This first week of November is when I usually make a trip to Flagstaff AZ & get in some hiking and photography. This year, I had not planned upon going . . . that is until I'm in my backyard taking pictures of the leaves changing colors and I think to myself that I could be in Arizona doing the same thing. So I organize a last-miniute trip to Arizona, arriving on Monday and going home Sunday. My wife could not get the time off, so I e-mail her some images each day after I get back from my day's excursion. Here's a few images so far. They are out of camera with slight sharpening applied in PS Elements. .
Westfork Trail, Oak Creek Canyon
This trail is 14 miles in total length and it follows Oak Creek into the canyon. The trail criss-crosses the creek several times making for an interesting hike. Only the first 3.5 miles of the trail are walkable. Beyond this point, the creek disappears between two canyon walls and one must be prepared to walk, wade, and swim the rest of the way depending upon the waters & time of year. Needless to say, I stop at 3.5 miles on this chilly November day.
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Westfork Trail
This time of year, the leaves have already fallen up Flagstaff way ( 6900 ft. elevation), but often you can still find trees with leaves on them in Sedona which is 3000 ft. lower in elevation, hence the time difference in leaf fall. Such was the case this year . . . well at least until Monday when I arrive. Some big winds came out Monday night and Tuesday which take down much of the leaves in Sedona and environs. It's still very beautiful as the leaves are fresh and full of color . . . they're mostly on the ground, or in the creek as these photos show.
When I arrive at the park to pay the entry fee, the ranger looks at me and asks if I have a senior's Golden Eagle Pass which confers free admission ( I'm 10 years short of achieving "seniors status" though my grey hair and beard say otherwise). She's a bit embarrassed when I inform her of this, but not to worry . . . I tell her I'm married to an older woman ( my wife is all of 3 months older than me ). To rub more salt into the wound, I go to a local steakhouse for dinner and the cashier there gave me the senior's discount which I gladly accepted ( the government will take it all away anyhow ). So it's been an interesting trip thus far.
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Jerome AZ
The day before ( day of the high winds ), I venture out to Jerome, a former mining town and one of the most productive copper and mineral mines in America until it all plays out in 1957 and Jerome becomes an instant ghost town. Today, Jerome is a quite village of 500 folks, most of them artists and other folks who enjoy the view from up high and the solitude of the mountains.
This photo is taken on the main street. I send this image to my wife and tell her that I convince a gal to take off her shoes so that I might shoot this picture. In truth, it's a maniqin. I'm surprised that my wife has not called me out on this one yet.
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Jerome AZ
One final image. It's a cafe which catches my eye as I walk about Jerome. It's a sunny day, but big clouds pervade the sky, and this combined with the angle of the sun makes for lots of moments of shade on mountain-sloped Jerome. I get lucky and a little sun shines through for a few minutes. I love the '50 look with the stools and the inviting counter. If they had been open for business, I would have gone inside.
So that's what I'm up to at the moment. A few more days of hiking to go. I have a hike planned for Bear Mountain near Sedona. It's only 2.5 linear miles of walking, but with an 1800 ft elevation gain. I've done this trail before, so I'm anticipating getting my butt kicked. But the view is spectacular, and I hope to grab some nice images.
Barry