The saguaro on the left is called a Crested Saguaro, I've never seen one before, so it was great to see such a big lovely specimen. We headed to Sabino Canyon because I remember being here six years ago. They have a tram that goes up the mountain side in the canyon, it makes NINE stops and when you buy a ticket you can get on or off at any of the designated stops.
Laura and I decided we would ride the tram all the way to the top and then walk back down, with the possibility that if it got to be too much, we could just jump on the tram.
However about half way up the tram hit a rock, and came to a sudden DEAD STOP and I zoomed forward, slid off my seat and my already injured knees went right into the textured metal seat back ahead of me. OH MY GOD, just what I didn't need (kneed) since I am not even fully recovered from my fall on the sidewalk in front of Cary's apt in Portland. That really HURT. Well, we just kept going up on the tram and I tried to assess the damage. Not really that bad, but oh it smarted. I knew I needed to get back home, ice and take Arnica. Kind of a real bummer to not take this much anticipated hike. I'll live. But maybe I won't really feel like going to the dyke dance tonight.
The saguaro on the left is called a Crested Saguaro, I've never seen one before, so it was great to see such a big lovely specimen. We headed to Sabino Canyon because I remember being here six years ago. They have a tram that goes up the mountain side in the canyon, it makes NINE stops and when you buy a ticket you can get on or off at any of the designated stops. 
Laura and I decided we would ride the tram all the way to the top and then walk back down, with the possibility that if it got to be too much, we could just jump on the tram.
However about half way up the tram hit a rock, and came to a sudden DEAD STOP and I zoomed forward, slid off my seat and my already injured knees went right into the textured metal seat back ahead of me. OH MY GOD, just what I didn't need (kneed) since I am not even fully recovered from my fall on the sidewalk in front of Cary's apt in Portland. That really HURT. Well, we just kept going up on the tram and I tried to assess the damage. Not really that bad, but oh it smarted. I knew I needed to get back home, ice and take Arnica. Kind of a real bummer to not take this much anticipated hike. I'll live. But maybe I won't really feel like going to the dyke dance tonight.
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