King Canyon Trail to Gould Mine in the Tucson Mountains

Heart of Gould....

by Kirk DeLong

A century ago down deep by lantern light

Do you not feel me through trembling hands

Wrapped around aggregated steel?

Piercing thy heart, gutting thy soul, with hammer strike

Draining earth’s veins of silver and gold

Making wealth, making war upon her back.

Come lay with me, healing trembling hands

I give way to these century mortal scars.

As I trek the miners’ track

Silently nature seeps in soaking my senses

My hands drawn in prayer

Our hearts forge to heal as one

Through grace, through beauty

Nature mends my soul

Step by step trekking the miners’ track….

printed with permission from author

This beautiful poem was written by one of our members as we hiked this trail.   Kirk writes poetry and has taken to creating and reciting as we are on the trails. I heard him as he was creating this one and asked if I could post it on our blog and he agreed.  This is what he felt along this particular hike, and I thnk he speaks for us all - absolutely beautiful.

Beautiful view of King Canyon Trail

We began our morning at the King Canyon Trailhead heading for the Gould Mine.  The Gould Mine was one of four mines of some consequence in the Tucson Mountains: Old Yuma, Gila Monster, Mile Wide, and Gould mines.  An investor named S.H. Gould filed 19 claims for the Gould Copper Mining with high hopes of striking it rich.  Unfortunately, as with many mining ventures, he encountered financial difficulties.  He was able to obtain additional funding to continue his mining, but an assay reported that the copper vein that was found only had 3 to 4 percent copper content per ton of ore.  For all the effort and investment only 45,000 pounds of copper with a value of $9,000 had been taken from the mine.

 

Gould Mine shaft

That’s just history, but we live in the moment.  What the miners left behind were interesting mining shacks, mine shafts, and trails that we can follow to breathtaking views of the surrounding areas.

Totem saguaro?

JoAnn - On the case

Beautiful canyon views

What's your best guess?  Cistern, Outhouse, line shack....idk

There were eight in our party this morning – Connie, Judy, Kirk, Linda, Danielle, JoAnn, Marisa, and myself.  The weather was a little cool starting out, perfect for hiking.  But, as you can see by the picures below, it was not long before we all started warming up and coming out of jackets.  Perfect!

Jackets stowed!

Everyone keeping hydrated

This is not a particularly difficult hike but took a little maneuvering and sure-footedness, and I started wondering if the men had to hike up to the mines every day or if they camped at the mine.  I found one picture online which showed one of the mining camps and it seemed to be at the base, not near the mine.  After a short water/rest/photo break at the mine entrance we proceed up the trail to the saddle where the Sendero Trail meets the Hugh Norris Trail. 

Connie, Judy, Linda

Marisa and Kirk

At the saddle you can see very good views of surrounding mountains – the Santa Rita Mountains to the south with Mt. Wrightson and Mount Hopkins the dominant peaks.  My problem is this – when I am up top, I need another map pointing out the different peaks as I haven’t memorized them yet.  I’m working on it though.  I can readily identify Sombrero Peak and Picacho Peak. 

View of Sombrero Peak from the saddle

View of Picacho peak from the saddle

The saddle was our turn-around point and we headed back down the trail to the Mam-A-Gah picnic area to have our lunch break.  

Mam-A-Gah is named for the deer dance of the Tohono O’odham Indians and I have heard recently that the ceremonial dances still take place.  I wish I could find out when those happen.

Who's watching who

How appropriate that we would see a large stag on the trail....

Nothing can prepare you for some of the views we experience on these trails.  Pictures can’t convey the beauty, and words can't convey the feeling of accomplishment when you reach your goal.

More views through our eyes:

Nest of a cactus wren is my guess - nobody home though 

We made it!

In the saddle...

And finally, this little baby mitten was found and left on a post and seems to be saying bye bye, and so will I.....

See you on the trails.....

Upper Javelina Trail in the Tortolita Mountains

Sun on a hiking day is always a welcome sight

We returned to the Tortolita Mountains this week to hike the Upper Javelina Trail.  Many of you will remember our hiking the Wild Burro and Lower Javelina Trails  in December - if not there is also a blog post  on that hike.  That is the infamous hike where I was attacked by a jumping cholla cactus.  I am amazed that I agreed to return to the site of such trauma for me so soon, but such is life.  The Tortolita Mountain range boasts some 29 miles of trails, which includes classic Sonoran Desert terrain, rugged ridges, diverse wildlife, historic ruins and signs of prehistoric inhabitants.  The Upper and Lower Javelina are very good trails for visitors and novices – not that it is an easy hike, it is quite moderate,  with a lot of climbing – but it is very well marked.  It has brown markers with arrows along the trail showing the way.  We hiked a total of about 6 or so miles with the combination round trip of the Wild Burro and Upper Javelina Trails.

We started at the Wild Burro Trailhead at the parking lot and followed the markers to the junction of the Upper Javelina Trail.  The trail lead us up and around the Dove Mountain Golf Resort where we were able to view Baboquivari Peak, Picacho Peak and Mt. Lemmon.  We were also able to see Twin Peak.  It is no longer Twin Peaks – which has streets, schools and parks named after it – because a construction company has mined one of the peaks into oblivion because of the limestone it held.  I’m sure the other peak is destined for the same fate.  Kind of sad, but I guess that’s what you call progress….

This blog will be relatively short because we just were at Dove Mountain in December – different trail, but many of the same views.  Thankfully, we had none of the trauma/drama that went along with the December hike.

The weather was a little on the cool side so we were all pretty bundled up and as crazy as it seems, we never peeled off too many layers.  It would feel nice and warm in the sun and suddenly we would round a corner where there was mostly shade and we were chilled again.  It was clear and sunny and we had a marvelous time.  George had other obligations so he wasn't with us on this hike, but I was missing him with his little coffee candies about halfway in.  I was yelling “Who has the energy drops?  Who has the candy?”  My pleas went unanswered…. 

As we hike, some of us try to compare the difficulty of one hike to another.  I am finding this increasingly hard to do because every single hike is different.  The guides may indicate the mileage is comparable, or the elevation gain is about the same, but they can never tell you the terrain differences.  I believe in the hike to Seven Falls in the Sabino Canyon the elevation was about the same as this one, but we were very winded in a couple of areas here on the Upper Javelina that I can say didn't happen to me at Seven Falls.  I felt that the elevation gain was more concentrated on this hike.  That being said, once we made it to the summit of the trail, coming back down was much easier.  It amazed some of us to see trail bike tracks occasionally.  The trail is very tricky and has some close edges where there were some pretty dangerous drops.  I just couldn't imagine how bikers were able to manage it.  I guess that's why this blog is called the Novice Hiker and not the Novice Biker.

 The one thing that never changes - although it constantly evolves - no matter what mountain or what trail we are on, it the beauty of the trails.  Whether we are 30 minutes or 2 hours from home, once we are on the trail we are transported to another time another plane.  It is hard to explain, but the 3 or 4 hours we are out there in the wild completely dependent upon each other is a feeling like no other.

Even when civilization intrudes like this:  

Dove Mountain Golf resort

Somehow, coming around a bend in the trail around the mountain and seeing this big resort brings you back to the here and now.  No more dreaming of ancient Hohokam men cutting petroglyphs into the side of rocks or the women grinding corn on the stones.  

Ah, but I wax poetic.  After all, it's just a Wednesday morning hike....

Heading home again, home again, jiggety jig

Until next time....see you on the trails!