• Thursday was “Back to Sedona Day”, via Jerome and Page Springs.  I started with a crab cake croissant and grilled spinach, at Mile High Grill, in Jerome.  I featured this fine place in my post on the Ghost City, last Fall.

  That set me to finishing what I started last week, so the road led to Page Springs, at the juncture of the Verde Valley and Oak Creek Basin.  Page Springs is well-known for three things:  Wineries, John McCain’s “cabin” and two fish hatcheries.  I”m not into the first two,but I do appreciate fish hatcheries, and these two, Bubbling Ponds and Page Springs, help stock sport fishing lakes throughout central and northern Arizona.  If you do like wine, the Page Springs fare is said to be quite satisfying.

  Here a few shots of Bubbling Ponds Hatchery:

                                                                        

                                                                        

  

  A few miles further east, one comes to Page Springs Hatchery, run by the Arizona Department of Fish and Wildlife.

                                                                 

  Here, stock tanks were running in earnest.

                                                                   

  There is also a short nature trail, where Penny and I saw a wealth of birds, early one morning in September, 1983.

  I headed up to Sedona, having had my fill of ducks and stock tanks for one day.  Today’s goal was Chicken Point and Red Rock Chapel.

  Here are some more bits of Red Rock Eye Candy:

                                                                      

                                                                      

                                                                        

  As you might tell by the cars in a parking lot, I was getting close to Red Rock Chapel in the last frame.

  Here is a view of the chapel, which is a non-denominational facility.

  

  After this, I found the short cut back to my car was a route set aside by the Home Owners Association of Bell Rock Vista, through their neighbourhood.  Although the trails were crowded, I felt solitude, since none of the visitors to Sedona is much for talking.  If you visit, you’ll see why.

   

   

Wednesday afternoon, I got the notion to hike from the base of Mingus Mountain, 20 miles east of Prescott, to its summit, via a fairly rugged canyon called Yeager.  Upon reaching the east rim of the canyon, I walked on to the actual summit, a gradual and easy 1 1/2 mile walk along the campground road.

Here are some scenes of the upward route:       

Mingus is one of the three peaks in Yavapai County that I had left to climb, so this route was somewhat special.  I was surprised that no one else was on the trail, but even more surprised to run into an old Army buddy, whom I had not seen in 41 years.  He is here in Prescott, looking for work.  Goes to show how small the world can be.

After talking with him for a while, i headed back down, using two trails- Little Yeager Canyon and Yeager Cabin Trail, which I partly hiked on New Year’s Day.  Here we go, back towards my trusty KIA Optima:

The above photos are of the summit area.  It’s not the most spectacular of vistas, but the trees are pretty.

  It was right about here that I ran into five head of cattle- two bulls, two cows and a heifer calf.  Needless to say, they kept on nibbling at the creosote bushes, while I made a slight deviation in my route.

7.3 miles later, I hopped back into my trusty vehicle and headed into the sunset.   Two high peaks remain for me in Yavapai County:  Mt. Union and Mt. Davis, the Twin Peaks of the Bradshaws, on tap for the latter part of March.

I climbed Wickenburg’s Vulture Peak yesterday, thus satisfying yet another bit of curiosity.  Even though it was a Sunday, and beautiful weather, only a handful of people were along for the hike, and I reached the saddle (trail’s end) alone.

Here is the summit, seen from the trailhead.

The last three views were taken from the top of the saddle.  Summiting requires at least a buddy system, and ropes are advisable for coming down from the summit to the saddle.

• Yesterday, I headed towards Wickenburg, with the express goal of climbing the town’s third anchor:  Vulture Peak, having visited Desert Caballeros Museum and Hassayampa Natural Preserve earlier this year.  Along the way down, and on the way back, I decided to give some love to the small gems that appear in the high desert.

  Here is Wilhoit, which sometimes refers to itself as “Nowhere, AZ”.

                                                       

  A bt further on is Peeples Valley.

                                                    

  As you might guess, Peeples Valley is a ranching town.  A man named Maughan has a number of ranching properties here, and in nearby Yarnell.

  

  I stopped in Yarnell for about an hour or so, to pick up a book on northern Arizona’s geology and a new ball cap, at Painted Lizard, plus check out three interesting landmarks.

                                                             

  Above, and below, are views of Yarnell’s Flora Mae Ludden Memorial Park.

                                                            

  Like Prescott to the northeast, Yarnell has its share of rock dells from the retreat of the glaciers.  Below are some boulders with names.

                                                                

                                                              

                                                             

  The park where these are found is about 1/4 mile from the Shrine of St. Joseph.  This is a nondenominational shrine, featuring the Stations of the Cross.  I found walking it a deeply moving spiritual experience, though I don’t belong to a Christian church.  Christ’s Message still speaks through the ages, for those with open ears.

                                                                

  

  Peeples Valley was named for a rancher, A.H. Peeples.  Yarnell was named for a prospector, Henry Yarnell.  I’ve found no record of Wilhoit’s namesake, as yet.

  On the way back from Wickenburg, I stopped by another little gem, this one four miles off the beaten track:  Kirkland.  Here is an old railroad hotel, restaurant and saloon, which is still very much in operation.  I had a marvelous steak dinner here, topped by a dessert called “Pecan Passion”. If you’re ever moseying around in the high desert between Wickenburg and Prescott, stop in and enjoy the hospitality of Herb and Barb Carabeo.  An extra sidelight:  The paper placemats were illustrated by a friend of ours from Clarkdale, AZ.  Her name is Ann Schnell.

   

   

  

  Kirkland has a small rock dell of its own.

                                                      

  The village is named for William Kirkland, who also founded the city of Tempe, near Phoenix, before moving here in his later years.

• There were lots of boulders, going up, though.  I woke around 6:30 and went back and forth as to whether to do yet another hike.  Camelback Mountain still awaited, and a hot soak in the tub at Premier Inn convinced me it need not wait much longer.  The key would be whether there was a parking spot at Echo Canyon.

  So, after a light breakfast of oatmeal, toast, OJ and coffee, I upgraded my cell phone (still just talk and text- I like my Internet sitting down) and dropped off my tax forms, then headed over to Echo Canyon.  There was one space- my sign from above!

  Echo Canyon Trail is notorious for people going off trail, getting stuck and making the nightly news.  I was not going to be among them.

  The jaunt featured, as I said earlier, lots of boulders, a few railings and an amazing number of hiking companions, for a Monday.  Here are several shots of the day- the whole collection may be found in the “Phoenix Mountain Hikes” album.

               

               

               

                      

                      

                      

  Me vs. my vertigo.

  After this third beautiful day in the semi-urban wilderness, I stopped at Arizona Memorial Cemetery and placed a Valentine’s bouquet at Penny’s resting place.  I know she loves the red roses, baby’s breath and fern fronds in the vase- even in the Spirit Realm.

  Since I had enjoyed lunch on the way down at Rock Springs Cafe, in Black Canyon City, dinner was at Roadrunner Restaurant, in BCC’s cross-county line neighbour, New River.  Both eateries are worth a visit.

                            

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