On Sunday, a girlfriend and I made it over to South Mountain Park for a morning of hiking. This park is located a little bit south of Phoenix.
The desert heat is gone for a few months and we were treated to temps in the 80s. To the right is a view of the valley floor. Camelback Mountain is directly in the center. If you look closely, you can see that it resembles a camel laying down.
Downtown Phoenix can be seen in this one. I work in one of the highrises there.
These saguaro cactus epitomize life in the desert. Many of them have been used as target practice by people with guns (there's still an element of the wild west here and it is legal here for most to carry guns). Saguaro are protected by the state but are often poached, only to wind up in someone's yard.
They are quite majestic.
Below is a pile of volcanic rock. This mountain range at one point in history had been an active volcano. Glad that's changed!
Here is a view looking west. If you look to the horizon of this picture, you can barely make out the tops of houses in the valley below. Somewhere in there is Ruben's and my home.
The stone structure to the right was once part of a camp. This area had been a working ranch at one time. The park has these type of structures scattered throughout it's grounds. At one time they had tin roofs. Most have an old fireplace inside.
One item I had hoped to catch on camera was a boulder with ancient Hohokam Indian drawings on the side. I remember the first time I stumbled across it I stood in awe at the drawings of scrolling lines and the outlines of what appeared to be drawings of people. This time around though, the entire boulder was gone. It could not have been an easy feat to remove that from the mountain. I hope it is safe in a museum somewhere where all can enjoy and not in some millionaire's home.
So this was my Sunday. Peace was had by all.