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9.10 & 9.12 Submarine and Steamboat Rocks, both maiden voyages

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Steamboat Rock—our target, the funnel Editor calls engine room: "More steam!" Plotting a way up the vertical rocks On Friday afternoon , we hiked broken arrow trail arriving at Submarine Rock. We joined Roilia, a Mexican fellow, who has lived in Sedona for a number of years. We sat together on the conning tower, or bridge, who knows the exact position and swopped stories. We were interested to ascertain how to make an ascent of Steamboat, a 1200 feet climb onto this massive slick, red rock. We had hiked in the valley across the way a few days earlier where we partly climbed what we thought was steamboat—apparently it was only a cruise ship. A view of Camel Rock, friends & Midgely Bridge below (car park, too) Editor at the funnel wall; temperature much cooler at peak because of winds The last part down Today, we set off to climb to the funnel at this prodigious rock, another we had missed in the past. Briefly, it looks li...

9.08 A rocky tugboat in dry Wilson Canyon

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For a couple who have spent much time in Sedona, it’s surprising how little we have seen. In the wilderness areas, the mountains and rocks are overwhelming; they seem to ‘leap’ vertically towards the sky, forming incredible cliffs. Today again, we obtained perspectives unseen before as we wound our way through the canyon surrounded by mountains that took the breath away. Scrambling over and up the rocks, some bushwhacking and tricky ledge walking ably assisted in keeping the breath at bay. A subsequent hike (9.11) took us from canyon level to the peaks some 2,300 feet above. Jenni dwarfed by mountains that left (leave) a lasting impression Not actually playing peek-a-boo, looking for a gap Our destination in foreground, darker color At one stage, we had to protest to our editor. Between the toxins from insect bites suffered, the adrenaline flows that are occurring too often this week, we need a mid-week Sabbath. With the usual rolling of the eyes, she said nonchal...