We meant to hike one of the loop trails from our guidebook this morning. We headed north on Route 89A that goes Noth into the mountains. On the way we passed through grasslands. Leo mentioned that it looked like pronghorn habitat, and just then we both saw pronghorn herds on both sides of the highway. Three of them tried to cross the highway in front of us, changed their minds and slid under the barbed wire fence!
The directions were sketchy and we just kept driving uphill looking for a trailhead till we came to the mining town of Jerome perched on the mountainside, so we abandoned our plan for a hike and looked for a likely coffee and goodie stop.
Jerome is like a slightly downscale Bisbee, a little more falling apart, the art stores a little more hippyish. It is also literally more falling downish, a portion of the town had recently slid down the slope, including the public restrooms indicated on the city map, which were no longer in existance.
Quite a few buildings were only hollow shells, missing one or more walls.
We had coffee and apple cobbler in the Mile High Grill, so named because Jerome is a mile high in elevation.
One our way back we found the trailhead, just an inconspicuous, unsigned pullout on the side of the highway, which we saved for the next day.
Instead we walked the Walker Creek Preserve full of ducks and migrating warblers and tall cottonwoods.
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