April 3, 2009

April 3, 2009

Now that we are back in the “summitting” mode, I took Aimee on a hike I have wanted to retry. Pusch Ridge, the mountain that I look at everyday from our apartment, has been calling me. We checked out the trail last year but stopped halfway because it was getting a little too steep for Aimee’s liking. She is a lot more confident this year, plus it seems only right that we finally climb it.

It is a long, constantly uphill climb. Tiring, but good preparation for redoing the Grand Canyon this Spring. In a little over two hours we make it to the top of Pusch Peak, the highest part of the ridge. We get a great view of Oro Valley to the west and Tucson to the south. Unfortunately the breeze that kept us cool on the way up turns out to be a gale force wind at the summit. We don’t spend long at the top; Aimee is in a hurry to start back down. We were the only ones on the trail and all she can think about is a mountain lion lurking around every corner. Surprisingly it takes longer to go down this “rough” trail as we tiptoe trying to avoid sliding down all the loose rock.