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Hiking | 1.95 Miles |
72 AEG |
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| no partners | | After finishing up in the Huachucas, it was time to hit the road towards Bisbee. Along the way, I stopped at the San Pedro House since it had been a few years for that too. Wanted to pick up a new shirt, as the old one finally wore out. They had a really nice snake shirt.
I could see that the Cottonwoods had a lot of color to them, so with only 1 1/2 hours of daylight left, I took off for a quick hike along the river. The colors were a little deceiving, as it seemed like the tops of the trees were the most golden, so once you got underneath them, the gold wasn't as prevalent. But there was tons of fresh leaf fall on the ground, so thick, that you actually couldn't see much of the water itself in the river in places. I probably missed peak for this area by just a few days. The light was muted, although not completely overcast.
But it was a nice little hike and mostly quiet except for the little girl who was throwing her water bottle up in the air and letting it crash to the ground, while her mother sat glued to a bench with her phone. I was encountering a few deer and the sound ended up spooking them too much, so didn't get as many shots as I wanted. Towards the end of the hike, the light got a bit better and I finished with some golden notes.
After that, I was off to drive through the Mule Mountains for the first time and came out to the town of Bisbee and the Mine. I have only been to Bisbee once and that was as a elementary student touring the mine. Had never really seen the town and didn't realize that the heart of the town was actually built into the mountains. If there had been any day left, I probably would have stopped for a bit. Next time.
Pulled into Whitewater Draw just at dark and just from the noises coming from the wetlands, I knew it would be a nice couple of days. More to come. |
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Autumn Foliage Observation Moderate
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Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty & well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out & proclaiming, "Wow What a Ride!" |
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