Sabino Canyon late afternoon stroll
A creek crossing was out of the question. Runoff from the mountaintops flowed with gusto around boulders, swirling and dancing with each bend in the creek. This desert was alive with river song. I diverted my hike from these potentially dangerous crossings opting for a more genteel stroll along the road where I would cross the water via bridges. Even with this diversion I ended up with wet feet. Water crested several of the bridges and I thought that if I walked over them quickly I would not get very wet. This is silly logic . My socks squished with water after each crossing regardless of my speed.
The compliant warm and dry late afternoon air, allowed comfort in my soggy shoes. My wet extremities enriched my experience, each immeression in the overflow made me more present and part of this canyon, this place. The Catalina Mountains and her rugged canyons are some of the most beautiful in the Tucson area. Earlier in the week I watched dark clouds overtake the range, reach for the city and pour rain into an already swollen river. Ordinary events of spring with their extraordinary beauty are what make Catalinas so special.
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