On Sunday, April 20, Easter mornng, I managed to get myself out the door and headed off for a walk in the desert. Unlike most of the people I saw out there on the trails, I was not hiking just to get in a nice hike in pleasant surroundings. No. I was lost in my own imagination and exploring the wilderness. Walter Mitty, I am your brother.
This way. Right up the middle.
Not planning to climb a mountain. Another hiker told me it was exactly 5 miles to the other parking lot and back. Well, that’s not my plan either, but I take the low road at the beginning.
Optical illusion. Those people in the distance are above me, not below me.
I turned off the main trail, then looked back.
In explorer mode now.
Down, then up, except . . .
I turned into the gully. I like to walk in these desert washes.
Good place to look for rocks.
I was going to photograph my shadow, but thought why not take a selfie? Holding camera out with both hands in front of me and laughing at myself and the situation.
Onward, into the unknown.
Through tunnels of wood.
Into the golden forest. The mesquite trees were in bloom and covered with tiny yellow flowers.
The landscape is mostly igneous. Quite a bit of quartz, and this was a huge lump of rusted quartz in the middle of the stream.
Getting into rock troll country now. Caves are appearing in the creek banks.
This was a big one. In my imagination, it leads to underground realms.
The further I go, the wilder it gets.
I have my hiking stick with me. It is very useful in rough terrain like this.
Am I blocked? Not yet.
Where the wild things are, or should be.
Another obstacle. I climb around it.
Troll country, part 2
Find the lizard!
Troll country part 4
Back door to Trollhalla. End of the trail.
The edge of the elven forest beyond the desert.
Looking back at Phoenix
The body of a fallen giant.
The walk is almost over.
After a good walk, I’m always glad to get back to my car.
Another self portrait.
Of course a few rocks followed me home. Three quartz, one tufa, one hematite. I picked up this little red rock because it was so out of place. Lots of basalt, tufa, quartz and other volcanic ejecta, and this guy. How did he get into this landscape?
Sometimes I identify with rocks. I mean, really, we are all just pebbles in a huge stone field.