On the descent of Superstition Mountain, I lost my wristwatch in the mud and rain somewhere above Hieroglyphic Springs. Ed and Mary Omberg along with Mary Sue Mead were nice enough to stay at Apache Junction that night while the rest of Roy's party drove on looking for dry climbing. The rain continued most of the night while we stayed at a local motel with bottles of "carrot juice" to sharpen our eyesight. The next morning Superstition Mountain was covered by a thin mantle of snow and clouds obscured the summit. We four started up what has to be the slowest, most slippery climb of the peak ever made. From the point in our off-route descent the day before where I noticed the watch missing we had our eyes glued to the ground. Four and a half hours later we reached the summit for the secound time in two days but still without a watch. We had literally retraced our steps in the mud, rock and through the snow except for 3-400 yards in which the trail was totally obscured. On our descent we were lucky to locate the lost trail and sharp-eyed Mary Omberg found my watch at the base of a bush. She made me promise to write an account of her achievement for The Sage and also to pubically state that she and Ed had not run out of gas when Jim Sinnett had to pull then to a service station. Actually I am very grateful to Ed and Mary for staying to help me locate something that was very important to me. Their tracking ability earned them their choice of any meal at any Phoenix area restaurant. We enjoyed a great Mexican dinner complete with Sangria. Thanks again Ed and Mary.
