Suzanne invited me to go hiking with her in the Chiricahua Mountains on Friday. I was completely unfamiliar with the area, but Suzanne always plans such great trips, I just said yes, cleared my day and planned to hop in her car and go where ever she was going. I actually had to look on a map Thursday night to see really where we were heading. The Chiricahuas are situated down in the southeast corner of Arizona, almost a 4 hour drive from Phoenix. We headed out at 5 am, hiked for almost 6 hours, stopped for dinner in Willcox and back home before bedtime.
I guess I was expecting a desert hike, but I was wrong. It was high elevation and beautiful pleasant temperatures. The scenery was gorgeous, you could see for miles.
Doesn't it look a lot like Bryce Canyon up in Utah . . . only grey instead of red?