February 2004 Babocomari River Hike PAGE 3 |
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| Same shots but different angles. As I was taking the picture on the right, Anne was taking the left picture. A quick review of our first two hikes and the last hike of the day is mapped out. We were now some 5 miles from Fairbank along the Babocomari. Personally, I think my picture is a much more artistic presentation of Bill pointing his finger at a piece of paper. |
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| Same as above, Anne and I snapping shot for shot. From the dirt road and beyond a fence, we started off over ankle-twisting, rocky hills and through the now very familiar thorny flora. Seems everthing growing in AZ have can either bite or poke as the hikers make there way through the pathless terrain. |
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| Here are a couple embarassing shots of Anne's that she insisted be added. Left: Real men from the Pacific Northwest don't carry umbrellas. I was actually using it for balance. Right: Had I known Anne was documenting this moment for prosperity, I would've walked a little farther. Anne's proof that men really don't look at each other in restrooms. Sheeesh! Women really don't know a thing about proper bathroom etiquette. |
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| Left: BJ does some impressive rock-jumping to get a spectacular view of the Babocomari River below. Off in the distance, local resident, John astride his trusty steed, Dollar, waits for us to meet him at the rail line grade. Right: From the out-cropping BJ led us to, I got my first view of the Babocomari River, a meander stream through an impressive canyon. The cement buttress is the remains of a railroad bridge. John and Dollar can be seen still patiently waiting for us. |
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| Left: One wrong turn and Trailblazin' Annie finds herself having to back-track around a deep gully. Right: Each on their own adventure, the hikers explore high and low. BJ was yelling for us to come down for an equally impressive viewpoint. But after much exertion made to get to the bridge remains, he got no takers. |
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| Right; Finally making it to the clear and even path of the old railroad grade, some take a break. Left: Another view of the river showing the mild greens of a Sonoran waterway with the rocky canyon walls rising sharply. |
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| Left: Bill and Anne stand on the path of the old railroad. It was hard to conjecture how much nitro it took to carve the path behind them. Looking upward and to the right in the lefthand picture, one could find the ruins of an old lookout in the righthand picture, just under the peak. A short but hard climb, we weren't quite sure why a building would have been erected up there. |
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