Crunch, crunch, crunch I walk on the gravel trail 100 at the North Mountain Park in Phoenix. Dry dusty desert greets me as I begin my hike in the park.
Beyond a blackened sun-burnt tree appears a cross-like cactus that stands alone and mighty on top of a barren hill.
North mountain yellow blossoms
The path turns away from the hill and deeper into the heart of the park. Before I turn to follow the path, I notice a lush green area and read a sign that tells me that there is water in the area so that the desert animals may survive without having to search for water in human-occupied areas.
In the same place, what looks like a large jacaranda tree with yellow blossoms glows dramatically against the dull clouded sky. I take in the magical moment before heading further.
Crunch, crunch, crunch my footsteps fall into a rhythmic pattern as I walk on. Suddenly, I stop, breaking the rhythm as a coyote softly patters across to the other side of the path. Perhaps it is as surprised as I am. After crossing, it turns its head and stares back at me. I look into the coyote’s eyes and wonder what the next move will be. I silently acknowledge its beauty and move on. The coyote hurries away as if remembering more important business.
I decide not to hike the whole 10 miles of trail 100. Instead, I divert to the Shaw butte trail on my right. The path here is not as stony, but it dips up and down as I cross dry stream-beds. Wise humming birds buzz excitedly around a dry bush with tiny pale white flowers. They seem to have struck gold in the harsh desert. Before I turn back, I observe the scenery to my right. The hill is so close, it looks more like a mountain. Majestic.
I stand a few minutes just looking at the grandness laid out before me. Three tall cacti stand like ancient seers that observe the play of nature silently and patiently bearing it all. I smile and hope that I build more patience as the incoming summer threatens long hot days.
I head back amazed by a view of the city although slightly obscured by a low hanging cloud. It reminds me of the many more hikes I should enjoy in the cool wind while I can.
Isn’t this a great place? I haven’t been there lately since the City of Phoenix cut the budget. The visitor center used to have all kinds of classes and activities, but know I think they are only open on weekends. I took the entire hike with one of the rangers in the coolness of a weekday morning.
I’m curious. What time did you see the coyote?
Thanks for the great reminder of a wonderful place.
I saw the coyote in the evening. It was probably after 6p.m.
Yes its a great place, and its so close to where I live.