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Leader: Beth Baumert
Hikers: Sam, Jenni, Anatoli and Natasha, Darleen, Joe, Bob and father-in-law,
and Violeta.
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The sun was breaking through ...
... but not for long.
As we started down Route 69 towards Prescott on Saturday, the skies
turned to a progressively darker gray, until they opened up in a
downpour as we entered the Prescott Valley. However, Darleen, the
eternal optimist, assured me that it was getting lighter off in the
distance as we drove up the mountain above downtown Prescott, and
that the rain would stop when we reached the trailhead.
To my distinct pleasure, she was absolutely right.
The ten of us started up the trail, with the lovely scent of pines
surrounding us, with the sun breaking through the gray clouds and
warming us, and with the oak and maple trees delighting us with
blazing colors. We ascended up the mountain through the cool, fresh
air, with the sun poking its head out and shining on the granite
boulders.
At the top of the mountain, at 7700 feet, we plopped down on the
picnic tables to partake of our lunches, and then we climbed up
to take in the spectacular view of the surrounding mountains and
valleys from the fire tower. It was windy and cool, but the sun
still came out occasionally, as we started off on the other side
of the loop.
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Spectacular fall foliage!
We heard distant rumblings of thunder but were happy
to be heading downhill. We passed moss-covered pines and breathed
in the scents of the silent forest. The only sounds were of the
wind in the trees, until we were suddenly assaulted by pea-sized
hail. We donned our rain ponchos and continued downhill. The trail
started to become white, but the shower ended.
We descended through towering ponderosa pine trees and past a
massive alligator juniper tree. We tread upon fallen leaves and
trudged past fallen trees and a mossy area, where a hint of a
stream moistened the rocks. Suddenly, we were hit with a blast
of icy air as the wind picked up, and a huge, gray cloud was
overhead, while thunder boomed. We were again pummeled by small
hailstones, until there was a sudden transition to a downpour
of lovely, soft snowflakes. This lasted the rest of the hike
and was quite soothing and peaceful, except for when we were
unnerved by a lightning flash directly above us. We made it out
safely, and Sam’s sandaled feet survived. Upon our
return, we discovered that it was 34 degrees! We then proceeded
to Young’s Farm, where we warmed our insides with food
and drink. It was a wonderful day with great company.
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