Friday morning we decided to hit the trail earlier than usual. Our goal was set on the overpowering Sandia Mountain Range. It is a wonderful but intimidating sight. We have never come across a ‘low’ or ‘easy mountain’—they all need to be respected. However, this is a religious one. It requires more prayer than usual. Back to the present.
The early going proves to be very tough as there is no decent trail from our commencement position. After an hour of scrambling over rocks, fighting the mosquitoes, keeping an eye out for snakes and avoiding the millions of cactus plants, we call a meeting. We learn from a local that the trail we are on will not get us to where we need to go because of various changes. Plan B calls to use the tramway as it is Shabbos later and we cannot be late. The tramway is an amazing piece of engineering—man at his best. (We can discuss with anyone who has an interest, later).
We then hiked at the top and enjoyed an incredible experience. We forgot to mention that we were also influenced to change tack because of the recurring injury of the thigh. It is proving to be bothersome. We were hoping that it would wait and be accommodating until San Diego before playing-up like it is. What can you expect? Like children, these body parts.
At the top, we met Art, an old-fashioned gentleman. He volunteers once a week as a ranger. He is a fascinating man who could see the excitement in our eyes, or so he said. He noticed this even though we were wearing sunglasses. We will let the pictures tell you the whole story.
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