Photo Journal: Adventure on The Side of a Canyon

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Fay Canyon Trail is only a mile. However, you can extend this simple hike by taking a small path that leads away from what I call the staircase. The small, side trail leads away from the main trail and brings you deeper into Fay Canyon. Originally, we wanted to hike a twelve mile hike, but got lost and did this one instead. Overall, by combining the trail at Fay Canyon and the other trail nearest the parkinglot, we hiked five miles. Sedona is absolutely beautiful, and this part of Sedona won’t cost you a $5 pass so common here.

Photo Journal: Mt. Elden

 

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Mt. Elden is more difficult than climbing Mt. Humphreys in that it is steeper. It’s only six miles round trip. Each mile as you get closer to the top feels longer. It took us four and a half hours total, including a lunch break at the top. The ranger allowed us to climb the tower.

Photo Journal: Tonto Natural Bridge

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Life is too short to live life on Facebook. On a rainy day, a deluge, my husband and I went on an impetuous road trip. Tonto Natural Bridge is located just outside of Payson, Arizona. It’s not a difficult hike, but it is a slippery one. One portion required some balance and climbing. Otherwise, the rain fell in sheets and we enjoyed the freedom of living, breathing, and tasting life in it’s very real form.

My First Half-Marathon

Three years ago I was 45-lbs heavier, making climbing any hill arduous. You can’t imagine the emotion of finishing your first half-marathon. I’ve definitely got the bug now. Next race is next year’s Tough Mudder.

Results:

HALF MARATHON - FEMALE AGE GROUP: 35-39

PLACE   NO. NAME                    SEX AGE    TIME   PACE   DIV   CITY, ST
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    1    87 KAY WAXLER              F   37  1:58:18  9:02  F3539  PHOENIX, AZ         
    2   114 SHARI KEARNS            F   39  1:59:53  9:09  F3539  , AZ                
    3    13 TINA BUNCH              F   36  2:26:50 11:12  F3539  GLENDALE, AZ        
    4   107 GAYLE ROBSON            F   36  2:28:32 11:20  F3539  , AZ                
    5    37 NIKOLE HAHN             F   38  2:29:56 11:27  F3539  CHINO VALLEY, AZ    
    6    34 JOANNE GIERAK           F   35  2:46:26 12:42  F3539  GILBERT, AZ         
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On other news, remember that this is the last Sunday post. Starting Friday, September 28, I will only be posting Monday through Friday as I am introducing a new blog that will post Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays called, Whine and Cheese Girl. For you foodies, you’ll rejoice as it will have recipes.

Have a blessed Sunday!

“There’s a Theology in Everything”

That’s what I said on our hike as we tripped, stumbled, fell and trudged through snow as deep as mid-calf following a virgin snow-covered trail up Bill Williams Mountain. We hiked for hours and never reached the top. By the time, we neared the top, or what we thought was the top, the snow level became an impenetrable obstacle with the trail veering into yet another switchback and deep into more trees. I could see the light above teasing us with thoughts of, “almost there.” I know we skated across the side of the mountain and we could see the backbone of it from where we hiked. A hike that was supposed to take five hours round trip would take considerably longer with this much snow.

So we turned around and discovered the trip back so much easier as we slid and stumbled down the trail, avoiding tree branches and other hidden menaces beneath the white. We found a dry log and ate lunch there, then continued. My pants were soaked through and my skin stung. My socks squished in my waterproof boots. Snow had fallen inside during the climb up, and now kept my toes effectively refrigerated as we climbed down the mountain. We descended according to the website a couple of thousand feet and the air warmed and my legs no longer felt icy, but wet. Mud caked my clothes and I grinned.

Yes, there’s a theology in everything. A theology in climbing. A theology in retreating. A theology in overcoming. A theology in not giving up and returning to the trail when the snow will be gone to reach the summit of the mountain. A theology in knowing when to retreat instead of risking frost bite and sapping away our physical strength when we can’t see the end and the snow continually increases in inches the higher up we climb. Creation reminded me of the challenges in my own life—the daily ones and the infrequent ones that teach me through natural consequences what to do and what not to do.

How many times have you tried to climb when God wanted you to turn around? Sometimes it takes fearlessness to climb, and courage to turn around when God directs you elsewhere.