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July 31, 1999

"Making Woodchute"

After returning from our wonderful honeymoon, it took us several days to get back into the swing of things. There were a lot of things to do once we got back into town, for example, there was the issue of having my name changed to Heather Verley, which meant standing in lines at the Social Security office, Motor Vehicles, and both Bank One and Wells Fargo Bank. Then, there was all of the unpacking - which didn't get done for another week - not to mention that there was still some unfinished wedding business. It wasn't until that following Thursday, July 29, that John and I finally got around to opening our wedding gifts.

We decided to make a party out of our gift opening, so we invited our friends and family over to the Verleys' house that evening. Nacole (my best friend and bridesmaid and the person who introduced me to John) showed up, as did John's cousin Melissa, who brought a date with her. We ate leftover wedding cake, drank wine (a first for Nacole, considering that she never touches the stuff!), and went swimming. Then, we got down to the important stuff: presents! While Nacole played secretary and Erika played photographer, John and I opened our gifts. We received lots of neat new toys, including a hiking stick for John and a Leatherman Super Tool for me.

One of our favorite gifts came from Nacole. Ironically, I had been looking for the same gift for John's birthday last year but was unable to find one! She bought us a picnic backpack - a backpack with pouches for carrying food (comes equipped with hot and cold packs) and another for carrying a wine bottle and with all of the necessities for picnicking: plates, silverware, cheese-slicer and cutting board, corkscrew, napkins, and yes, even a checkered tablecloth! There were also two elastic straps in which we could carry our plastic wine glasses.

Needless to say, we made plans to use our new toys that following Saturday, so that we could try it out and so that we could celebrate our two-week anniversary by having a romantic picnic in the Woodchute Wilderness Area, on Mingus Mountain near Jerome. The plan was to hike the Woodchute Trail #102 for a couple of miles or until we found a nice spot to have our picnic and, of course, to christen a new wilderness area.

Before embarking on our adventure, we went to the grocery store, where we bought sandwich fixings, macaroni salad, and a bottle of 1994 Robert Mondavi Sauvignon Blanc for our picnic. We also stopped at Popular to buy a small ice chest to pack all of our beverages for the road trip. Then we began our long journey towards Mingus Mountain.

Okay, so Mingus Mountain is not that far away. Normally, it takes the average driver about two hours to drive to Jerome from Phoenix. However, we made the mistake of taking my car on the trip, the same car which had been overheating all week. We thought that we had fixed the problem, but as we approached the exit for the Carefree Highway, along I-17, the car temperature was already at two hundred and twenty degrees - and we hadn't even begun to climb the mountain! We pulled off of the highway so that John could take a look under the hood. When he realized that there wasn't anything leaking, he suggested that we continue on.

We did so, but as we climbed the mountain, the car's temperature grew hotter and hotter, forcing us to run the heater so that we could suck the heat off of the engine. Finally, when we reached Cordes Junction, John suggested that we stop for a while and let the car cool down.

At that point, things were looking grim for our picnic. We could have easily gone somewhere else to have our picnic, but we knew that it just wouldn't be the same, not without the "wilderness experience". But if we continued on our journey, we would run the risk of overheating the car and getting ourselves stranded (like that would ever happen to us!).

The decision was made, and once the car had cooled down, we continued on our way to Mingus Mountain on SR 69. Though the car was still running hot, we managed to get it up the mountain to the Potato Patch Trailhead, the start of the Woodchute Trail #102. Equipped with our new toys, John and I hit the trail and began hiking towards the wilderness boundary, a half a mile away.

According to the trail description, the Woodchute Trail is a moderate trail that descends about 2,000 feet over 6.5 miles (about thirteen miles roundtrip). It begins in a ponderosa pine forest and parallels SR 89A as it follows the ridgeline of Mingus Mountain - meaning that there is a lot of road noise! (The road noise takes away from the wilderness experience.) Our plan did not entail hiking the entire length of the trail. Instead, we hiked in about 1.5 miles; as we hiked, we searched for a nice spot to have our picnic.
Our picnic spot
We found a lovely, secluded spot about a mile past the wilderness boundary, on a spur trail that looked to be the remnants of an old jeep road that leads to the fence line on top of the hill. The jeep road is now hidden by shrubs and dried leaves, making it difficult to spot if you're not looking for it. We hiked it to the top and set up our picnic under the shade of an old ponderosa pine tree, on top of the checkered tablecloth.

And, of course, that lovely tablecloth easily doubled as a blanket (as we so fondly pointed out to Nacole that following Monday)! Once again, we were naked in the woods, making "wood - chute"!

After our relaxing picnic and hike, John and I headed home, taking SR 89A through Jerome and Cottonwood before connecting with I-17. I was reminded of our first road trip, when we had our picnic on a rock in Sedona last May. That was our first trip through Jerome together, and we had stopped to eat ice cream at the local Thrifty. I smiled and looked at my wedding band, thinking how far John and I had come in that time, how many adventures we had had, and how many more are still waiting for us...

 

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