Morning In The Desert

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.

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7 thoughts on “Morning In The Desert

  1. I'll try to make it over there this coming weekend and see if I can take some pictures. It's quite an interesting place. One of the buildings was used as a trading post, and then later a post office. Looking at it I can't even imagine. There is also an old well. There really are scorpions here. Once in awhile they will get into the house. Many have met their demise with the bottom of my shoe.
    They are poisonous and will give you a very painful sting. They will also induce flu like symptoms. I've avoided that thus far and hope to never accidentally meet up with one.

  2. Interesting. Would love to see some pics of Scorpion Gulch. Are there really scorpions there?

  3. Thanks Empress. I believe they were made as part of a camp. In the 1950s they were built for people to use through the Phoenix Parks Division (this is what I've been told anyways). The park now closes at dusk so they no longer allow folks to stay there. Some of the buildings have fallen into disrepair so they look a lot older that what they are.
    There is a whole village in one of the parks that I'll have to go back and take pics of. It's called Scorpion Gulch. It was actually a little town back in the 1800s and the stone buildings are still standing. We had our wedding pictures taken there. I love exploring over there.

  4. Looks gorgeous, Monsoon. That little stone house is amazing. Who would have built it and lived in it?

  5. "Girl food" – I love it!

  6. Thanks. It was! This was followed by breakfast at an outdoor restaurant where they serve what Ruben commonly refers to as 'girl food.' It was the perfect end to our hike.

  7. Beautiful photos – looks like a wonderfully peaceful Sunday!

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