We hit the Pima Canyon trailhead promptly at 9:45 am, eager to take advantage of what could be the last cool weekend in Tucson. We were bundled in jackets; the mountains, bundled in fog. A chilly April Sunday morning at 45 degrees.
Way up the canyon, snow covers the peaks while ocotillo cacti bloom bright orange in the desert on the way to the canyon trail.
We crossed the dry Pima Creek and continued on the trail up the canyon. It's been a dry winter, so not too many flowers blooming this spring. We saw some thistle and penstemon.
After Saturday's rain, the Sunday desert smelled fresh and beautiful with sage, creosote, and an unidentified vaguely minty scent.
We easily identified other hikers as locals or visitors by their hiking garb. Visitors were outfitted for safari with wide brimmed hats, SPF shirts and pants, walking sticks. Visitors limited themselves to one color: khaki. Locals dressed in jackets and even gloves, Tucsonans are not hearty when it comes to the cold. We dressed in layers and continually took them on and off through elevation changes, clouds, wind, and bright sunshine.
We walked for about an hour, had a snack, enjoyed the view and headed back out. We noticed some water in portions of the creek bed, but it didn't seem to be flowing. Perhaps the water has already gone underground for the summer.
The trail traced the edge of the Coronado National Forest with subdivisions down the hill to our left and rocky slopes up the mountains on our right. I inhaled deeply and zipped my jacket against the increasing wind. I am happy to be living so close to such a great trail!