FR80

Date: July 22, 2007
Time and Temperature: Start - 1640, 98
End - 1824, 91
Location: Just off of NF-80, between Tortilla Flat and Apache Lake
Distance hiked: About a mile
Elevation change: I'm guessing about 250 feet.
The numbers:
71 Pictures taken
1 Movie made
9 Millipedes spotted crossing the road
1 Pregnant woman standing beside the road in the middle of nowhere
1 Pair of scissors found in the desert.

Ramblings: Ninety-eight doesn't sound as hot as 105, but it felt worse to me. It was that low because of the humidity. I got soaked. I sat in the shade for 15 minutes to cool off and was still wet when I got up. The nice thing about the humidity, though, is the pretty clouds. I didn't get any really good pictures of them, though. In fact, after going through all the pictures twice to select which ones to put on the web album, I only had one selected. I went ahead and stuck some more on there, though.

Termites were swarming. I took a few pictures of them. No good ones. I saw a beetle out there I hadn't seen before. It wouldn't be still. All the pictures of it are blurred. I didn't get any pictures of the millipedes because I was driving when I saw them.

I thought I could see the Fish Creek Hill rest stop from where I was, so I drove over there after my hike to see what the place where I hiked looked like from the rest stop. It looked boring, but the view from up there was great. On the way back, about half a mile before I got to the paved part of the road, I saw a pregnant woman standing beside the road. She was looking back towards Fish Creek Hill as if she was waiting for somebody to show up. She didn't seem to be in distress so I didn't bug her. There was a lot of traffic on the road so she could have gotten a ride if she needed it. I saw what was probably her van parked where the pavements ends.

Two of the pictures were taken at Fish Creek Hill. Whoever can tell me which two wins a prize.

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Dad's influence, part 1

For the past couple of weeks, I've been thinking about how my Dad influenced my life. I think the most obvious thing might be my hobby, photography. When I was about 10, we moved to England and he bought a camera, a Zeiss Icon. He also subscribed to photography magazines. I was always looking for something to read, so I read those magazines. OK, I also looked at the pictures of scantily clad women, but I read about photography techniques and f-stops and shutter speeds and composition and all that stuff. Maybe that's why so few of my pictures consist of a group of people standing together smiling at a camera.

When I was 15, I had one of those cameras that you load a cassette of film into and take a picture and pull the film out and it develops in 60 seconds. One day I put one of my model cars (that had lots of "chrome") on top of a toaster oven and used up an entire package of film (probably $12 worth) trying to get a picture that looked decent. By having the camera close to the subject, the picture was guaranteed to be blurry. I was counting on that to hide the fact that it was just a model car. Unfortunately, I used up almost all of the film before I realized that the view finder didn't have the same view as the lens (unlike Dad's SLR) and so that's why all my pictures were offset. The last one was a lot better than the first, but none were very good. Anyway, Dad walked in to see what I was up to. I knew I was going to get yelled at for wasting all that film. Instead, he looked at the pictures for a few seconds, listened to my explanation of why most of them weren't centered, and walked out my room as if he were on his way to the next exhibit in a museum. Thinking back on it now, I bet that he was on his way to my sister's room and he was probably thinking that he was on his way to the next patient in a nut house.

When I was almost 30, Dad bought another camera (Pentax, I think) and gave me his Zeiss. I was thrilled. A real camera! The built in light meter was broken so I had to use an external, hand held meter. At first I was embarrassed to be using a hand held light meter, but I quickly learned that people thought I was some sort of pro because of that. I used black and white film for a long time and experimented with f-stops and shutter speeds and composition and all that stuff. I had a lot of fun and I still enjoy looking through that first album. I used that camera until we moved to Arizona (about 20 years).

There is so much to take pictures of in Arizona, at least in my opinion. I'm on my second digital camera now and at last count had over 16,000 pictures on my computer. I use the slide show screen saver and sometimes I sit in front of the computer for several minutes watching the pictures before I use the computer. I really enjoy this hobby, and I hope a few other people enjoy my pictures, too. Thank you, Dad.

Canyon Lake sunset

Date: July 16, 2007
Time and Temperature: Start - 1810, 104
End - 2040, much cooler
Location: Apache Trail, near Canyon Lake
Distance hiked: About 300 feet
Elevation change: About 40 feet
The numbers:
56 Pictures taken
8 Vultures seen at one time
1 Totally awesome sunset

Ramblings: The storm clouds surrounded the valley after work today, and were closer than yesterday. Lindsey and I went out to Canyon Lake to see if we could find anything interesting. We found an awesome sunset. The clouds always look so cool around here during the monsoon rains. They also look cool in the "winter", and during spring. There aren't any clouds in June. I'm getting off track here.

I parked at the high point of the road, between the lake and Tortilla Flat, and we scrambled up a hill for a better view. It was indescribable, and my puny pictures don't even come close to capturing it. Since I can't describe it, I'll quit talking about it now.

On the way home, while we were still on the twisty mountain roads, the wind and dust hit. The mountains looked foreboding and ominous shrouded in dust. Too bad for you it was too dark for pictures. It looked like there was lightening near the house and we got rained on (just enough to make the dust stick) on the way home. Another spectacular evening in the desert.

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A grainy day

That's right; grainy. Explanation below.

Voting has begun on the new format, and so far 100% are for it. Even Ronald Reagan didn't do that good.

Date: July 14, 2007
Time and temperature: Start - 18:36, 102
End - ~20:00, 98
Location: Bulldog Canyon. Here's a link to an old map (with old pictures) of the area.
Distance hiked: About a mile, round trip.
Elevation change: About 200 feet.
The numbers:
0 Can collected (but I saw two)
1 Plastic WalMart bag collected
0 Cactus thorns collected with the bag
0 Deer seen

Ramblings: Remember the picture of the owl from a couple of days ago? I set the "film speed" (I don't know why digital cameras have a film speed setting) to 800 to get that picture. I forgot to set it back to 80, so all the pictures I took on this hike are very grainy. Strangely, the files are larger than usual. I guess it takes a lot of bits to store that graininess info.

I spent most of yesterday playing Halo. I looked outside around 5:30 and thought the clouds looked good for a pretty sunset. Also, my legs felt strange from sitting at the computer so long, so I headed for Bulldog Canyon. I hiked to the top of Spooky Hill (next to Spooky Canyon, a previous post), which turns out to be a good spot from which to photograph sunsets. I also wanted to watch for deer passing by on their way to or from the Salt River, but I didn't see any. In fact, I only saw a few birds. I did hear coyotes in the distance. I also thought I heard a guy talking. I heard that last time I was up there and decided it was just flies buzzing. The voice always comes from the same direction. It could be people riding horses on the trail around Lone/One Mountain. There were people on horses out there somewhere. In fact, some peabrained moronic knucklehead parked his truck and horse trailer right in front of the Blue Point gate. I managed to squeeze by, but a Hummer wouldn't have fit. I bet some desert tour drivers were highly pissed.

Another reason I wanted to be on Spooky Hill at sunset was to watch for deer. There is a heavily traveled deer trail on one side and a not so heavily traveled one on the other side. I didn't see any deer, though.

About those two cans I didn't collect: They are at the top of Spooky Hill, on a gravely slope over a cliff. If I slipped trying to get the cans I could go over the cliff, and then who would update my blog?

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New format

I thought I would try a standardized (my standard) format for my hiking blogs so that it will be easy for people to find the information they are looking for when they check my blogs. I'll try it for a while and you can vote on whether you like it or not. OK, the voting rules: only votes posted as non-anonymous comments to this blog will count. Anonymous comments, or emails sent directly to me, will be read with disdain and pity, then ignored forever after.

Date: July 12, 2007
Time and Temperature: Start - ~5:40, 110
End - ~7:54, 98
Location: Bulldog Canyon. Click here for map
Distance hiked: About 2.7 miles
Elevation change: About 375 feet
The numbers:
15 Cans collected
2 Plastic bags collected
1 Golf ball and brake shoe collected
5 Cactus (cholla) thorns in hands
0 Cactus thorns in buttocks. Woohoo!
1 Liter of water consumed

Ramblings: I don't usually go for hikes when it is over 105, but it had been a long time since I'd been out in the desert, and I missed it. I almost overdid it, though. The problem is that it's hard to drink water that's over 100 degrees. I felt fine during the hike and afterwards, but it was the middle of the next morning before my bladder filled up. I'm going to start packing a frozen bottle of water and maybe something like Gatorade on really hot days.

The heat is really stressful. I tried to stay on level ground most of the way. I was going up the (steep) side of a wash once, with the sun shining on my back, and going slowly, but my heart was pounding and I was gasping for air as my body tried to get rid of the heat. As long as I wasn't climbing, there was a nice breeze that kept me comfortable. I also stopped in the shade of a saguaro now and then.

I noticed something interesting. If you find a bunch of beer cans laying around, that means you are near a road. People who drink beer don't like to carry it. Apparently, they don't even like to carry the empties in their vehicle.

I came across a U.S. General Land Office survey marker. Rocks had been piled around it. Then some critter piled cholla balls on the rocks. Then spiders wove webs around all of that.

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Robert Louis Brown

Robert Louis Brown
Born April 28, 1924 in Champaign, Illinois
Died June 30, 2007 in Richmond, Texas
Dedicated husband and father
He will be missed

 

Picasa Web Album Maps!

No hike today. It was just too darn hot!

I wanted to tell you about a cool new feature in Picasa Web Albums. You can include a map showing the general location at which you took pictures, and you can even place album pictures on a map to show exactly where they were taken. I've mapped some pictures in a few albums (usually not all pictures in an album, or it would be too cluttered), so browse through and check it out. Scroll to the bottom of an album and click on "View Map". For the places I tend to take pictures, you will need to click on Hybrid in the upper right corner of the map so see anything meaningful. The map will have some pictures on it; click on one for an enlarged view, and then you can scroll through them, too. In case you haven't figured it out, you can get to an album by clicking on the picture in some of my blogs.

You can also click on "View in Google Earth", which is really cool because you can change your viewing angle and get a feel for the terrain.

A bad lie

It was 108 when I left the house for today's hike. It was only 104 when I parked the truck, though. I went to Bulldog Canyon, near the deer funnel. Since it was so warm, I didn't really hike. I just kind of moseyed around the in shade of Lone / One Mountain. There was not any wind most of the time. It was very, very quiet. I could hear birds now and then and the occasional lizard skittering around. A couple of cicadas tried to scare me by going BWAAAAAAAAP! when I got close to them. Once I thought I heard sirens, then realized it was coyotes. More started howling, some of them pretty close by. I stood there listening, and watching a bird that was circling me for some reason (it wasn't a buzzard). It was so relaxing that I had to start walking again so my blood pressure wouldn't get so low that I passed out. I don't know what I would do without the desert to calm my nerves.

As I was approaching my parking spot, I saw a bird perched on top of a saguaro. I wondered why they never did that while I had my camera out. Well, today a bird posed on top of a saguaro for several pictures. I even got pictures of it eating the fruit. Unfortunately, it was in the shade of the mountain and against a bright blue sky, so the pictures are mostly silhouettes. I like the one I uploaded because the sky reflecting off its eye makes it look like it has a hole in its head. I would appreciate it if somebody could tell me what kind of bird it is.

One of the pictures is of something I find in the desert now and then. I understand how beer cans, balloons, and Wall Mart bags get out there. I can't figure out why I find so many golf balls, though. I'm not a golfer, but I think this one would be called a bad lie.

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Stop the carnage!

This post is not for the squeamish. If you are squeamish, close this window and go do a crossword puzzle or something.

Skid is out of town this weekend and asked me to take his trash out and put the can up after it was picked up. Naturally, I take care of other things while I'm there, like getting the paper out of the driveway and scooping drowned animals out of his pool. Today, the death toll was mind boggling. Five drowned chipmunks in just one day. Cute little chipmunks. Well, I suppose the were cute, at one time. But not when I found them. Some pictures are below. I made the first one a flower so people wouldn't accidentally see a drowned chipmunk. Don't look at the pictures if you are still eating breakfast, or lunch, or dinner, or if you have eaten within the past two hours, or if you plan to eat in the next day or two. Don't look at them if you are one of those people who, when they are in the middle of a meal, thinks of something gross and then can't eat any more. Just close this window if you happen to live with people who might trick you into looking at something gross because of their sick, twisted sense of humor, even though they know you won't be able to eat for days afterwards. Well, maybe they aren't all that bad. But don't look if you are squeamish.

Skid put noodles on the sides of the pool, held in place by blocks of concrete, hoping the chipmunks would use them to climb out of the pool. But they don't. Maybe since they live in burrows in the ground instead of in trees, they aren't very good at climbing. Maybe they didn't see that they could use the noodles to get out of the pool. Maybe they think only nerds use noodles. I don't know, but they drowned anyway.

I can't stand it. I had to take drastic measures. I hooked a couple of hoses together and put one end in the pool and the other in the wash. It's siphoning now. I figure the pool will be drained by the time Skid gets home. Oh dear, I just thought of something. I hope the chipmunks don't die from falling into an empty pool. I'll have to fill it in. Tomorrow.

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A weekend drive

Suzanne isn't on call this weekend, so we went for a drive. We went through Superior, Globe, Miami, Punkin Center, Jake's Corner, Sunflower, and back home. Well, there aren't many towns to name along the route, so click here to open a new window with a map of where we went. The scenery was beautiful the whole trip, but I only took pictures at Roosevelt Lake.

Since we went by Tonto National Monument, we decided to stop and see what that's all about. I didn't have time to go all the way up there today, and I didn't have my backpack with me. I'll have to hike up there another day.

The lake was a pretty turquoise color today. I tried to stitch together a panorama of the bridge near the Roosevelt Lake dam, but it didn't quite line up. The stitch program is not very bright, and not adjustable. You have to take your pictures perfectly, or your result looks like my panorama. Anyway, here are the pictures.

Weekend drive

I only put a couple of pictures on the map. Most of them were taken in the same vicinity.

Unexplored territory

Richard and I throttled the day today. At least I feel like I did. I'm worn out and can't believe I'm not falling asleep right now. After work, we took our ATVs out to Bulldog Canyon. We went in the Apache Trail entrance and went down a road I hadn't been on before; at least not on that part of it. It was very pretty, so I'll have to go back when there's enough light to get some pictures.

I want to make a Google map to show you where we went, but I'm falling asleep now. Maybe some other day.

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A little warm

I thought I was going to explain something I didn't have time to explain several days ago, but it's gotten late again and I still have to make the bed and I'm tired and nobody has expressed any interest in an explanation (does anybody even read this?), so that will have to wait until later.

The high today was supposed to be 107 but it was only 102 when I parked the truck. I decided that today would be a good time to perch on the side of Lone/One mountain (the east (shady) side) and watch for deer on their way to or from the Salt River. You would know why I picked this spot if I was not too tired to explain. I sat up there for at least half an hour, watching for any movement. I saw a lot of birds flitting around. No deer. No coyotes. Didn't hear any coyotes, either. Click below to open a new window with the pictures.

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The first picture shows what is either a shadow or a cave. It's going to be difficult to get up there to find out which. Maybe this coming winter. The next picture shows the pass that I suspect funnels a lot of deer on the way to and from the Salt River. Then there are several pictures of items of great public interest. The last is a panorama showing almost everything visible from where I was. When shooting "stitch" photos, the exposure is set on the first picture and all the following pictures use that setting. That's why the center of the picture looks overexposed. If the camera didn't do that, though, the boundaries between pictures would be obvious. You should be able to find my truck in there if you blow it up to full size. No hints. Well, ok, one. It's the only silver truck in the picture. It's the only truck in the picture. It's the only vehicle in the picture. I had that whole place to myself. Nobody even drove past my truck for the 2.5 hours I was there (I checked for tracks). I guess most people thought it was a little too warm to be out in the desert. It's fine if there's a breeze, though.

Funny videos

OK, this has nothing to do with the desert, but it's a couple of videos that I thought were really funny.

An old new road

Today, Richard and I went down a road in Bulldog Canyon OHV area that I thought I hadn't been on before. When we got to the end, I realized that Lindsey and I had been there last summer. Silly me. I only got one picture that I like.

We were walking around looking at stuff when Richard stopped so suddenly he almost did a somersault. He pointed at what stopped him but it blended in with the surrounding dirt so well that it took a while for me to see it. Here's a picture.

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We watched it for several minutes and it never moved. It never flicked its tongue. We couldn't even tell if it was breathing. We left it alone.

Celebration hike

Today I went for a hike to celebrate not being caught in the RIF. It was very quiet in Bulldog Canyon OHV area today. No wind; only a few birds twittering here and there. On days like this, my footsteps seem so loud. Especially when I'm trying to sneak up on deer. I'll have to write about that some other time, though. It's late and I'm tired.

Click here to see a map of where I hiked today. You might have to click on "satellite" or "hybrid" in the upper right corner of the map to get a view of something besides solid white.

I did see a deer as it sailed through the air over a bush or something as it ran away from my crunching footsteps. I'm going to hide in a spot where I can watch them go by some day. I know just the spot. More on that later. Here are pictures.

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Apache Trail sunset

There were storms south east of here today. Late this afternoon it was cool and breezy. I drove out Apache Trail, just past the Superstitions, to enjoy the cool weather and get some pictures of the sunset.

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Spooky Canyon

That isn't its official name. That's just what I call it.

Yesterday there were some high clouds in the late afternoon. I went for a hike hoping that there would be some today, and there were. Bad for photography, but great for keeping the blazing sun from frying you. I headed for a small peak I had decided I should climb a few weeks ago. The summit was only 223 feet above where I parked my truck, but I was huffing and puffing all the way up. I thinks it's the Flomax. When my free samples run out I'm going to quit taking it. I don't think I need it and I don't like the way it makes me feel.

Anyway, I hiked around to the hill and was about to start up a ridge when I was overcome by this feeling of dread. When I looked up the canyon I had this feeling that something very bad had happened there or that there was something very bad there now. Fortunately, I have learned from past experiences like this that it means nothing at all. I'm not psychic. There was probably just something a little odd about the canyon that I wasn't consciously aware of, but somehow I was aware of it.

I continued up the ridge and stopped to check for echoes. The sound vanished as soon as I made it, swallowed by the desert. It's very unusual to find a place with no echoes. It reminded me of that movie based on a Steven King novel, "The Langoliers" or something like that. There's that spooky feeling again.

There was a very nice breeze at the summit. I stayed there for about half an hour enjoying the view and taking pictures and a movie. I came down in a kind of round about way not shown on the map. Oh, the map. Click here to see a map of the hike. Click on the blue icons to see a description and pictures.

On the way back to the truck, I hiked up the canyon a short ways. It was eerily quiet in there. I hiked to a large rock in the middle. I was nervous so I was being very careful, looking all around for rattlesnakes. I was standing there when I heard a growling noise. I was looking around for the monster when I realized it was a car or motorcycle engine being revved in the distance. I heard a loud hissing and looked around for the giant snake, and saw a bird fly by near me. I was telling myself to quit being so jumpy when I heard a loud, inhuman moan coming from up the canyon. It was an awful, terrifying sound, the kind that makes wish you could quit hearing it and forget you ever heard it. Before it ended, though, I realized it was tires on a road in the distance. The canyon seems to funnel in sounds from a couple of miles away. Maybe the reason it "looked" spooky when I first saw it was because it didn't sound right. One of the reasons I hike in the desert is to enjoy the quiet, but that canyon was too quiet, except for the occasional sound piped in from who-knows-where.

Not all of the pictures are on the map. Unfortunately, movie resolution is lost during upload. Here are all the pictures and the movie.

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Lauren in Bulldog Canyon

Lauren and I went for a short hike in Bulldog Canyon this afternoon. She's still a little sore from her surgery but she even climbed a rock. It was still pretty cool today, but I didn't want to do a lot of hiking because of all the dust that is still in the air. We wandered around in an area where lots of people camp and hang out, though there was nobody there today. We had the whole place to ourselves. Anyway, there were pieces of washing machines, lots of broken dishes, millions of pieces of glass, and spent shells galore. If you looked past all that, there was beautiful scenery all around.

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Sunset on FS172

After work today, Richard and I went for a drive along FS172. It's very pretty out there. Today wasn't the best day for enjoying the scenery, though. It was a lot cooler that it has been lately (in the 60's by the time we started back), but it was very windy today and there was a lot of dust in the air.

We were out there for about 2 hours, surrounded by spectacular desert scenery. We had the whole place to ourselves. We didn't see anybody else the whole time. That just boggles my mind. Were we the only ones out of the 3 or 4 million that live near here that were willing to forgo the TV or video games or bar scene or whatever and get out here to enjoy something so real and so beautiful? It doesn't bother me if we are. I don't like crowds.

On the drive out after sunset, we saw some bats. They would fly along about 20 or 30 feet in front of the truck, 15 or 20 feet in the air, for 5 or 10 seconds. I wonder if they thought we were following them.

There are a couple of pictures of Richard, one of the sunset, and several of the desert in the gathering gloom of nightfall.

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Richard tours Bulldog Canyon OHV area

I've been taking all our guests on tours of Bulldog Canyon but never thought about asking Richard if he wanted to go. He moved out here a few years before me, so I guess I always assume that he has already been everywhere. Good thing he asked me to take him with me.

I parked for a while in a spot where it's convenient to get out and look around. I had stopped there with Kasey and James and Kasey pointed out that my truck looked like it was in a Toyota ad. The lighting was better today (earlier in the day), so I included that picture. Unfortunately, I didn't get many good pictures today. Here's both of them.

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