Our son, Gavin, said that you now have sixty hikes in your top ten. There’s some truth in that although we would have not gone higher than forty-five. After all, we don’t wish to exaggerate. On Mother’s Day, we ascended this fabulous mountain from the north—we thought it was outstanding. Today (Friday), from the south, it was probably superior although one could make a good argument either way. Jenni voted the south access as her favorite; we couldn’t decide so we announced we ‘preferred’ both. For a day hike of less than ten miles, actually nine and elevation gain of 2,500 feet, it easily meets the top-ten criteria. Now that we have put that to rest, perhaps we should look at the photographs. Truth be told, it was a spectacular hike.
It seems at each place we visit, upon entering the town, we notice a particular mountain that appeals to us. It’s almost as if it beckons, “C’mon up and see us sometime,” to quote a madam of the past. When we looked at the saddle and peak of Wilson some three weeks ago, if not a mutual attraction, we certainly knew that we had to find our way up there. Of course, the visuals are a major attraction. However, as our editor put it so succinctly, the challenge to get to the top overrides all considerations, from our perspective.
We left early in order to avoid the heat as well as for another reason. It turned out to be the coolest day since arriving in Sedona—warmer clothes would have be more suitable. The gusting winds detracted from the experience but only slightly. The beauty from the summit is stunning. In addition, the trail has an open ledge for most of the way, allowing for magnificent views and a little exhilaration, at all times. There is no doubt, N’H, we will repeat this hike in the future. Our memories are not what they used to be. Did we mention that Sedona has a special place in our souls? Thought not.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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