On Halloween, I flew to Tucson where my brother and I were
hosting a weekend memorial in Safford for dad, who passed away a year before.
My plane arrived early enough in the day that I had just enough time for an
energetic hike up Pusch Peak, a few miles north of downtown. Pusch, at just
over a mile high, is the westernmost summit of the Santa Catalina Mountains. Given
the distance and elevation and a 5:30 pm sunset, I calculated there was just
enough time to nab the summit before dark. The weather was perfect, sunny and
not quite 80 degrees.
37. Pusch Peak: I hit the trail at 2:00 pm and meandered
among the prickly pear and creosote into the saguaro zone, with the rocky
summit looming dead ahead. As warned, the climb was steep, but the trail was in
better shape than I had imagined from the descriptions online. It was just a
matter of upward trekking as the valley beneath me slowly fell away from one
turn to the next. I saw no one else on the mountain, though Pusch is sure to be
a popular weekend hike. I was on the splendid summit by 3:50 pm, which allowed
a short rest and still the hour and a half I needed to descend before dark.
From the top, the views into the Santa Catalinas and out
across Tucson and Oro Valley were fabulous. Although I was a long way from
Mount Lemmon, the high point of the range, I enjoyed once again, one of those
top-of-the world moments that make peakbagging a more sensible and honorable
endeavor than some might presume. On the way down, the brilliant light of the pre-setting
sun turned the mountain to gold and lit up the stately saguaros like little
monuments. This one was going into the journal as one of the most enjoyable of
the Sixty.Miles (RT): 4.1 miles; elevation gain: 2,700 feet
Cumulative mileage and gain:
155.4 miles / 43,000 feet
Summit rock. |
Out by sunset. |
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