I went back to Madera Canyon last weekend. Another great hike. Got there early enough, the whole place was deserted. At one point, I had all the names of these mountains committed to memory. That was some time ago. Ahem. In any case, what does it matter? I had a great time!
Again, there was a lot of snow on the ground. Right around here, I ran into three old guys. Had to be around seventy at least, maybe older. Just out enjoying the woods together. They asked where I was headed, I told them, and we spent a few pleasant moments chatting. I admire guys that age who aren't afraid of the woods. Hope I'm like that when I'm that age.
This is Josephine Saddle, where all the major trails in Madera eventually converge. Near here, in a freak snowstorm, three Boy Scouts lost their lives. I'd like to say I paused and reflected. In reality, I was way too freaking cold to think of anything but the jacket I'd left in the car. (Spot the irony, win a dollar!)
A little farther along the trail. Note the change in elevation from the first pic to this one. These are basically the same mountains. Left me a little breathless. The snow in this portion of the trail was thick and trackless. Not a soul around. Nice. The wind eventually was blocked by the mountains in front of me. Even nicer.
Those far off mountains are in Mexico.
A view back along the trail. You can probably spot it. Again, there was a lot of snow. At this point however, I was no longer cold.
This was another trip where I saw tracks and heard noise, but didn't see much in the way of wildlife. You could feel it out there though. I saw more cougar tracks too. Some bobcat. Raccoon. Etc.
Observatories on Mt. Hopkins. At least I remembered that name!
This is a grove of quaking aspen about three miles from the end of the hike. Beautiful trees. A nice thing to see on the way out. A beautiful day. Will I be back? You betcha. With a jacket!
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