Sabino Canyon, Seven Falls & A Monsoon

It’s been two whole weeks since I’ve eaten a nut.  Kat can’t eat them anymore and I didn’t really think it would be a problem, but after two weeks of not having something to crunch on, my oral fixation issue is starting to manifest itself in more pronounced ways.  But that’s neither here nor there.

This weekend, Kat and Juan took me to Sabino Canyon, where we hiked up to Seven Falls.  I was told beforehand that because of the midday heat, we’d need to leave early in the morning.  It turns out “early” meant waking up at 5:30 on a Sunday.  You discover some amazing things at 5:30 in the morning.  Previous revelations have included learning that I can snooze until 5:50 and still get out the door in time to hop in the car with my classmates for clinical.  Yesterday, as I emerged bleary-eyed and shuffling toward the kitchen, I learned that Juan is a morning person.  By 6 am, when Kat and I were still struggling to pull ourselves together, Juan had the music on, the bags packed and eggs and toast served, whistling while he worked.  We stopped at the Circle K to pick up some bottles of water and Gatorade and by 7 am we were on the trail to Seven Falls.

The entrance was busy with various hikers and runners and cyclists – all trying to get their exercise in before it got unbearably hot.  Even that early in the morning, with the sky still overcast and Kat and my amazing new hats, we were still slick with sweat about 45 minutes in.  Juan set a quick pace, which helped to make up for my constant requests to stop and take pictures (I will add some to this post later – I forgot my cable in CT, so  I can’t transfer the pix from my camera to my computer until I get back).  Along the way, Juan explained the various sights – cactus that broke off from its parent plant to attack you if you got too near, cactus with hooked needles that would F you up if you tried to pull them out of your body, cactus that had frozen and died in the weird frost last winter, cactus that grew on a skinny stalk for 100 years and then fell over.  He showed us what snake holes looked like and explained the different kinds of sand and stone.  We joked that thanks to him, we didn’t need the guided tour.

We reached Seven Falls 4.1 miles later around 9 am.  While Kat and Juan’s prediction that I would figure out how to regulate my fluids/electrolytes this week proved true for me, it seems the desert was still working that one out.  Despite the frequent thunderstorms these last few weeks, the Falls were still bone dry.  There were a few pools of stagnant water, but nothing running and nothing we could swim in.  It had been such a dry winter that the earth was still soaking up all the water it could get.  We spent an hour or so eating lunch (second breakfast?) and monkeying our way around the rocks before heading back.  We really felt the sun and heat on our descent and went through the rest of our water and Gatorade by the time we reached the car.  More than a couple times Kat and I mentioned how grateful we were for the silly hats and how we thought the people who were hiking in just then were nuts.  Once we were in the car, Kat demanded Eegees, which is essentially the grown up version of a Slushie.

Later that afternoon, right before we went over to Kat’s friend’s house for Sunday dinner and Trueblood, we heard the not-so-distant rumble of thunder.  We went outside to watch the storm and the sheets rain pouring off the carport.  Then the carport began to flood.  Then the laundry room.  Not overly concerned, Juan swept the water away long enough for Kat to rescue our laundry.  Before I took it inside to fold, we wondered aloud if the storm might actually bring water to Seven Falls.

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