Big Bug Canyon

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The past two hiking excursions have been to the Big Bug Canyon area, between Mayer and Spring Valley, AZ.  It is drained and informed by Big Bug Wash, which flows out of the Bradshaw Mountains, southeast of Prescott.  I have been in search of the most ill-defined section of Black Canyon National Recreation Trail, which starts in north Phoenix and goes to Big Bug Canyon- a distance of some 85 miles.  This section is the trail from the crags on the north side of Big Bug Canyon to Dripping Snake Spring.  I focused, the past two hikes, on  Big Bug Wash and on the ridge which is cut by Old Sycamore Road, north of the wash.

I may well have found the elusive, and seldom-used, trail sector.  Here is the creekbed of Big Bug Wash, just below the remnants of Granite Dells Trading Post.

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At the end of this segment of wash, lies Big Bug Dam, now little more than a retaining wall.

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This was the scene last Tuesday, at what had been Granite Dells Trading Post.

 

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This afternoon, I set out in search of the actual trailhead.  Walking along the north rim of Big Bug Canyon was one ploy.

 

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The rim road goes as far as this ranch, whose owner may or may not let hikers on the premises.

 

 

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This road has lots of heart-shaped rocks, including  this little pink granite.

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Here is the apparent trail, between Old Sycamore Road and the tunnel under Highway 69.

 

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Here is the tunnel.

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On the south side of the tunnel, the climb down to, and past, the meandering Big Bug Wash awaits, for another day.

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On the other side of the canyon, the ridges to the north are yet another beckoning site.

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Next up:  A day in Cave Creek.

Liebster Award

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I have just been nominated for this award by Duffel Bag and A Dream.  I am now expected to answer ten questions, devised by Khai, and nominate ten other bloggers.  I will somehow come up with ten questions for them.

If nominated, please:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
2. You must answer the 10 questions given to you by the nominee before you.  (That list is below the nominations.)
3. You must nominate 10 of your favorite blogs with fewer than 200 followers and notify them of their nomination.
4. You must come up with 10 questions for your nominees to answer.

Now, here go my answers.

10. What is your biggest blogging challenge?
  It’s finding a balance between what I urgently want to put out there and what seems to appeal to my readers.
9. If you could be gifted at any one form of writing to the exclusion of all others, what would it be and why?
Travel writing, because I am always off somewhere.
8. How do you feel about media used in blogs? Are blog entries for words only, or for pictures, videos, etc too?
Blogs are for mixed media, at least if we want to maintain the interest of our readers.
7. By what axiom do you live your life?
Live and let live.  It is for social institutions to judge, and for individuals to show mercy.
6. What is your favorite idiom, and why?
Fear the fork.  I always have to guard against overeating.
5. How is a raven like a writing desk?
It sees all.
4. What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?
Cat stretch, and say “Live this day, love this day.”
3. What is the last thing you do before you go to sleep?
Thank the Universe, and my wife in the spirit realm, for another fine day.
2. Do you nap?
Yes, most days after lunch, or after work.
1. Why are you the coolest blogger out there?
I am open-minded, like to share my life and I don’t hold grudges.
My nominees are:
cocosangel
CherokeeWriter
365 till….
It’s A Mad World
whyzat
ordinarybutloud
QuietDesperation
Ampbreia’s space
InkFell
sbhasty
Questions:
10. What do you really want to write about, but haven’t yet?
9. Do you prefer a desert to a swamp?
8.  Have you ever blurted out a spoiler?
7.  What are your watchwords?
6.  Are Heaven and Hell actual places?
5.  What would you do with a $ 1,000.00 bill, found on the street?
4. What’s  your favourite seasonal dish?  Why?
3.  Does your birthstone inform your wardrobe?
2.  Which genre of music colours your day?
1.  Is there such a thing as craziness?  Be specific.

The Hoot Owl Came To Call

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I woke this morning, around 5:15, to get ready for work, and heard an owl hooting away, on my roof.  It left shortly thereafter, but was in the neighbourhood for about another 20 minutes.  I wondered about the occasion.

See, time was that an owl would show up and the next thing I knew, someone would be dead- of a sudden.  I get the feeling that’s not so, this time, as the day has passed and no one I know is any worse off than they were yesterday, and the weather is okay, most places- unlike last week.

2014 is turning out better than it first seemed it would.  Greeting the morning with “Live this day, love this day” helps, as of course does saying “Allah’u’Abha” (“God is the Most Glorious”) 95 times.  The whole snafu of last week, online, seems like a fading memory.  I take the reminder with me, that everyone’s feelings are important, 24/7- and if someone contacts me, it’s important to let him/her know that they have my undivided attention- or if I’m up to my ass in alligators, I will get back to them once the swamp is at a safe level.  This won’t bring back the lost friendship, but it will keep the list from growing.

That brings up the whole matter of my self-concept.  There are no saints in this world, and while I feel good about myself, I am no exception to that rule.  The last person I regarded as pure and saintly died nearly three years ago.  She stuck with this bucket of bolts for nearly thirty years, and God has surely found a fine place for her.

I am listening to a series of motivational tapes. “The Eleven Forgotten Laws”.  I listen to each tape three times, then go on to the next.  The most recent one with which I spent time is “The Law of  Supply”.  It confirms what I have felt for a long time:  “There is enough of everything we need.  The difficulty lies in the scarcity mentality.”  The key word here is “need”, and the operative for anyone is “Make an effort to get what you need, and be consistent about it.”  Fretting and cringing only make matters worse, though they are understandable.  They just don’t get anyone anywhere.

Well, that’s enough for today.  I am grateful for anyone and everyone who has stuck with me, even if you’ve been silent.  Anyone who has left, may as well know that I think no less of them, and love them no less.  Again, I’m far from saintly, but I am trying to take a lesson from every time I stumble.

Snippets from A Strangely Powerful Week

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In the past thirteen days, or so, I  have felt alternately centered and cast adrift, welcomed and shunned, honoured and shamed.  I did not know what to make of 2014, for much of the time.  I felt it imperative to leave one of my social media sites for a while, though I have to admit that it is hard to not have contact with the many in my life who have been part of my life for almost five years, and to be cut off with several in my inner circle of friends and family, who are incommunicado with me, but for Facebook.  It was a defense against personal attack, which triggered my departure; that, and a feeling that I let down someone who had been dear to my heart, for nearly three years.

The rest of my life, though, has actually shown more power, since New Year’s Day.  I have been to several well-attended gatherings, have hiked twenty-three miles, on seven different routes and maintained progress on personal growth goals, both spiritual and mental.  Four social, service-oriented activities in four days have found me quietly supporting some intense and well-organized cultural, educational and paramedical efforts.

I woke this morning to a new mantra running through my head- “Live this day, love this day”.  For a Monday, this is especially auspicious, and I know that this year, no matter the challenges and upsets which lie ahead, will also feature successes and adventures.  Light and shadow, ascents and descents- all will balance, over 11 1/2 months, and beyond.

Light and Shadow

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In the world of January, 2014, the Polar Vortex has been dislodged, has stunned eastern North America with extreme cold, in turn sending “Nor’easter” storm patterns to western Europe.  Diagonally, across the globe, much of Australia has had triple-digit Fahrenheit heat, where there would normally be heavy rain.

Personal behaviour, and its underlying sense of well-being, have taken a nose dive, over the past twenty years or so.  This is nothing new, but the pace of various types of offensive and callous activity has picked up, of late.  Social networks are getting manifestly less social.  Interpersonal clashes have become more intense, and occur more readily.

Political and economic affairs are conducted with less caution, and with more attention to expediency, as neurotic means to power.  Those entrusted with such matters look mainly towards discrediting their perceived opponents, and each “side” is aided and abetted by those in the media who are of like mind.

The above is the world of shadow.

Let us take a look at an emerging, parallel realm.  Here, there is a sense of calm.  Even in a time of climatic unrest, those faced with the extreme cold or heat know that it is temporary.  Their minds sense a bounty from the intense cold- that persistent insect pests, impervious to the deadly poisons that are supposed to curb them, are dying off in the polar frigidity.  Likewise, the aridity in the southern hemisphere is doing away with deadly mosquitoes and other pathogen hosts.

In the world of light,  people are facing conflict in a civil, constructive manner.  This is possible when one looks upon those around oneself as fellow human beings, as creatures endowed with virtues, as fellow travelers.  Matters politic and economic are faced collectively.  Matters familial are resolved through consultation between equal partners.

The world of light is not a dream world, contrary to the contentious retorts of those who have invested their emotional energy in keeping the status quo of division and oneupmanship.  It is a world that is slowly and steadily being built, as the world of shadow gradually collapses of its own weight.  Those who think they thrive on hate and distrust are finding that the satisfaction derived from their activities is diminishing, day by day.  Some of them are looking towards the rising tide and overcoming their inner barriers.  Others, needing more convincing that the “tried and true” is imperative of preservation, up their game and cause more destruction, actin more depraved.  This only hastens the collapse of the very system they claim to be defending.

“Soon,” Bahá’u’lláh’s own words proclaim it, “will the present day Order be rolled up, and a new one spread out in its stead. Verily, thy Lord speaketh the truth and is the Knower of things unseen.” “By Myself,” He solemnly asserts, “the day is approaching 162 when We will have rolled up the world and all that is therein, and spread out a new Order in its stead. He, verily, is powerful over all things.” “The world’s equilibrium,” He explains, “hath been upset through the vibrating influence of this Most Great, this new World Order. Mankind’s ordered life hath been revolutionized through the agency of this unique, this wondrous System, the like of which mortal eyes have never witnessed.” “The signs of impending convulsions and chaos,” He warns the peoples of the world, “can now be discerned, inasmuch as the prevailing Order appeareth to be lamentably defective.”

This is not the “New World Order” proclaimed by the political leaders of the West, some twenty-five years ago.  No one nation, no one leader, will call all the shots.  No tyrant, whether political or sectarian, will rule the peoples of the world.  Baha’u’llah further says “This is the Day that shall not be followed by night, nor shall it be bounded by any praise, would that ye might understand!”  We see many dystopian visions of the future, in books and on film.  These reflect our worst fears, thus accounting for their relative popularity.  What will actually transpire, with or without our help, will be precisely what Jesus the Christ promised, that for which He gave His earthly life, and for which every Spiritual Teacher has suffered, in some unique way:  “Thy Kingdom come, on Earth, as it is in Heaven”.

So, the choice falls to each individual on the planet- Preserve the shadow, or spread the Light.

 

The Vision of The Ancient Sonorans

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Once upon a time, those who lived in the Sonoran Desert, between 200 BC- 1400 AD, were called Hohokam.  This term, like so many that were used to refer to the ancient Americans, was derogatory.  It is now being gradually cast aside, and in its place, the far more accurate term “Ancient Sonorans” is being used, along with the rather unwieldy “Ancient Sonoran Desert People”.

Last Sunday, I spent about 90 minutes or so walking about Casa Grande Ruins National Monument, on the north side of Coolidge, AZ.  These Ancient Sonoran ruins represent a village and community gathering place, the latter called Casa Grande (“Great House”) by Father Eusebio Kino, when he first saw the place in 1694.   President Benjamin Harrison extended Federal protection to this area in 1892, and President Woodrow Wilson set it aside as a national monument, in 1918.   Frederick Law Olmsted, the architect of Boston Common, built a ramada to protect Casa Grande ruin, in 1932.

Here are some views of the Great House and its surroundings.

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The Ancient Sonorans were the ancestors of today’s Akimel O’odham (“Pima”), Tohono O’odham (“Papago”), Hopi and Zuni peoples.  These nations consider this area, and other preserved ruin sites, as sacred.  If visiting, please approach the sites in that frame of mind.

Friendship, Redux

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I have logged off of Facebook, until February 1.  (This post will be published on that site, though I won’t be there to respond to any comments that are posted.  Other posts I put on WordPress, for the rest of January, will not be shared on Facebook.)

Now, as to why.  Well, there are two reasons, both stemming from the same, seemingly innocuous incident.  A longtime friend asked for my input on something.  As I was pre-occupied with something that seemed to me to be terribly earthshaking at the time, I made an offhand reply.  To make a long story short, my response was not what this friend wanted, and thus ended a previously good friendship.   Baha’u’llah teaches, “The foundation of all relationships is trust.”  As this person no longer felt that I was trustworthy, the relationship was done.  This, in turn, led to my feeling that, for the time being, there really was no point to my staying on that social media site, and I am on hiatus.  The only reason I have not deactivated my account on Facebook is that there are 524 other friends and relatives, whom I also care about deeply- and with whom I want eventually to reconnect.  Thus, I will go back on February 1.

Now, for the second reason I am on hiatus.  Baha’u’llah also teaches us, “O EMIGRANTS!  The tongue I have designed for the mention of Me, defile it not with detraction.  If the fire of self overcome you, remember your own faults and not the faults of My creatures, inasmuch as every one of you knoweth his own self better than he knoweth others.” – Baha’u’llah, The Hidden Words, from the Persian.   I know my own heart.  I know that, at no time did  I ever wish ill towards this person.  At no time did I ever regard my friend’s problems or issues in a lighthearted or offhand manner.  It’s not whom I am.

Each one of us approaches life differently.  So, it stands to reason that a better way to understand someone is to ask what is his/her perspective, rather than to tell him/her what their thoughts, feelings, motives are.   I’ve had people tell me, “You’re abasing yourself online.  Stop it!”  From others, “You’re a horrible person, and no friend at all!”   Everyone’s idea, or concept, of a friend is different.  I can only say how I see it.  Others are entitled to their views.  To me, though:

  1.  A friend listens.
  2. A friend defers attention, when there is something pressing that intervenes.
  3. A friend does not let assumptions get in the way of friendship.
  4. A friend does not let pain, whether his or the other’s, destroy a friendship.
  5. A friend forgives, while expecting the injuring one to overcome that which led him/her to do the hurt.
  6. A friend picks up where the friendship left off.
  7. A friend says “No”, where “Yes” would be easier, but not beneficial.
  8. A friend calls those he loves to a higher level of discourse.
  9. A friend is forever.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Those who read this, you remain in my heart, and yes, if I hear that you are in distress, I will do all I can to help.  This is not because I am better, or “more noble”, but because we are both human.

More than Man Caves

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I have wanted to visit Arizona’s largest known publicly-accessible caverns, located nine miles south of Benson, for several years now.  A few days ago, tickets to the two tour routes were purchased and I set aside Saturday, Jan. 4, as my Cave Man day.

After a pleasant night’s rest at Quarterhorse Motel, and a hearty breakfast at the Farm House Restaurant, I headed down the short stretch of U.S. 83.

I pulled into the gate, showed my ticket receipt and went to the Discovery Center, to get my actual tickets, which are collected by the tour guide and reused by many visitors.  I was unable to take my camera or cell phone with me, into the caverns, so my own photos are of the Whetstone Mountains, which serve as the roof of  Kartchner Caverns.

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To the east, one can see the San Pedro River valley, southern Arizona’s most active riparian system.

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While I wasn’t able to take my own photos of the caverns, the Park itself graciously posts several, on Google.  Here are three  representative scenes.

Soda Straw Stalactites are made from the mineral deposits of  a single drop of water, suspending over time.

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^ @Copyright Arizona State Parks

Below is a drapery, which is a horizontal, rectangular mineral deposit.  This is called bacon drapery, for obvious reasons.

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Finally, we see Kublai Khan, a stalagmite, named for the Mongol Emperor of China, celebrated in verse by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.  This formation, found in the Throne Room, is the centerpiece of a delightful laser-light show, at the end of the Throne Room tour.

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^ @ Copyright Arizona State Parks

I also toured the Big Room, in the afternoon.  This room is closed, from May-October, as large colonies of bats roost here then, whilst giving birth and nursing their young.

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^ @ Copyright, GoCalifornia.com

The staff goes to great lengths to keep human oils, peeling skin and hair, as well as clothing lint, from getting in the cavern formations.  Visitors stay on a paved pathway, there are drain cups all along the paths in the caves and no animals are allowed in the caverns.

Ironically, the first exhibit that greets us, in the Discovery Center, is that of a Shasta Ground Sloth, one of the smaller ground sloths of Pleistocene North America.  The remains of one such sloth were found inside Kartchner, when the first two known explorers, Gary Tenen and Randy Tufts entered the caverns, in 1974.  A dead coyote was later found in the caverns.  These finds suggest an earlier passageway into the caverns, perhaps from Guindani Wash, which flows through the area, seasonally.

The Caverns, as mentioned earlier, are surrounded by the Whetstone Mountains, largely comprised of gray chert, which resembles the stone used in sharpening blades.  These small mountains may be explored further, by way of Foothills Loop Trail (2.5 miles) and the Guindani Trail (4.2 miles).  These two trails may be areas I explore later.  For Saturday, the caverns were more than enough to occupy my attention.

Tucson’s Seven Falls- Part 3

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Reaching the turning point of any journey is nearly always fulfilling- and last Friday’s arrival at the Falls was no exception.  Getting up and in there is ALL the fun.

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There are three falls that are accessible to the casual hiker.  I imagine the rock climbers could manage to get permits to go down to the upper four cascades, but I was glad just to have a bear’s eye view to the top.

I spent about ten minutes examining the first cascade, and its pools- both the feeder and receiver.

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Climbing up a short ledge to Cascade # 2, we find this:

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Going up to Falls # 3 is a slight alley-oop, through a safe rock ledge, to the left of the creek flow.

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There is a small beach here, at the hiker’s terminus.  I always count myself fortunate to find others at these sorts of places, so that I may take a photo of them as a couple or, as with the other day, a group of three.  I’m always glad to get a record of my own visit, in kind.

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Looking backwards, I feel blessed by the power of water.  For me, a child of fire, that’s huge.

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Going down the trail, back towards Sabino Visitor Center, I was  always reminded that it has been a work in progress to keep this sacred spot in the state that it was known to the ancient Sonorans.

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The first people here made their marks, but no doubt found the passage to the top of the ridge as formidable as we do.

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I got a nice warning from Mr. Sun that our time together in this breathtaking canyon was getting short.  The flashlight in my day pack wasn’t too fazed.

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Besides, this is another place where I was being closely watched and guided.

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These Seven Falls, in a dryer climate and lower in elevation than their Colorado counterparts, nonetheless inspire, comfort and reassure- just as much as the falls to the north.

Tucson’s Seven Falls- Part 2, Upper Bear Canyon

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The upper part of Bear Canyon features the last two creek crossings, then takes one up a moderate switchback and along a ledge trail, for the 2/3 mile remaining to Seven Falls themselves.  I found a few families returning from the Falls and at least one hiker looking exhausted.  Somehow, though, I did not get the feeling I was about to share his fate.

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The striations on the boulders increase with the level of water activity, indicating heavier mineral deposits upstream.

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Here is a look westward, back at Bear Canyon.

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The wispy cloud rising up reminded me of Penny.  There has not been a time that she has been more missed than right now.

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Heart-shaped rocks always seem to pop up, when I start to get a bit down-hearted.  Guess it’s a message that I can get  over whatever is weighing me down.  This lovely canyon was just the right place, on that day.

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Next:  Seven Falls themselves