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R U N OFrom the November 1996 Issue |
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Cool Your Hiker's Heels at Romero Pools
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Sometimes the difficulty of a trek turns
out to be a blessing. Such was the case that spring day on the Romero Canyon
Trail in Catalina State Park north of Tucson. After ascending a steep and winding escarpment
for three miles from the trailhead at the park's easternmost parking lot,
we were confronted by a miracle of the desert: water. Not just a trickle,
but an actual stream with a waterfall, which filled the natural bowls and
chasms between the cliffs below. As my hiking companion Charles Tapio and
I discovered, the depth of two of these pools was some 15 feet. We'd left early, hitting the trail at 7
a.m., armed with canteens, Indiana Jones hats, and SPF 25 sunblock lotion.
Hiking along this trail, named for early-day rancher Francisco Romero, we
crossed a wash and made our climb into a boulder-strewn wonderland of cactuses
and fabled gold. Were it not for the ubiquitous saguaros,
I could have imagined a science-fiction scenario from "Star Trek" with Captain
Kirk and Mr. Spock beaming down to investigate the exotic landscape. My sense
of otherworldliness was heightened by the flora and fauna. Among the
bizarre-sounding natives are the side-blotched lizard, the soaptree yucca,
bladderpod, and devil's claw. As for birds, there are the buff-collared nightjar,
the yellow-eyed junco, and the spotted towhee. Spock would have been
fascinated. The impact of our arrival at the pools was
heightened by the exertion of getting there. Not only was the scenery dramatic
with sheer cliffs and circling Cooper's hawks, but the feel of the cool water
erased all memory of dry desert heat. Dressed in shorts and walking out on
the smooth but slippery rocks, I suddenly lost my footing and went under. "How deep is it?" Charlie called. "Hold on and I'll see," I replied. Taking a breath, I kicked down into the
depths. When I reached the silty black bottom, I looked up along the uneven
submerged stone wall to the surface. Fifteen feet? Hard to estimate. Of course
the depth depends on the amount of recent mountain rain. Later we watched several teenagers jump
off a cliff 55 feet above one of the pools. Fifty-five feet? That's what
someone had painted on the rock face. But to me it seemed more like 155,
so I declined the challenge and made a 20-foot jump instead. In late afternoon, we made our way back
up the canyon trail, which to the east connects with the Mount Lemmon Trail.
Without enough daylight left to tackle that, we headed back down into the
setting sun with vows to return. Editor's Note: Our hike author Jonathan
Lowe has published his first novel, a suspense story set in the post offices
of Tucson and Phoenix, called Postmarked for Death. The $22.95 hardcover
book can be ordered from Write Way Publishing, 10555 E. Dartmouth, Suite
210, Aurora, CO 80014, or by calling toll-free (800) 680-1493.
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The preceding was published as the "Hike of the Month" in the November 1996 issue of Arizona Highways. For full details on the monthly hikes, subscribe to the magazine by calling toll-free (800) 543-5432. | ![]() |
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and a map of the area, click here.
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Arizona Department of
Transportation.