd heard stories of charging javalina that hasn't been my experience in a half dozen encounters. So as I'm whipping out the camera I thought man this dude is getting close. The camera dropped and the Leki went into defensive mode. Thankfully he altered course at about eight feet out. The fun continues. We quickly realized we were on the wrong ridge and decided to drop through Hells Hip Pocket to the destined south ridge. Nobody was waiting to take our tickets so we tipped toed into desert disneyland in awe. I thought we were nudging the bottom of the pocket. Upon viewing the maps this morning it's apparent we barely scratched the surface of an upper canyon in this beast of mystery.