

I wish we would have taken some pictures of our lunch. We stopped at Postino's, just north of Camelback. I'd never been there before. Melanie and I shared a plate of bruschetta. Delicious and photo worthy!
Finally, we could see North Mountain as we got near Dunlap. We could see the "S" on the Mountain near Sunnyslope HS, and North Mountain is right behind it. We realized we were going to make it after all.
We walked from 7am until just after 2pm, which includes a few little stops to rest and a leisurely lunch hour. The weather was great - just a little too warm right at the end, but mostly perfect. Melanie got home, cleaned up and bounded out the door to go barbeque-ing with some friends. I, on the other hand, landed in a comfortable chair and rested my tired feet for a while. A long while. Actually, I'm still resting them.
We walked from 7am until just after 2pm, which includes a few little stops to rest and a leisurely lunch hour. The weather was great - just a little too warm right at the end, but mostly perfect. Melanie got home, cleaned up and bounded out the door to go barbeque-ing with some friends. I, on the other hand, landed in a comfortable chair and rested my tired feet for a while. A long while. Actually, I'm still resting them.
Monday gave us one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. The horizon was blood red for about 15 minutes. The picture doesn't do it justice.
Saturday was the trunk-or-treat party. I wore a costume for the first time in about 15 years. Then when we got to the party, I found my twin.
Isn't this the funniest game for kids? Throwing rolls of toilet paper into a toilet. I thought it was funny.
Melanie's Young Womens group did the haunted house. It was over-the-top and awesome! They worked on it forever and worked in it all night.
We missed seeing Roxanne on Halloween. She was having her own festivities across town.
So, I am going to ignore the stress of this past week, and just pretend it was a pleasant week after all.
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 made some new friends though, when we were all stuck in the lobby of the Post Office. The rain and hail started up so quickly and so violently, nobody wanted to go out the door, so we stood and watched the crazy storm for 10 minutes or so. One couple had walked from their apartment down the block. They waited out the storm, then left when they thought the worst of it was over. The minute they got to the sidewalk, a truck drove by and the splash of rain water from the gutter that hit them could have been on "America's Funniest Home Videos". It wasn't really funny, but the splash was huge, and their screams were classic. I couldn't not laugh. Mostly because I was glad it wasn't me. The rain stopped quickly, but the sky looked ominous all afternoon.
For some reason, Melanie decided it was a day to play outside -- soaked through and through in less than 3 minutes.

Our plumbing trench that we filled in over the weekend sunk in from the water and we have a little lazy river water feature across our backyard today.
The weirdest event of the day was that something brushed against the back of my head while I was fixing dinner. I thought Dave had tossed a towel or something at me. I turned around and there was a frightened bird flying around our kitchen. Then suddenly there was not just a frightened bird, but a frightened family too. What exactly are you supposed to do when a bird is flying around your kitchen? We had the doors open to enjoy the cool stormy air and I guess the bird wanted to escape the storm. Surprisingly, Melanie caught it quite easily on the windowsill and was able to get it outdoors. She wanted a picture, but it jumped out of her hand before the shutter would snap. 












Melanie was like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. Her bedazzled headband was our beacon if anyone got lost.
It is such a pretty canyon. There has been some discussion of a trip next spring - hiking all the way through to the other end of the canyon -- 11 miles. That would be cool.