This narrative is out of sequence in deference to Mother’s Day as we enjoyed a few other hikes before this one. What does one get mother? We puzzled about it all week and then decided we have our own mother to think about—the kids should be thinking of their mother. Still, that did not sound right. How about a rock? They say that a rock is a woman’s best friend. Got it. Wilson Mountain is a spectacular rock, well a mountain. We hiked eleven miles with an elevation gain of 2,300 feet in arguably one of the most beautiful places we have visited. Our editor says the memory is fading as she recalls many superior places. Sometimes we think she needs to visit Dr. Gary Sneag more often—her eyes are ‘bent out of shape’. However, it is not nice to have a dispute in public, especially on the day for mothers.
We left the house at 5am in cool weather that lasted for a short while. Briefly, the hike has four components: A climb of about 1,400 feet from the trailhead, reaching a plateau, which provides magnificent viewing. In fact, the views are spectacular wherever one stands. We crossed the plateau, effectively the summit of the first mountain and climbed to the peak of the next mountain, set back from the plateau edge. The final mile-and-a-half brought us to the peak and Wilson Canyon Overlook. The views are breathtaking as one looks down and across at other mountains, cliff walls, along the canyon floor, the San Francisco Mountains of Flagstaff in the distance and so much more. Once again, we felt blessed viewing some of the finest offerings from nature, generously provided.
For a change, we were not that that tired on a trail that was near deserted.
We were not entirely heartless about Mother’s Day. We thought breakfast in bed would be a nice gesture and accordingly well received. However, at 4:30am, loaded with a tray carrying burnt toast, last night’s leftover tuna salad and lukewarm tea, we apparently missed the spirit of the day. We're thinking it might have been a fraction early to eat. Well, there’s always next year...we hope. We also missed our mother dearly although we spoke prior to departing for Wilson Mountain. However, we did enjoy breakfast at the peak—only because ‘mother’ made it, tasty as usual.
By the way, the cryptic title should read: Eighteen blessings before breakfast on Mother’s Day. Indeed, it was a day of multiple blessings. B’H.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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