Trekking poles

I attribute the success to a healing body (thank you, God), exercise (thank you, Kelly), and trekking poles.

Love my poles!

Get me out of here!

The unrelenting heat and lack of trees sent us to Flagstaff for the day. Much needed rain had quenched Nature’s thirst resulting in lush pines, bright yellow flowers, and green brush covering the hills. The drive alone was rewarding.

Who doesn’t like a farmer’s market?

We timed the drive to enjoy Flagstaff’s Sunday market. Southwest markets often feature more crafts and services than fresh food which is often shipped in. The outdoor Farmer’s Market in Flagstaff features much local produce. My only regret was that I had no way to get it home.  

Local goat cheese, fresh bread, newly picked fruit, and the last of the tomatoes made a perfect picnic lunch. Then we drove to Snowbowl.

The happy wanderers

With Mike planning to hike the Arizona Trail, we set off to connect with it via one of the paths on the mountain. It was a beautiful day, with clear skies, comfortable temperatures, and comfortable breezes.

The trekking poles I had purchased a few years ago did their job, as I could traverse the terrain with no difficulties. It felt good to move!!

Victory!

The poles are more useful for balance than for strength. A hip replacement on my right and a partial knee replacement on my left have left me with unequal strength. Coupled with bifocals and delayed attention of aging, it is easy to lose my balance.

Graded easy, the trail is almost three miles round trip. My poles kept me upright and allowed me to conquer the short distance that was rocky and steep and permitted me to enjoy the views on the level plane. I joyfully completed a hike that would have been impossible a year ago.

I attribute the success to a healing body (thank you, God), exercise (thank you, Kelly), and trekking poles.

Author: Mary Cornelius

I am an aging woman who writes three blogs.