Returning to the scene of the crime.

Sycamore canyon, where I  arrested by the force of gravity  two weeks ago, still had me in its thrall.  This time I did not go alone - in fact there were five of us (counting Harley and how can you not?)

this was the hillside I descended quickly

It's a bit of a trek - out of Sedona - through old town Cottonwood and then way out at the end of fire road 131 - a trek which required the larger tires and higher clearance of Kiera and Robs rental.

There is a fair amount of nothing en route, and I was gratified at the faith evidenced by the others, who only asked "how did you find this place?"

The trail starts by dropping some hundreds of feet into the canyon, passing an indian ruin and the lava dike which tempted me to my downfall.  Needless to say this time I did not go off trail

Once at the bottom there were some varieties of wild flowers (most of them with tiny blossoms) in or nearing bloom.

It is a remarkable place - especially for Arizona, it has beavers 

 

and it can only have beavers because it has a fair amount of water.   So it was quite green, not only the cottonwood trees overhead which are leafing out, but  also grass along side the trail - a first for us here.