A strange feeling came over him at the base of North Mountain, like he had been here before and was returning to his roots. Compared to the mountains west of Denver, this was barely a foothill, but there was something else that he felt and couldn’t explain.
Tears welled up in his eyes. Why? He wiped them away and walked up the main trail.
Something scampered through the underbrush to his right. He couldn’t see it--probably a rabbit. Several large Saguaro’s were guarding the trail, they were much bigger than he expected. All of this vegetation was new to him. He wanted to learn as much as possible about every living thing in this desert.
He had never taken in the aroma’s of the desert, it smelled better than home cooking!
This trail was quite rocky and hard to walk on, made even worse by the shoes that he wore. Mack didn’t care, this was heaven! The trail turned out to be a small loop, that was perfect for today though, because he didn’t want to go too far. Before he made it back to the main trail a large jack-rabbit scampered across his path about 30 feet ahead. This creature was over twice as big as the rabbits he saw in Colorado, with big floppy ears that nearly touched the ground. It made its’ way up a mound to Mack’s left and attempted to hide behind a small rock. Mack could still see it and after a few seconds it made its’ way over the ridge and out of sight.
He stood motionless for a few more minutes, taking in the sights, smells and sounds of the desert.