We decided one day to take a hike up the famous Tabor Canyon. Gathering some new cruiser friends and Andy we left on foot from the Marina. A short mile or so walk down the road and across the highway brought us to the dirt road that would lead us to the trail head. Walking along the cacti and bushes we chatted cheerfully. The dirt road ran into a large run off area where we dropped down into the river finding the cairns at the trail head and head up the river.
We scrambled over large boulders and around tiny ponds. Butterflies and dragon flies dance in the air. Small birds sing from with in the bushes. We admire the tall canyon walls that are becoming steeper as we hike further in.
We finally find our selves at the first rope. This rope is used mostly for support and balance requiring only a bit of effort to get up. We continue on the trail following the cairns as we go up, over, and around the large boulders. The sun is hot and we find the shady parts of the canyon pleasant. With the sounds of song birds we continue climbing.
The second rope required a little bit more effort and so did the third. But as we made the landing of the third rope we looked around at the three pools of water. So clear and still you had to look for the water. Tiny little insects, crabs, and tadpoles swim around. The shade is delightful.
Turning around we talk a look down the canyon. Gasps were heard as each one of us took in the view. From our spot high up in the canyon we had a front row seat to a precious painting. The high canyon walls framed the most beautiful view of the canyon running down to the flat land all the way back to the marina and out into the blue waters of the sea. We stood there stunned for a few moments each of us afraid to interrupt the others thoughts.
When we all began to breath again and remember how hot we were we all began getting into the water. Some of us full on swimming others just soaking their hot feet. The water isn’t as cold as our mountain water at home but it was still refreshing. We soaked, talked, and laughed in the shady protection of the great canyon walls. Soon it was time to head back none of us wanting to leave the shade. But we reluctantly following the trail back. Grateful for the time with friends and a bit of exercise.
Back at the marina we enjoy a lovely shower and then dinner at the restaurant. Drink and laugh with friends. Some of them we will be saying goodbye to for a while. It’s the hard part of cruising. Saying good bye. Maybe humans aren’t really suppose to be in solitude?