It was worth it. Here we are on top. There was a guy (no other people were crazy enough to attempt the climb, I think), who asked us if we wanted him to take our picture. He looked at me and said, "I don't know another mother who would do this alone with her kids." Well, what can I say? We thrive on adventure.
Steve and Eva came with us part way up, into the Basin area. This five-year old girl is a tough cookie. She wants to keep up with her brothers. She is a strong hiker with a lot of attitude. My heart leapt as I watched her hold her brother's hand on the way up. I listened to him encourage her, and my heart leapt some more.
|See that pyramid-looking shape in the middle of the picture? This is where we climbed.|
Here are some more pictures of this gorgeous area, taken straight from our campsite, and on a different hike. These are the Superstition Mountains.
The day after the hike, we spend most of the day driving, which was fine with me and my sore body. I snuggled into the bed with the two big windows, hung out with the kids, knitted and read, while Steve drove. We found a place to wild camp close to Sedona. I can't tell you how awesome it was to not be in a RV park. No hook-ups, no people, no barking dogs, just our little family, the beauty of desert wilderness, and a mind blowing sunset.
I love this red rock country. It is so different from our rainforest home in Washington. And the SUN! The SUN! We are getting a tan.
We bicycled to some cliff dwellings we visited two years ago, but you need an appointment for a tour, and we didn't this time. So we took off on our and found a place a ranger had told us about the day before. We scrambled through a lonely canyon and found amazing petroglyphs. I wasn't the only one shouting with excitement!
The next day, we hiked up Doe Mountain. I will let the pictures speak for themselves.
I feel guilty showing you all this. I know many of you are at home and only dream about a trip like this. I feel like a spoiled brat being able to do all this.
Let me just say: We make choices as a family. We are not loaded with money. In fact, we live very, very simply - more modestly than many of my blog readers. We work very, very hard in the spring, summer and fall, so that we can leave in the winter, when grey rain and drizzle descend on our homestead week after week. I get depressed and sad. Being able to escape South and soaking up sun and adventure feeds me for months to come, making it possible for my huge energy output and work load.