Today I hiked up into a small canyon near here to photograph the icicles that form in winter on the cliffs along the sides of the canyon. Because I am rather tired and out of time tonight I will post just a sample and then later, a series of photos of the icicles that decorate the cliffs. The icicles in this photo are in the 5 to 6 foot range.
That’s what I enjoy so much about living right here. It is very close to some very wild country. I like going out for days at a time without seeing anyone else around and the country is completely natural.
It’s about a two mile walk to get to the cliffs there and a climb of about 900 feet. About 6 inches of snow; not enough for snowshoes, but enough to make walking tiring. It’s so pretty there though that it’s worth it.
One of our wintertime amusements was waiting for the icicles on the roof edge to grow long enough for us to snap them off and eat them. One of my mother’s wintertime obligations was her need to yell, “Don’t eat those! They’re dirty!” Your icicles don’t appear to be dirty at all, and if they are, it’s clean dirt. My mother would approve!
I recall the same things from when I was a child, but it is much different living this far out in the country. The air is very clean and there’s nothing flying around to dirty the snow especially up there where these form.
There are such things in Arizona, you know. I remember many very cold nights in the mountains of southern Arizona in January while hunting javelina. And one night while camping in Bloody Basin just below Flagstaff my jerry can of water froze clear through.