In the early 50s, my Grandparents (Dad’s side) moved to Phoenix, AZ from Chicago for retirement as Grandpa retired from the IRS – a tax man and avid film photographer with a darkroom in his North Side home. We had many family vacations headed down “Old Route 66” from Chicago. Made it in 24 hours, non-stop in a 1966 Olds Toronado one time. As a kid, I loved the open space of the West and the times we had.
In Phoenix, Camelback Mountain is an icon that over the years has been like many places encroached by man. See the two old photos above.
As I saw this hill hear Sholinghur it immediately reminded me of Camelback Mountain.