Tucson: Departure
Tucson: Day 9
We had coffee and decided to head out early to hike even though we'd be arriving at the trailhead at noon, in the heat of the day. I didn't want to get back to the campsite and have the day gone.
We went someplace new: Sabino Canyon. We did the Bear Canyon Falls Trail to Seven Falls. We hiked for 3.25 hours. It was a beautiful hike! I'm so glad we decided to try a new one.
We parked at the visitor center, which was packed. People were swarming all over. Fortunately, it was easy to find the trail we wanted looking at the map they had posted.
The trail starts in a flat area; it's sandy and wide. There were a lot of people on it, but not so many as to be too off-putting. About half a mile in, the trail narrowed and headed up. The scenery was very nice—lots of saguaro and prickly pear, mountains in the distance, cool rocks on the ground. The only distracting thing was that this part of the trail ran along side of a blacktop road. It wasn't busy or anything, it's just I like to feel I'm a little more removed from civilization, I guess.
After about 1.5 miles, we crossed a bridge where we saw a roadrunner, basically waiting until we passed to cross the road. Hahaha.
The canyon walls were lovely and the trail was fun to hike. Eventually we arrived at an impasse and the apparent end of the trail. This must be the famed Seven Falls, but none was evident today.
Scott wore his new running shoes. They're the same brand as my hiking boots (Topo) and have a wide toe box. He loved them and said it was like walking with a tiny masseuse inside his shoes the whole time.
Tucson: Day 8
While we were sitting outside, a roadrunner went by!
After climbing the summit and heading around and down the back side of the mountain, we were in shade. It was actually chilly then! But I wasn't complaining.
The climb up is beautiful with the expansive view of the valley and mountains, and the climb around and down is a different kind of beautiful. There is lots more vegetation, beautiful rock formations, and the dry creek bed you crisscross several times.
Tucson: Day 7
So today, we lay in bed while it boiled. I was ready for coffee before coffee was ready and Scott said "10 more minutes." I stayed in bed for a bit and when I got up, he said "2 more minutes." Finally, I had to have coffee. When I got up to get it, I realized no coffee had every been put in. But it was the cleanest, most boiled water in the history of water.
After coffee, we took a bike ride around the campground. It's a beautiful day! Sunny and about 72 right now. Unfortunately, something big is on fire upwind and after about 20 minutes, the air was too awful to breathe, so we headed back to the RV. But then we went a little past it and biked over to an area of the KOA we hadn't seen before. It's cute: a basketball court, a short path, trees, a small pavilion with table and chairs, a lake, some horseshoe stations, and a racetrack for remote-controlled cars.
New license plates: Cherokee Nation, North Carolina, Delaware, Nova Scotia.
So then I said to heck with the foot, we must hike. We headed to Saguaro National Park to do the Bridal Wreath Falls hike we did last year. According to last year's post, we did it in 3 hours. I thought I could handle that.
Well it was a stellar hike, simply beautiful landscape with mountains, cool rocks, varied cacti and trees, some lizards, blue sky, and warm temperatures. No water though. Last year, there was so much water in the stream on the down side of the dam that we had to scramble over some rocks to cross. This year, dry as a bone. There was a bit of rusty water in a pool just in front of the dam.
So we decided to head back. Good thing. By the time we reached the truck, we had hiked for 3.5 hours (having made it to the Steel Tank of the three-tank trail), and I was spent. My foot hurt. But it had been a beautiful hike and I'm glad we did it.
We decided to hit the KOA restaurant for dinner. Before going, we showered. When we were walking back and past the pool area, someone in the hot tub whom we had chatted with there a couple times—an artist and former architect named Dick Graves—called out "Is that Monica?" He said he had something for me. He had painted a watercolor of the pool area and wanted to give it to me! I almost cried I thought it was so kind and generous. It's a very nice painting and a sweet remembrance of our time here.
Tucson: Day 6
There are a lot of miles of paved bike paths in Tucson. It's just hard to tell for any given one you're considering what the scenery will be, how hilly it is , or how much it weaves across streets or goes by homeless encampments, decomposing buildings, or trash. The one we were on last year was nice but short before it got too steep for me to manage.
So I researched it for a bit and found one that looked promising. On Traillink it's called the Canada del Oro trail, but once we go to the trailhead, it's called the Loop. There are no maps but fortunately Scott asked a couple of bikers which way we should go and they said the way we would not have gone. We rode 2.5 hours and it was a fantastic ride.
The views were mountains on one side and fields on the other. In front of the mountains but generally obscured by a wall or landscaped ridge were beautiful homes or developments, some commercial buildings, golf courses, and a a ranch before it started to get more industrial about an hour in.
When we got back, I practiced and Scott went to the pool to read and listen to podcasts. Then I cooked dinner and for my birthday, Scott wrote me a nice card and we had Haagen Das!
Tuscon: Day 5
Unfortunately, the museum was really crowded. Lots of others were headed to the show and they were all manner of slow walkers and baby carriages. We all arrived in plenty of time. But so many people. My worst nightmare.
In fact, we got to witness them hunting. The show consists of trainers spread out among the trees and brush off the path right next to the crowd. They entice the birds to fly down on the trees next to the path with little bits of meat. The Harris's hawks were doing their thing, flying from tree to tree, squabbling sometimes over one, but all of the sudden, they flew to the same point in the air about 10 feet above the ground, and then all together swooped down to the ground. One flew up to a branch and started tearing at the catch: probably a small bird. It was pretty cool.
So we got close up looks at these beautiful birds, plus we got to see them soaring above our heads.
Tucson: Day 4
Here's the huge rig in the spot next to ours.
To close the day, we ate dinner and watched a movie.
Tucson: Day 3
After showering, we headed to the restaurant located in the KOA for dinner. Someone in the hot tub said they'd heard it was good. I should have ordered something different. Scott liked his wings and cheese sticks a lot.
After dinner, we took another bike ride, this time probably 40 minutes. The mountains surround this area and are pretty. So even though we couldn't leave the campground, we got some exercise and it was pretty.
Tucson: Day 2
We exercised in the morning and then went for a bike ride around the KOA. We went around and around for a little over an hour. It's fun to look at all the RVs, the campsites, the fruit trees. We picked some fruit as we were riding. Pretty cool, huh?
I also love to look at the bullet-shaped Airstreams, and there are a lot here. There are mostly the big ones, the Classics, Internationals, Globetrotters, and Flying Clouds, but there is also a tiny Bambi. Other campers include mostly these enormous modern rigs that are as big as Greyhound busses, only these also have slide-outs to increase their square footage. There are also a number of Class-B van campers, the ones that cost like $150,000 and up, and some Class-C campers. Travel trailers as small as ours are few, but they are here.
Then we had dinner, one that is becoming a third favorite (after pasta-free spaghetti and Nando's): tofu red curry.
Tucson: Day 1
Our site is okay. The location is half great, half bad. We are right by the entrance, so there is a lot of traffic. But we are right next to bathrooms, laundry, the pickelball courts, the pool, and the hot tub. Too bad I just learned Scott has zero interest in pickleball.




























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































