Angie Lien and I were the first of eight MHC campers to arrive at Rose Canyon
Campground, situated at 7,200 feet in the tall pines of the Santa Catalina
Mountains north of Tucson. We set up camp and cut wood for the night’s
fire (fire restrictions lifted at last!) and were in the process of getting
ready for dinner, when Joe Michalides and Michael Humphrey arrived.
The serpentine Catalina Highway snakes its way up the Santa Catalinas.
It was almost dark by the time Rudy Arredondo and Jo Macias arrived, and the
temperature was dropping fast as the night chill of the Catalinas started to set
in. It actually felt pretty darned good to be this cool for a change to us
heat-weary desert dwellers, by now sick of seeing daily triple digits in the
forecast. Time to break out the long-sleeve shirts and sweatshirts.
Our resident fire tender, Angie, was now busy getting the evening’s
campfire going. This gal really knows her stuff when it comes to preparing a
campfire, and in no time at all we had a nice crackling fire going, as we all
gathered around to warm up a bit after dinner. The night skies begin to fill
with twinkling stars (where are you, Joe Orman?) over the Catalinas, and before
long the almost full (that would come the following night) harvest moon began to
crest over the ridge behind our campsite. Within a few minutes the moon revealed
its full bright sphere through the jagged tree line on the ridge. What a
fantastic sight this was. We knew Richard DeSouza and his wife Rochelle
Mascarenhas were not expecting to arrive until around 9:00 PM and were beginning
to become concerned when they still had not arrived by 9:30. It would be almost
10:00 before they finally rolled into camp. All were at last present and
accounted for, as the evening wore on. We had a long day ahead of us tomorrow,
as we slowly begin to turn in for the night.
Saturday morning greeted us with crystal clear, pale blue skies and a crisp,
cool 45 degrees. It is hard to believe that the hot, burning deserts of Tucson
lie just 25 short miles below us, down the winding Catalina Highway.
We begin to prepare hearty breakfasts of bacon, eggs, bagels, and pancakes that
would fuel the day’s hike.
Wilderness of Rocks — a geological wonderland.
Our destination today would be the Wilderness of Rocks, a
geological wonderland of rugged and weathered granite formations standing as
massive sentinels watching over the southern slopes of Mt. Lemmon. Breakfast
finished and the camp secured, we pile into two vehicles and head for the summit
of Mt. Lemmon and our trailhead for today’s hike. Just before the
picturesque village of Summerhaven, we make a right turn at the signed turn off
to Ski Valley and continue winding up the narrow paved road until it comes to a
dead end by a large fenced communication towers complex near the top of the
Studying the official trailhead sign, we soon realize this hike is going to be a
bit longer than originally planned, since the full loop is actually exactly nine
miles, instead of eight, as shown in my reference book. It is just past 9:30 AM,
as we start our descent to the Wilderness of Rocks on the Lemmon Rock Lookout
Trail just below the 9,157-foot summit of Mt. Lemmon.
Rochelle, Richard, Michael, Rudy (kneeling), Joe, Angie,
and Jo gather at the Lemmon Rock Lookout Trailhead.
We start hiking in a
forest of towering Ponderosa pine and Douglas fir, some up to four feet in
diameter and sixty feet tall. Colorful Indian paintbrush, lupine, and fleabane
dot the trailside from time to time.
Despite the 18 inches of rainfall these
mountain slopes have seen since early July and the start of the Arizona monsoon
season, it is still not sufficient to overcome Arizona’s prolonged drought
and populate the forest and meadows with the normal profusion of wildflowers
seen throughout the summer months.
We soon come to a short spur trail that takes us up to Lemmon Rock, a craggy
granite outcropping with a small white building perched on its very edge. We use
this opportunity to take in the spectacular surroundings and get a few more
pictures, including another group shot. We next encounter a series of short
switchbacks, as the trail snakes its way down Mt. Lemmon to the junction with
the Wilderness of Rocks Trail.
Parts of this trail literally sparkle in the
diffused sunlight filtering down through the overhead canopy, as light reflects
from ground up bits of mica and feldspar. Pieces of broken quartz also start to
litter the trail, before becoming fairly common as we drop in altitude. We
traverse through the last of the switchbacks, before making a couple of dry
creek crossings and decide to take a short rest break among some large granite
boulders scattered on the forest floor. Checking our watches, we realize that we
are not making very good time to this point, and are going to have to start
moving faster if we hope to complete the nine-mile loop before
sunset. We hit the trail again, determined to make better time.
Great view of the Santa Catalinas
from the upper trail.
Another half mile of so and we come to the Wilderness of Rocks Trail junction,
which will now take us in a southwesterly direction. We have dropped over a
thousand feet to this point, and our forest cover of pines and firs has
gradually given way to Arizona white oak, silverleaf oak, Arizona madrone, and
even a few alligator juniper.
Our more open trail and southern exposure even allow for the occasional prickly
pear cactus and yucca, despite our still relatively high elevation.
One of many horny toads we meet along the trail.
We spot the first of several baby horny toads scurrying across the trail. These
little guys (about one inch long) blend in so well with the trail you cannot see
them until they start moving, so we carefully step around them, as they go about
Before we even realize it, we have already entered the fantasyland maze of giant
rock formations known as the Wilderness of Rocks. Carved and sculpted over the
millennium by the ongoing and relentless forces of wind and water, the eroded
and weathered granite monoliths become more and more spectacular as we penetrate
deeper and deeper into this rock wilderness. As far as the eye can see, domes,
pinnacles, pillars, columns, hoodoos, and balanced rocks rise out of the
forested slopes of Mt. Lemmon and reach for the brilliantly clear blue Arizona sky.
The contrast of forest, rock, and deep blue sky is nothing short of
breathtaking. It is easy to lose track of time here, as I start wondering off
the trail in search of that perfect picture to capture the unique essence of
this rocky wonderland. It is almost noon, as we take a lunch break near the
junction with the Mt. Lemmon Trail that will return us to the summit and our
You’ll have to use your imagination here.
Interesting rock formations along the Wilderness of Rocks Trail.
At this mid-point in our loop trail, we have dropped over 2,000 feet in
elevation and face a long and rigorous 4.5-mile climb back to the top of Mt.
Lemmon. The full Mt. Lemmon Trail actually descends 3,450 feet from the summit
to Romero Pass, a total distance of 6.3 miles. Compared to that, our 2,000-foot
climb doesn’t seem so bad after all. To the southwest and southeast lie
the numerous canyons that form the drainage network for Mt. Lemmon, including
Romero, Lemmon, Sabino, Box Camp, Spencer, and Pine. In the distance we can see
the faint outline of the Mt. Lemmon Trail, as it follows a jagged ridgeline back
to the summit. We start a steady ascent through the rocks and boulders that form
the southwestern end of the Wilderness of Rocks. Live oak and manzanita grow in
profusion from any fissure they can take root in.
Small pools of water remain after recent rains in the Catalinas.
This trail, as well as the Wilderness of Rocks Trail, proves to be a little
difficult to follow at times, especially at creek crossings (Lemmon Creek
actually has flowing water in places on this day) and across large expanses of
bedrock. I believe all of us got lost at least once or twice, despite keeping a
sharp lookout for the trail marking rock cairns, which are few and far between
in a number of areas. Simply backtracking to the main trail and re-checking our
bearings would always put us on the right track again.
Steadily ascending the
ridgeline, we are refreshed by the cooling breezes blowing in from the west, as
our path takes us through a lush undergrowth of waist-high ferns, growing in
abundance from the monsoon rains. At the Sutherland Trail junction, 1.5 miles
from the summit, the trail transitions to an old abandoned road bed, which,
despite being wider, proves to be no easier a hike as it relentlessly claws its
way to the top through a dense forest of pine, fir, and scattered aspen groves.
The temperature drops steadily as we near the summit.
By 5:30 we are all back at the trailhead and ready to head back to camp and
dinner. Rudy and Jo have already left by the time we return to spend some time
with her folks in Oracle. After washing off the trail dust of the day, we settle
down to a great potluck dinner of salad, chili, burgers and hot dogs, chips and
salsa, and cantaloupe, all washed down by cold soda and beer. Angie has a nice
roaring campfire going for us once again, as we gather in a circle around its
welcoming warmth and watch the full harvest moon rise over the ridgeline behind
our camp. We have just enough mulberry wood left to fuel the fire for a couple
of hours, until we all begin to tire from the long day’s hike and start to
retire to our tents for the night.
Hopeful anglers try their luck at Rose Canyon Lake.
We wake early Sunday morning to the raucous call of the Raven, as it cawed and
flew on noisily beating wings from tree to tree around our camp. After
breakfast, we break up camp and head over for a quick look at Rose Canyon Lake
at the end of the campground road, just in time to see several fishermen reeling
in fat, squirming rainbow trout. A few of us decide to take a tour of
Summerhaven and stop for refreshments and a look at one of the gift shops, where
I purchase some home-made maple/walnut fudge. We then stop at Lookout Point,
where Angie and I finish off our last rolls of film on the unique granite
formations and scenic overlooks, capturing a couple of rock climbers descending
a sheer cliff face.
With that, we all head back down the winding Catalina
Highway into Tucson and back to the Phoenix area, hopefully to return once again
next year to hike and camp in this beautiful Sky Island, known as the Santa
Angie, rock climbing.