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Barbershop Cny from Camp GH #2, AZ
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| Hiking | 3.10 Miles |
501 AEG |
| | Hiking | 3.10 Miles | 4 Hrs 20 Mns | | 0.88 mph |
| 501 ft AEG | 48 Mns Break | | | |
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| no partners | | I camped for two nights with my son-in-law and grandson at Camp Grasshopper #2 on FR139C, Mogollon Rim. The summer monsoon rains have turned this area into a paradise with meadows covered with lush green grass and sunflowers covering the meadows. On Saturday we hiked down a section of the Barbershop Canyon after descending to the bottom from camp. Grasshopper provided a gps route to supposedly take us on an easy hike down the steep side of the canyon from camp. However, I don't like to keep my eyes focused on a handheld gps when following a route across somewhat treacherous terrain, so we got off track a few times. We soon had to do some scrambling through deadfalls on the very steep canyon side but eventually found the cairn GH had left to mark the trail location at the bottom. The thick vegetation with lots of sunflowers on display and clusters of ferns sometimes up to shoulder height made for a very scenic hike.
We had gotten a late start and the canyon bottom started to get hot and humid in the late morning. So, after several miles I was ready to exit up to FR139C and head back to camp. Fortunately, GH had provided us with a gps track for a shortcut exit from the canyon. This time we had no problem following the route since it used a well-traveled elk trail. When we reached FR139C along the ridge top, Lloyd and Michael hiked 1.3 miles to the north end of the road where we had left his car at our originally planned canyon exit point. I sat there on the ground in the shade against a large Ponderosa waiting for them to get the car for the drive back to camp. It was a pleasant resting place until some bug crawled up under my pant leg and bit me on the thigh. It felt like a bee sting, and I quickly smashed it and shook out my pant leg without ever seeing the pest. Two mornings later I discovered a track of small red splotches along my thigh that itched like crazy. Perhaps it was Arizona's version of the fire ant that had so viciously attacked me.
On the drive back to camp on FR139C we encountered Grasshopper and his granddaughter just departing Camp Grasshop #3 where they had come for a picnic. It was great to see GH in one of his favorite haunts and to meet his granddaughter once again. |
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