Hiking in the Superstition Mountains

Monday, March 10th, the boys, Brent and I, took a trip to the Lost Dutchman State Park located in the Superstition Mountains. The weather was perfect, the wild flowers were in bloom, and the desert was green. Before we started our adventurous hike, we had a picnic lunch. With a starving teenager around, we can't do anything until we eat.
We started our hike going up an easy trail to Green Boulder. At Green Boulder, Grant found plenty of bees to scare him away from climbing this huge rock formation. Since we weren't tired and the boys were still very hyper, we decided to continue our hike down Prospector’s View Trail which connected to Siphon Draw Trail. Siphon Draw is a difficult hike to get to the Basin of the mountain. It is steep and rugged. During this part of the hike, Grant started to lose steam and became very flushed. It was one in the afternoon, and although it is March, it was still pretty warm out. After dousing him with water and hydrating him, we moved onward up the mountain. The sites were breathtaking! The challenge of the terrain eventually got to me as well.
By the time we made it to the Basin, we had hiked several miles. I was tired and only interested in finding some shade to cool off in. Brent, on the other hand, had other things in mind. He kept trying to get me to go further up the mountain. I kept declining and laid on the cool rock wall in the shade. His persistence finally paid off and I consented to be drug further up the steep basin wall with the promise that I would really like the shade up there. I wined the entire time he drug me up the steep wall. I told him that I didn’t see any shade up there, I liked the shade where I was at, the muscles in my legs were burning, and I was tired of hiking. He just kept on dragging me up the mountain until we reached a small patch of shade. The shade wasn’t really that great but at least I didn’t have to hike any more.

Brent had the wiggles and couldn’t sit on the rock ledge on the left of me. He moved to the right of me, but the edge was sharp to sit on. So he sat on the ground a few feet from me and said he had to stretch his legs out. Then he knelt in front of me and pulled out the most beautiful diamond ring ever and asked me to marry him again. I shouted yes and told him I hadn’t married him yet since he had asked me the first time but that I of course would. He finally got me the REAL ring. We had searched and looked at many rings over the last month and it wasn’t until last weekend that I had found the one I loved. And he waited until I had been wining about hiking and my hands were swollen from the heat to propose all over again. Ahhhhh, Brent is great at creating memories!