I’m sitting in my yard with my laptop and a bottle of Method All-Purpose spray. I really want to write but I can’t figure out what story needs to be told so I focus on the mosquitos instead. I’ve sprayed my ankles with insect repellent and anything that dares to fly near me gets a shot of the Method. I chuckle at the irony that non-toxic plant-based household cleaner makes those suckers fall right out of the sky.
And that’s when it hits me that I really need to get out more.
I recently rediscovered the trails of Sabino Canyon, a uniquely beautiful spot at the base of the Santa Catalina Mountains in Tucson. It’s one of those places all the locals know about but sometimes forget to take advantage of. I’ve lived 7 miles away from Sabino Canyon for the last 19 years and have probably only gone a handful of times until recently when the green grass of my yard ceased to feel like nature.
My breath was taken away this morning when I stepped onto the main trail.
This is my Church.
This is my gym.
This is my “me” time.
This is my therapist.
I’ve always had a like/hate relationship with exercise. The physical sensation of my heartrate increasing can feel dangerous to me and trigger fear. Even when I’m walking my dog in the neighborhood, I can’t help but feel like someone is chasing me. I walk fast because I can’t let them catch me.
Hiking in Sabino Canyon is the only place where I don’t feel like I’m being stalked.
But that’s not to say I’m not. While there are well-marked paths and paved roads (for walkers, bikers and trams only), there is plenty of wildlife that needs to be respected and taken seriously.
I’d love to see the spider that made this. No really, I would.
The remnants of someone’s dinner. Probably a javalina.
But most of the wild is in the form of flowers.
And adorable families of saguaros.
A plentiful end to our monsoon season means the water is running. Nothing is more peaceful than the sound of water.
All roads lead to here.
Relax and enjoy…