Last weekend, we spent a day hiking the West Fork of Oak
Creek Canyon, as we’ve often done during my birthday weekend. It’s one of the loveliest places in all of
Arizona, in my opinion, as it’s difficult to surpass the beauty of sandstone
cliffs, a flowing creek, and the blaze of fall colors on maple and oak. It’s a place we’ve come back to frequently
over the years, in spite of how crowded it can be. Once we were adventurous enough to hike the
entire sixteen miles, requiring the traipsing of a web of forest roads for a
shuttle vehicle to drop us off, a trip I hope to repeat when our girls are a
little older. Today’s hike, though, was
a check-in. Last May, we wrung our hands
in helpless horror as reports of the Slide Fire poured in. We feared the worst – another tragic fire
with loss of life and property – and tried to come to terms with the likelihood
that our beloved West Fork would burn.
And if it burned, then a second blow would be dealt to the canyon when
monsoon rains fell later in summer. With
no vegetation to absorb the run-off, silty ash and debris flows would clog the
canyon. This was our worst-case
scenario.
When we heard that the canyon had been reopened to hikers,
we jumped at the chance to return. This
year, we were a bit late for the peak of the fall foliage, although there were
still gorgeous leaves to behold. What
was most pleasing, and such a relief, was what hadn’t changed. The sandstone cliffs. The spruce and ponderosa, the oak and
maple. The majority of the canyon, as
judged by the three-plus miles in that
we hiked, remained as it’s always been over the past two decades since I’ve
been visiting.
There were a few areas were fire had reached the canyon
floor, but the damage was not significant.
Parts of the creek bed were silted in with ash and charcoal, washed down
from up canyon. If anything, these
changes served as reminders to appreciate the beauty that still exists, here in
this canyon, in abundance, but also elsewhere.
Resilience and constancy, two of our most powerful and yet undervalued
traits – both exist and often co-exist within the natural world – which
includes, of course, ourselves. Both
will reveal themselves to you if you search for them, smaller, subtler forms of
alluring grace that deserve a brief interlude of thanksgiving.
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Maple |
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Dan on the trail |
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Me & Dan |
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Sandstone and spruce |
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Madz & Dan |
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Maple and sandstone |
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Ashy silt in the creek bed |
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West Fork |
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Grass clumps on stone |
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Trail lined with fallen leaves |
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Where we turned around, around 3+ miles in. Usually this is a deep pool, now partially silted in. |
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Leaves on the trail. |
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A narrow section of canyon |
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Looking up |
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Maples |
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Three of my favorite people on the planet. |
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Yellow maple leaves |
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Red maple leaves |
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Sycamore |
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Madeleine & Arden in West Fork in 2007 |
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Madeleine & Arden re-staging the photo from 2007. |
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