Lost Dutchman State Park

Last Sunday, just before the weather got crappy, I hiked a 2.4-mile loop trail here. It was a mile relentlessly uphill, a jiggle across, and a blessed downhill mile, watching the sun disappear, back to the car. My thighs burned and were sore for two days. The rocks are more striking the closer one gets to them. Of course, being MLK weekend, there were too many people, and one has to remember to keep facing east to avoid gazing at citified views, but I felt my mind expanding, as always when I get outside and out of town and walk. Keeps me sane. This park has more trail distance to expand into as I get tougher (presumably). One can hope.