Superstition Mountain

Outlined in the distance, its powerful presence
has been a vision to admire, even worship;
not a painting I thought to fold myself into,
especially when the setting sun transforms
the mountain of stone into a majestic goddess.

From my knees, I would praise, but never once
have I thought myself worthy of such magnificence.

A child of mind in the valley below.
A child no more.
On my feet, I stand strong,
ready to roar, ready to claim
whatโ€™s divinely mine.

One step at a time.

This is more than a Tuesday drive
to capture the golden light.
This is my unfolding life.

My Sirious Crush navigated me to a Superstition Mountain trailhead yesterday, just before sunset. He went silent when my feet hit the ground. Thank goodness. Although hearing my English handheld man (mis)pronounce Native American street names was a tad hilarious. No disrespect intended, but he did make me chuckle with his verbal attempts.

Thank you for visiting the trail with me! If you have time, please give my gorgeous song selection a listen (below). The tone and lyrics match my trail vibe quite nicely. Be well.๐Ÿ’— Michele

If you missed my wild post – video of a hawk sighting – check it out!

Click here to learn more about the history and fascinating legends and beliefs surrounding the Superstition Mountain range.

Photos: all mine except full mountain range (last photo); that one is by AZ photographer, Jack Partin

ยฉ 2022 Michele Lee Sefton

95 thoughts on “Superstition Mountain

      1. An hour in offers great beauty and peace. Tourists can underestimate the danger of the desert during the warmer months and that mountain has its share of secrets and stories, part of the folklore and legend. โœจ

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  1. Your poetry, music and photography are beautiful, Michele…inspiring me to write a poem:

    At golden hour
    Above the sands
    Old spirits join in song

    From mountain tops
    Upon the wind
    As one, with you – stand strong

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  2. Oh Michele my Belle, this is a heart-stopping moment to drink in the awesome scenery, even though it is situated on Superstition Mountain? ๐ŸŒžโ›ฐ๐ŸŒต Is there a backstory to why this place is dubbed Superstition Mountain? Welllll, maybe I don’t want to know. ๐Ÿ˜ฒ At least you captured some beautiful snapshots blanketed in some wonderful words to express the divine innocence of what you experienced. That last photo is simply awe-inspiring. I can’t imagine what it looks like in person if the photo is as breathtaking as it is! Thanks for sharing my dancing queen! ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿฝ

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    1. Heart-stopping and peaceful rolled into one sunset experience. ๐Ÿ’– Yes, that mountain has many stories and legends! There’s gold in them there hills! โœจ That mountain truly has a presence. Most things seem smaller when we get older, but that mountain has retained her impressive stature. ๐ŸŒ„ Thank you for enjoying, my Maven of Motivation!! ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ

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      1. Oh gosh Michele, my dancing queen Belle, what treasures we behold whether fact or fiction. Somehow mountains have a way of making us stand, looking up with our mouths open and our eyes stretching wide with wonder. What an experience that has such a lasting impression, even if that particular mountain is shrouded with superstition. ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ˜ Where is Stevie Wonder when you need him? LOL ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฃ

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  3. Beautiful photography and gorgeous poem you written mountain Sunset ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’“
    The video YAIMA gorgeous with so sweet voice ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ Thank you so much for
    Sharing and grace wishes dear friend ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’“๐ŸŒน

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    1. Wonderful to read you again, Thattamma. It appears WP messed with our follow buttons. All is well. I am delighted that you enjoyed my post. Thank you for listening to my song selection; she does have a sweet voice, yes. ๐Ÿ˜‡ Best wishes to you lovely lady. ๐Ÿ’—

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    1. A wee early indeed! The early bird gets the worm, they say! ๐Ÿ˜ I am happy to read you enjoyed my poem. Thank you, Cindy. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป If you made it back for the song, I hope you enjoyed that too. I love the lyrics and her voice relaxes me. ๐Ÿ’–

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    1. It was a peaceful and beautiful experience. โœจ Thank you, Dawn, I am pleased you enjoyed my post. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป You are right – the desert does have a distinct beauty, not in the summer though! ๐Ÿฅต

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  4. When I was a little girl I lived by the Superstition mountains for one summer at my aunt’s place. I loved going to Canyon Lake on the weekends for night time camping trips. It was so much fun swimming among cliffs. Beautiful poem and photos, thanks for sharing.

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    1. What a wonderful story. Thank you so much for sharing! I do not know your age and I am not asking you to share it, but it’s possible that you and I were at the lake at the same time. I lived at those lakes as a child. My dad was an avid fisherman and we skied; I’ve written about it. ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  6. I so love the interpretation and experience of the mountains; their rugged beauty and raw nature is a gorgeous reminder of nature’s power and its ability to inspire.

    That final photo from Jack Partin is also truly stunning. โค

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    1. Your understanding of the power they hold is awe-inspiring. I love how they change, based on the light, or lack thereof, and the symbolism they represent. Yes, that last photo is incredible! Its own weather system! Wonderful to read you, Jaya. ๐Ÿ’— Wishing you a joyful holiday season.

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