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Lost Dutchman State Park |
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Oh a whim, I set out for the Superstitions... |
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The Superstition Mountains |
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Looking toward the south, directly at the mountain. The weather was top-notch, which allowed me to venture further. |
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Perfect blue skies |
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I don't even think it was 100 degrees at this point. |
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Gazing toward "Praying Hands" |
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Some unusual rock formations toward the eastern slope of the mountain. |
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Finally, a place to rest |
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Bless you, Andrew D. Smith, whoever you are... |
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Just a bit closer... |
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Starting to warm up now, I approached the mountain still from the north. It was beautiful. |
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Praying Hands again... |
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My camera kept finding its way back toward these formations. |
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A ghost town |
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I drove past this small grouping of run down structures on the way up. I wanted to stop on the way down, but was a bit tired. |
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Foreboding and tempting, all the same |
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I wanted to go further, but by this time, it was hot. Plus, I forgot my water (d'oh!) |
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Black and white |
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Time to go back, one last shot for fun. |
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