Cloud 9 burnt to the ground back in 1964. Cloud 9 restaurant on top of Shaw Butte, Phoenix that is. ( Link ) But, I should be on ‘cloud nine,’ with my new move to a neighborhood bumped up against the south end of North Mountain. Officially “North Central Heights” for those Phoenicians who consider 85021 Sunnyslope. A spinkling of 1947 to mid 50s “Mid Century Modern” homes. With the trail head for Shaw Butte one block away at Mountain View Park, the fog of February was as good a time as any to ‘go climb a mountain.’
Superbowl Sunday disappointed Phoenix visitors with unusual weather; wet, cool and damp and the consequence of wet-cool-damp to sudden Sonora warm sun was the transition of actual ‘fog,’ unheard of in Phoenix. The 7 a.m. hike in pre-dawn twilight was glove weather … assuming I still owned a pair, let alone knew where they were … and gathered pearls of moisture on everything, including us. Moody cool. Grey and odorous.
Phoenix had disappeared below cloud as surely as a London ‘pea-souper;‘ visibility cut to a few hundred feet. Until, that is, you breach the drifting ‘clouds’ and the sun returned along with the usual Winter warmth. Magical. The peak for the short hike was the ruins of Cloud 9, no more than a few stone walls, a concrete slab, metal pipes and the inevitable graffiti. (Historic Article link: cloud9 )
Yes. This is February.
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