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| no partners | | Very late log since I wasn't really into HAZ at the time and I don't think this description existed back then. The two geocaches referenced are long gone since Arizona doesn't allow geocaches on State Trust Land (our land) because of extreme pressure from the EPA. But from the top of Pyramid on a clear day you can just make out downtown where the bureaucrats cluster. So face South and give them the appropriate salute.
Decided to tackle Pyramid Peak (and snag Khufu and Ramses geocaches) on this gorgeous Arizona winter day. Drove in from Carefree Highway and parked about .27 miles from Khufu. Attacked Khufu first by ascending along the NNE ridge line. Initial going was steep but easy enough. About 600’ from Khufu it turned into hand over hand rock climbing. But 40 minutes into the climb I had the cache in hand.
Worked up to the Pyramid summit and enjoyed the view for a while. Didn’t see a summit log. Guess I should have brought one along. Peeked over the southern face of Pyramid at Ramses taunting me from just 300+ feet below. Feeling half my 52 years (or perhaps just light headed), I decided to go at him directly down the southern summit face. The seat of my hiking trousers will need repair from my reverse crab technique and the frequent slides on my posterior. But success was mine when I signed the log for Ramses.
I opted to descend west from the saddle and walk around the mountain back to my vehicle. Fairly easy descent.
If you tackle this hill just remember the following; it’s steep and most of the rocks are loose, so be extremely aware of your footing and grips. Having said all that, it is a great climb.
Finally, on a personal note, I had a very sad experience after completing this adventure. My constant companions for the last few years have been the most comfortable hiking boots I’ve ever owned. Lately, as much as I have tried not to notice, they have been showing their age. Not to say they don’t have much tread, but I can step on a penny and tell if it is heads or tails. The Goretex label just said "G" on the left and the right had gone by "tex" for a few years now. I’ve dreaded the day, but when I got home and took them off by the back door just one look told me they didn’t have another summit left in them. Not that I doubt they’d try, but at some point the cracked and torn uppers, the baby butt smooth soles, the frayed laces just can’t handle it any more. It was definitely an Old Yeller/Marley and Me moment when I took them over to the trash can. I knelt and gently tied their laces together for the last time lest they get separated in the hereafter. I placed a favorite old pair of worn out holey socks with them on a cardboard bed I made in the trash can. Tomorrow they will go to the land fill we drove past enroute to wonderful adventures so many times. Sure, I’ll go buy some new puppies for the feet. They’ll be full of the latest technology, have cool names, and weigh next to nothing. Yet for all the promises they make, some blisters are still inevitable. I know I will come to love them one day, too. But I’ll always miss the old Merrells. Good bye old friends! We sure had fun. |
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