A view of the rim from the west drive.
We slept in after our hike yesterday and took it easy on our sore legs, touring the west drive until noon. Viewing the Grand Canyon from the rim is pretty anti-climactic after hiking down to the bottom, so we just limped around, perusing the exhibits.
My calves hurt too much to do a mountain bike ride outside of Flagstaff, so we just drove south to Cave Creek, which is next to Scottsdale, which is where Nancy’s buddy Diane lives.
On the way down, we witnessed the slightly bizarre sight of trick-or-treaters coming out at sunset in the slightly bizarre town of Sedona. It symbolizes something, but I’m not sure what.
On the Pinnacle Peak Park trail.
We spent several days in Cave Creek, visiting with Diane and her husband Mike and letting the lactic acid slowly seep out of our legs. There’s a short hike near their house in Pinnacle Peak Park.
Wow, a golf course in Scottsdale.
The trail is three miles out-and-back and gains about 300 feet. It’s also a nature trail, with exhibits pointing out the various cacti.
Saguaros are the Lord’s way of giving you the finger.
It was apparent on the trail that Arizonians have their thermostat set at a different temperature than us mountain folk. The temperature was in the upper 80s, so of course we were in shorts and T-shirts, but a surprising number of hikers on the trail were wearing full sweatsuits.
We kept saying, “Aren’t they hot?” but nobody was sweating except us.
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