When I was pregnant with Miles, my sweet man and I spent our Sunday’s hiking the red rocky crusts of Arizona. Living in Flagstaff gave us the rare chance to be in easy travelling distance to the vortex’s of Sedona, the largest Ponderosa Stand in the world, golden aspen and 10,000 foot peaks, amongst countless other beautiful treasures. Truth is, three years later, I still miss that spot like I would a piece of my body. But, that is a whole different topic all together.
Our hikes were done religiously. It was a built-in way to spend time together, a thing we knew would be more difficult in a few short months; And it was the perfect solution to living in a place with so many sights to see it is almost overwhelming. Little by little, forty weeks later (well 38 really), we felt we had seen a slice of what Northern Arizona has to offer. Only a slice mind you, but it was something.
I sort of feel the same way here. The amount of flowing rivers and streams, waterfalls and gorges, stands of amazing tree’s, types of moss and fern, and dinosaurs buried under the earth (not really but this is the way I always envisioned a mountains creation as a little girl and I like it); It is all so much at once so we decided to reinstate the Sunday hike. The pace probably won’t change all that much from a woman swollen with child to a woman chasing two of them, though the distance will be cut back for some time.
We hiked up Bill’s Hill. I believe it is called this. We found a little water proof box at the top tucked into a gnarly old maple honoring a man named Noel who passed on a little less than 10 years ago, which included a poem, a home-made stamp, an ink pad, and an article stating how Vermont and New Hampshire are very different. And they are!
Here is a glimpse of what this peaceful Sunday morning was like for us…