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| Hike & Climb | 13.60 Miles |
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| | Hike & Climb | 13.60 Miles | 8 Hrs 30 Mns | | 2.01 mph |
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| no partners | | It never really felt horribly hot, but it felt very humid. Oppressive eastern like humidity. Still, the dew point was not that high- low 50s at the airport, but probably higher in the canyon. I couldn't go back to those dew points in the 70s. Savage living, it would be. It might have been hot, too, but it didn't have that dry heat feel at 100 degrees I like, more like sticky and 88 degrees. It was nice on top, and there was a refreshing breeze while descending until I got to the oak woodland in the canyon. Then it was stagnant air and more moisture. If only people knew the truth back east when they talk about "dry heat".
I realized how easy this was, despite how it looked from the Window in March, and thought it would be more fun than Kimball. It was. It was uncomfortable hiking, I can't lie, but still more pleasant than last weekend with the cold wind in Colorado. I am doubting I'll hit Pusch Peak Saturday, and probably will make the drive to do a hike up high. As Liz says, it is summer. And how. I was never in danger of heat stroke, or anything even close, but it was just so wet in the air. The perverse sensation of water clinging to skin, yet still suspended in the air.
Smells were lacking down low, and it wasn't until the sun came out and heated things up that I was able to smell the oaks and pines. Odd that way, as the air was so moist I had trouble breathing. I don't know how to describe it, but it was like my pulmonary secretions were hydrating and making oxygenation difficult. How did I ever run when I lived in Florida?
Birds were still very noticeable in the canyon and on top, but the insects are the real noise makers, and they're fun to listen to, with several nice choruses heard during the outing. Saw no one once about a mile in, and then it was quiet as usual. No one appears to have been up high in a long while, judging by the trail. It never ceases to amaze me how isolated and alone one can be while on a trail in the Pusch, yet still so close to Tucson. |
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