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March 28, Thursday: North Mountain summit loop, North Mountain Park. The best thing about hiking familiar Arizona trails this time of year is to note the many wonderful changes the desert is undergoing. Wildflower season is past peak but still fairly strong, and the yellow-flowering brittlebush and creosote are in full bloom. And cactus, like the Engelmann hedgehog and red-barrell compass, are also flowering.
The big surprise today was the abundant stands of orange globe mallow on the mountain’s northwest slope. I had not seen globe mallow in such profusion before. On the west end of the summit I ran into some scary-looking customers, carpenter bees. The male carpenters are among the largest of bees, golden-brown and furry. But they have no stinger, so are harmless. At first I thought I had walked into a swarm of Africanized. But these bees paid me no mind as I walked within a foot of the palo verde and brittlebush they inspected.
I stopped just east of the summit towers for a sandwich and headed back down toward the 7th Ave parking lot. I figured I should’ve made it back before dark easy. But at a point where the trails divides, no markers in sight, I went left when I should’ve went right. I was well down the very steep and rocky National Trail when I realized my mistake but continued on, not wanting to struggle back up to the other trail.
Along this eastern slope just around sunset I found a beautiful Western patchnose snake, poking his head into holes, looking for supper. The patchnoses are super-skinny and up to three and a half feet long with a beige stripe running down the back and two black stripes running down each side. The detour cost me time, and it was dark when I finally reached the parking lot again. I was startled to find a man and woman ambling my way, talking there on a moonless night with ony bright Sirius showing through a light cloud cover. The trip covered almost 4 miles, compared to the 2 1/2 I had expected. But no regrets. Things happen like that for the best when you’re out on the trails.
March 1, Friday: Shaw Butte summit loop, North Mountain Park. My first time to the summit ascending on the steep southern route. The trail, #306, rises 702 feet in a smidgen over a mile.
Going up to the first saddle, a glint of brightness struck my eyes from high above on the trail. It was an Asian woman with a parasol. When we finally passed, I told her: “That’s a pretty sight, you coming down with a parasol and the sun shining through it like a beacon.”
Thought it would be a lonely trail but in fact it turned out to be one of the busiest segments I’d been on for a while. I counted 33 humans and a few dogs by time I reached the top. A group of nine, mostly hefty women, went ahead of me at a junction but soon turned around and went back down. This time I don’t stop at the ruins of the old Cloud Nine restaurant, which looks out over downtown Phoenix from 750 feet above the desert floor. From there, it appears you can reach out and touch the towers on the summit. Not really. Those towers are 313 feet above and almost another .6 miles of trail, the final segment being very steep. Had a late lunch on the rocky summit beneath what are at least 8 ugly towers. Great views on a beautiful afternoon. Returned on the northern route which is about the same elevation gain/loss as the south but 4/10 of a mile longer.