Went on a hike in the Superstition Mountains, which tower over the house here. Take note of the person at the end of this long stretch of rock. Camera tricks: You can't tell the verticle rise in this picture that well because you can't feel the gravity of the situation, pardon the pun. But to get up this rock, I used all fours. Then it got steeper to the point where I really was concerned about how I was going to get down again. When you turn around up here, after afixing yourself to the slant, here is the view of Apache Junction and the valley, home to 4 million people: 



This aperature does not qualify as a canyon. It is too small, apparently. It is called a "draw." I continued on a ways after reaching the top picture. The goal, Flatiron, is in the upper left of the top picture. I thought I would make it, but when they said in the guide book that the trail turns "very difficult," they meant it. Of course, that doesn't mean there weren't dozens of people on the trail who looked to be much older and more fragile than myself, people who scooted up the cliffs like mountain goats. 


 


Went on a hike in the Superstition Mountains, which tower over the house here. Take note of the person at the end of this long stretch of rock. Camera tricks: You can't tell the verticle rise in this picture that well because you can't feel the gravity of the situation, pardon the pun. But to get up this rock, I used all fours. Then it got steeper to the point where I really was concerned about how I was going to get down again. When you turn around up here, after afixing yourself to the slant, here is the view of Apache Junction and the valley, home to 4 million people: 



This aperature does not qualify as a canyon. It is too small, apparently. It is called a "draw." I continued on a ways after reaching the top picture. The goal, Flatiron, is in the upper left of the top picture. I thought I would make it, but when they said in the guide book that the trail turns "very difficult," they meant it. Of course, that doesn't mean there weren't dozens of people on the trail who looked to be much older and more fragile than myself, people who scooted up the cliffs like mountain goats.