I don't get down to the Chiricahuas enough, I thought. And I had wanted to climb Flys Peak. A weak monsoon afternoon in August seemed perfect. I started hiking in at 4:30 pm, while a few others were hiking out. A cool breeze stirred countless wildflowers, and every raspberry bush was just bursting with ripe fruit. I sampled liberally. I made the summit in 1:50, staying long enough to add an entry into the cluttered summit jar and take a few photos. Sunset over Flys Park was just amazing, with red light lingering long on the clouds, due to dusty air. Returning to Bootlegger Saddle, I opted to take the Rustler Park road back, as I hadn't been that way before. Not that I could see anything anyway in the late dusk, though. I spooked a creature that I'm guessing was a deer near the Rustler Park cabins, and lingered at Rustler Park meadow, enjoying the cool night air, the smell of wood smoke, and the stars emerging from twilight blue . Made it back without having to break out the flashlight. The drive home was memorable too, with a pumpkin orange moon rising over Fort Bowie. This was my first summer hike in the Chiricahua Peaks, and certainly won't be the last.