Essay originally written for The Arizona Historic Quarterly, Tucson I suppose it was a training ground for what would come later; never thought about it that way at the time, but more than likely, Sabino Canyon is the place where–over a dozen years practicing–I learned to stick to near vertical surfaces; to recognize the temperament of various rock forms; and for sure, what grows beside, on, and especially inbetween those rocks.  Years later, those skills probably saved my life more than once during my ten year exploration of Glen Canyon on the Colorado River. Sabino came in two parts: upper … Continue reading →