On New Year's Eve, I dragged my parents and my brother out to Camelback Mountain, the highest point in Phoenix.
The view from about one-third of the way
to the top.
There's some nice hiking to be done here; if I lived nearby I imagine I'd spend a lot of time here. Forewarning, though: the path is rather steep. My brother and I walked up a fair amount, but didn't want to abandon our parents down at the bottom for too long. Plus, we weren't there to hike (I sure would have dressed differently if we were), but rather just to see the mountains and the surrounding area.
People have the option of doing some rock climbing here, too. In some of my pictures, there are people in the background being belayed, one of whom is a four-year-old child. Horrifying.
Also, rock climbing makes me hark back to my sophomore year of high school; gym class that year focused primarily on rock climbing, belaying, and various ropes courses. In hindsight, this was a little fun, but at the time I remember being far too focused on my extreme fear and general failure to make it to the top of the rock wall. Given the opportunity to try again, I think I'd do the same.
I'll stick to hiking.
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