OK, so I've never been known for my fashion sense. But hiking has taken it to a new low. I don't care, but I thought I should warn anyone who comes to visit. Gray shorts, purple shirt, screaming green jacket, pink hat...I did have on gray socks that sort of matched my shorts. Really, I did! Oh, the black gloves keep my hands warm when I start out on these chilly desert mornings. Don't need them for long.
Perhaps this is why I rarely see any animals???
It's the weekend, which means hordes of turistas coming into Sedona. Which means I'm avoiding anything in "town." I headed out to hike the Bell Trail - another favorite spot east of I-17 (Sedona is west). Good choice! I had at least 31/2 miles of solitude (read: no humans) on the way in. I have done this trail before, but had never crossed the creek to climb the other side of the canyon.
Bell's Crossing
A lovely spot above the creek
Red rock columns and desert greenery
The long and winding road...
Love the way this trail hugs the rock walls!
On the way back, I had a nice view of 3 mule deer making their way along the western slope. A doe and 2 young'uns, white tails flicking as they went, huge ears at attention.
Very glad to be heading out as the humans began heading in. I was just about back to the trail head...and along comes a group of young adults - a 400 lb guy not wearing a shirt, his friend yakking loudly into his cell phone, and bringing up the rear...a guy dragging a full-sized cooler on wheels. Over the rocks, up the slope, bump-rattle-racket-racket-racket. As we YATs say - GAWD. I'm outta here!
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