{"id":9687,"date":"2013-11-20T12:00:42","date_gmt":"2013-11-20T20:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/?p=9687"},"modified":"2013-11-20T12:01:00","modified_gmt":"2013-11-20T20:01:00","slug":"from-the-octnov-zephyr-superstition-land-a-fable-of-boundless-waterby-scott-thompson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/2013\/11\/20\/from-the-octnov-zephyr-superstition-land-a-fable-of-boundless-waterby-scott-thompson\/","title":{"rendered":"From the OCT\/NOV Zephyr: Superstition Land: A Fable of Boundless Water\u2026by Scott Thompson"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“4 a.m. on a December morning, 1989. I drove north out of Tucson, Arizona, whisking through the deserted streets of a small town down the highway and then by a state prison flooded with orange light. My tires whined on U.S. 60 running along the southwestern flank of the Superstition Wilderness, east of metropolitan Phoenix. I spotted a lone gas station and a small Mexican restaurant in a white box building, shut down for the night.<\/p>\n

At the western edge of the Wilderness I bumped along a winding road to the deserted First Water Trailhead. Strapping on my backpack in the chilly air, I gazed at the white and gold first light above a black rise in the trail, backed by a mountain\u2019s slender arc. A lone Saguaro stood thin and sharp in the gold sky. The veil of contemplative silence that you find in a Wilderness lay a mile down the trailhead.<\/p>\n

At the time the population of nearby Apache Junction, the outlying rim of greater Phoenix, was 18,100.”<\/p>\n

To read more of Scott’s story, click the image below:<\/strong><\/p>\n

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