Granite Mountain. Prescott AZ

The trail were either flooded or covered with snow. On the way down I lost the trail and had to go over rocks, brush, and slippery mud to reach the bottom. Once on the bottom I had to hike a mile or so toward the cliffs before I found the trail leading back to the parking area.IMG_0192 IMG_0181 IMG_0180 IMG_0177 IMG_0176 IMG_0170 IMG_0169 IMG_0168 IMG_0167 IMG_0166 IMG_0164 IMG_0163 IMG_0162 IMG_0161 IMG_0159 IMG_0158 IMG_0157 IMG_0156 IMG_0155 IMG_0154 IMG_0153 IMG_0152 IMG_0151 IMG_0150 IMG_0194 IMG_0193

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DiBuduo is also the author of "Crime A Day," a nonfiction book, "A Penis Manologue: One Man's Response to the Vagina Monologues," and two volumes of his signature "flash-fiction poetry," as well as several collections of short stories. His short fiction and poetry also appear in anthologies, online journals, and recently, in Weekend Reads, a collection appropriately subtitled "Twisted Stories, Twisted Mind!" He has completed two paranormal novels, "Cryonic Man" and The Mountain Will Cover You.” and the soon to be released novel, “The Chicagoua Café,” and also a collaborative collection of connected fantasy stories with author Kate Robinson. Read more about DiBuduo and his interests at

2 thoughts on “Granite Mountain. Prescott AZ

  1. The hand is fine. As one ages the skin gets thin and when I brush against tree limbs and stuff, I always bleed. You should have seen me going down Fossil Creek. When I got washed along the rocks after getting dumped from my kayak, I bled from manny impact spots and probably looked like I’d bleed to death, but bleeding didn’t bother me. Not nearly as ba as it looks.

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