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Hiking the Peralta Trail – Last

It was five months ago yesterday that I took the hike and made these photos, so I should probably finish the series and post the images that have been sitting here in draft form since February…

Peralta Trail Superstition Mountain stacks and waves

You might remember from the previous posts that there was a chance of rain and that the skies were overcast for most of the hike….  You might remember, as well, that the significant landscape feature of the hike was Weaver’s Needle….

Peralta Trail Weaver's Needle and Pinion Pine perspective

I had hiked out to that lone pinion pine in the above photo and made some closer-up images of the Needle…and also in the above photo, if you can imagine us to the far right and out of frame, that is where I was when I made the first image of this post, looking south and east from that bit of a plateau that leads to the pine tree.  I was heading back to the Fremont Saddle to descend the trail on the hillside that would take me down and to the west of the Needle when I made the above photo.

Peralta Trail approaching Weaver's Needle from the southwest

On the level trail now, still looking at the southern aspect of the Needle…in among the rich desert foliage that was largely unfamiliar to me, but contained some type of willow, mesquite, and occasional palo-verde.

Peralta Trail Weaver's Needle water feature

It had rained earlier in the week and the park ranger said all the streams had stopped flowing.  The rushing course had stopped, but the water was still seeping slowly in the deeper parts of the canyon, still moving enough that I could hear the occasional trickling that seemed so out of place in my surroundings.

Peralta Trail delicate desert in the Superstition Mountains

The desert is not all dessication and waste….

Peralta Trail Weaver's Needle from the north

If I had more time, I would have enjoyed climbing the hill, walking around the Needle, and capturing some images of what the prominence looked-like up close and personal.

Peralta Trail Weaver's Needle and Peralta Canyon

Looking at Weaver’s Needle from the north…the Fremont Saddle is reached by going back through that rich path of green toward the right and climbing the switchback trail up to the lower portion of the horizon just below the patch of blue in the photo above.

Peralta Trail Weaver's Needle and blue sky

Clearing skies on the way back…looking toward the north…

Peralta Trail - Peralta Canyon with Weaver's Needle panorama

And then the broader view, looking north again, from the beginning of the switchback trail leading up to the Fremont Saddle.

Peralta Trail Tolkien Towers and the Superstition Mountains

One of the last photos I made of the hike back, heading down the trail from the Saddle, through the “hordes” of other hikers making their way up to it; I stopped to capture an image of the rolling purple waves of the Superstition Mountains…and the Tolkienesque sandstone spires that adorned the ridge of the western aspect of Peralta Canyon.

If you’d like to take another look at the earlier two posts on the Peralta Trail, you can click here and here.

As always…thank you for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed the little glimpse into Arizona’s Superstition Mountains.


Bells Canyon Reservoir and Lower Falls

I have stood in this exact same spot, on a bench mind you, overlooking the Bells Canyon lower reservoir so many times that I cannot begin to number them from memory.

…and I have walked this trail in all seasons, heading toward the lower and upper falls, and even toward the upper reservoir another couple of miles up into the mountains.

If you look closely, in the above and below photographs, you can see a tiny splash of white that is brighter than the rocks below and to the left of it…that white splash is what I perceive to be the lower falls…something that I have observed from several miles down the road, and even as far away as the back balcony of my children’s home in West Jordan on the other side of the Salt Lake Valley.  Some might suggest that it is the upper falls, but there are no singular monstrous rocks beneath the upper ones, only the lower ones, where I and my hiking companion sons have rested and snacked after admiring the falls face to face.

Below is a favorite spot along the Bells Canyon stream…another special place that I have photographed multiple times…with snow on the banks and perched like cones or caps on top of the rocks with the water barely trickling among them, or with the rich greens of spring and summer when the water was crashing or running over the tiers of rocks like a flood.

It’s always such a pleasure to stand back and watch as someone beholds the falls for the first time…to see the delight in their eyes, and to watch the slight grin grow into a full-on smile as they are slowly christened with the over-spray and mist….

My daughter shared with me that someone had slipped into the falls a couple of weeks earlier while attempting to jump over the stream that led into them…and of the near futile efforts to locate and recover the body from under the logs where it was eventually found…a rescuer saw a flash of color in the crush of water that didn’t belong in the middle of it all…the red or yellow or blue jacket that was still on the the body….

In the last 100 yards or so climbing up to the falls, more than 30 hikers passed us on their way down the trail…and fortunately, there was only one other person up there when my daughter and I arrived…another quiet individual who we only glimpsed once or twice as we cherished the amazing wonderfulness that surrounded us.

The above photo is from near the spot above the falls where the individual likely attempted to jump across the stream.  I have sat there in the past with at least one of my sons…admiring the view and the crush of the melted snow that thundered over the falls…while having a snack of a crisp apple and “Indulgent” trail mix.

My daughter and I continued up the trail to the upper falls (to be shared in a later post)…but this is what it looked like, in the above photo, facing back up the canyon on our return trip down to the reservoir….

And lastly, an afternoon view of the Bells Canyon lower reservoir….  It used to take me 15 minutes to drive to the trailhead for the trail that leads to the reservoir…now it takes more than 10 hours….


Portal….

On the trail to Lake Blanche and the other Sister Lakes in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah.  An image to take one away…to another place and time…another existence or life, even…so it might seem.


Sundial Peak and Lake Blanche….

One could probably say that I’ve been guilty of overdoing things with my posts on Lake Blanche and Sundial Peak, so I’ll keep this one to a bare minimum and only post one photo from my most recent trip…although it’s been more than three years since I have been able to make the hike up there, so I should probably lay it on thick and post something like 20 or more photos….  Anyway, here’s the postcard image with the little people included so you can appreciate the grandness of the place….

If you’re relatively new to the blog, you can start here in viewing other posts on the lake and it’s surrounding area…or you can scroll down a little bit past this post, find the “Search” widgit, and enter “Lake Blanche” or “Sundial Peak” into that feature to be presented with a veritable list of options for seeing more of the place.


Desert light….

By far, I have found it best to be on these desert trails shortly after sunrise, or within the first hour thereafter….

…the light is more pleasant and provides for greater character in the subjects found along the way.

Two Sundays ago found me hiking south on the Black Canyon Trail from the Bumble Bee trailhead.  I have hiked this stretch of the trail once before…on a sweetly cloudy day in July of last year.

I didn’t go as far with this present hike, as the day’s heat was growing more oppressive and casting something of an ugly hue on everything that caught my eye.

I didn’t get out hiking in the earlier part of Spring, and have therefore missed the rich greenness that all of these wild grasses and flowers must have added to the area.

I love the pearl-like clusters of the creosote or grease-wood bushes…especially when the morning light is behind them.

The desert, overall, wasn’t especially attractive on this particular morning, but when I stopped along the trail to look more closely, I found plenty to admire.

All of these images are from the first two and a half hours heading out on the trail.

And in the photo below, a glance skyward brings a reminder of what can happen if one tarries too long…..

 


Hiking the Peralta Trail – Middle

This second installment begins where the first one ended, right at the Fremont Saddle…the geographic/landscape feature that appeared to be a resting and turning-around point for many hikers.  That was my impression, anyway, as there were a few people who walked out to the lone Pinon Pine in the distance, and many fewer people who actually went down the trail that eventually led to the base of Weaver’s Needle in the background…and swarms and tons of them at the saddle and back down on the first half of the trail as I made my return trek.

Peralta Trail first glimpse of Weaver's Needle

This second image is the view to the left of Weaver’s needle, made from the same location as the one above….

Peralta Trail looking west of Weaver's Needle from Fremont Saddle

There is actually quite a gulf of rock-filled space between that lone pine and the southern edge of the base of Weaver’s Needle, even though some of the following images offer a view that appears somewhat contrary to what I just stated.

Peralta Trail Weaver's Needle and Pinion Pine from Fremont Saddle

If you can return to the first image above, find the two people, and then travel in your mind in a sort of quarter or third of a circle off to your right, you will come to the location where I made the below image…it’s looking somewhat off to the southeast…over a further expanse of rocky and bouldered desert that contains dozens of other trails.

Peralta Trail Superstition Mountains with yucca stalks

Crazy waves of mountain tops and yucca stalks….

Peralta Trail with waves of mountains and yucca stalks

Approaching Weaver’s Needle now, coming from the southeast where the above image was made…with a somewhat serpentine trail drawing us closer.  You can see two people on the trail….

Peralta Trail approaching Weaver's Needle on Fremont Saddle

And below, facing somewhat northeast over the rocks and mountains of the Superstitions.  I shared this image in a black and white rendering a few weeks ago….

Peralta Trail neighboring rocks of Weaver's Needle

It appears that we’re getting really close now….

Peralta Trail approaching the monolith of Weaver's Needle

Don’t forget to look down…and pay attention to what’s there….

Peralta Trail yucca viewed from above

Final yards up to the lone Pinon Pine…a feature that is discussed on-line as another favorite destination and turn-around spot.  I encountered a man and woman (and their dog) who appeared to have spent the night under the pine…and were packing to leave as the other hikers and I arrived…rested, lingered, and then departed to continue our respective journeys.

Peralta Trail Pinion Pine Pointe

This is the view from the ledge just down and to the left/west of the pine tree…there is quite a bit of space between the tree and the Needle…..

Peralta Trail Weaver's Needle from Pinion Pine overlook

More to follow….


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Weaver’s Needle and Surround in Black and White

Weaver's Needle and Surround in Black and White


Hiking the Peralta Trail – First

The Peralta Trail is just one of the almost 40 trails that one can find in the Superstition Mountains of Arizona.  The mountains are part of the Superstition Wilderness that lies within the confines of the Tonto National Forest. I might have mentioned it in the earlier post, but my visit to this bit of desert a week or so ago was my first….  I have only driven “close” to the area a few times in my two-decades-plus of living in Arizona…and by “close,” I mean maybe within 20 miles…or more.  The photo below was made about 17 minutes before “sunrise” proper, so it’s a little dark…even with some “fill light.”

Starting on the Peralta Trail just before sunrise

I didn’t really know what to expect when I arrived at the canyon.  I did know, however, that I would be following the trail, out and back, so I didn’t research the actual trail, other than to learn where to find the trailhead.  I did not check-out Google’s images of the trail or the mountains.  I wanted everything to be fresh…wanted the neuronal memories to be of things that I actually saw….

Peralta Trail water feature

I spoke with one of the National Forest attendants who was milling around the parking lot and he said that all of the streams had stopped running by then, said they were going earlier in the week with the rains, but that I shouldn’t have any difficulties crossing the stream-beds during the hike.  This one was still actually “running” when I encountered it on the way out, and back several hours later…but it was much nicer when this photo was taken, as I was the only witness of that particular moment of the day….

Peralta Trail green desert morning

Above and below, two images of the same mountain from different perspectives, different times and elevations…further along the trail with the second.  I suppose I could mention here that all of the photos are presented in time order…for this and the following two posts…all the way out and back.

Peralta Trail saguaro cactus and mountains

It was all quite new to me, as I mentioned earlier…a richness of green in the middle of the desert…green at the present because of the Winter rains and cooler temperatures…a seasonal reprieve from what I understand to be hideous temperatures that ride there in the middle of the year months.  The rock battlements in the lower photo were an accompaniment for the greater portion of the first part of the trail…they subsided somewhat…changed, rather, as the trail went further up the canyon.

Peralta Trail red rock battlements

Looking back-trail again in the below photo…amazed again/still at the greenery…

Peralta Trail saguaro and shadow mountains

And then comes the company…at least it was a dog…with a human trailing behind…two of them, actually, but quite ones…a girl-pair with their purple hair…and lip piercings…and water bottles and backpacks…on the trail of a Sunday morning…

Peralta Trail company approaches

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Peralta Trail rocks and mountains

I guess the one above is a closer view of the one below…climbing higher again.

Peralta Trail gaining elevation

…and this one, too….

Peralta Trail still higher

….anyway, it was damn beautiful out there and my sense of amazement only grew as the trail climbed in elevation….

Peralta Trail purple mountains' majesty

Pretty and crazy rocks….


A little bit of Superstition….

It was almost 85 miles from my drive-way in the far northwest valley to the trailhead in the extreme southeast valley, just across the county line, just beyond Apache Junction, just past Gold Canyon…and well worth the drive.

Superstition morning - walking the Peralta Trail

Seven hours on and off the trail, almost 300 photos later…an overcast day with the sun barely peeking out from behind the clouds for an hour, and then retreating back behind them….

Weaver's Needle - viewed from the Lone Pine on Fremont Saddle

While I was hiking in near solitude on the way out…it was like fighting an infestation of lice or mites on the second half of the return trip…walking people, talking people, loud people, colorful people, children people, slow people, dogs with people…and people people….

Superstition Mountains - looking southeast from east side of Fremont Saddle

But before the people…the views…the cool morning air…the rocks and greening desert…and the slight murmuring and chuckling of a diminishing canyon stream….

Heading back to the beginning on the Peralta Trail

This was my first trip into the Superstitions…and I will be back.

Superstition Mountains - a different kind of desert

More to follow….