I guess it is only human nature to dwell on now faded, but warm and fuzzy memories of rock climbing, instead of focusing entirely on all of our wonderful winter activities revolving around our famous “white smoke” here in Jackson Hole.   Such thoughts should be banned since we are currently in one of the best winters for backcountry skiing that we have seen in several years (the winter of 03-04). Thoughts of warm rock and sunny days, as well as snow free hiking and birding for something other than chickadees and goldeneye ducks, are strong incentives to look southward.   I have made variations of this trip before, and will undoubtedly do it many more times in the future.   In summary, I blast out of Jackson on a good day; hoping for a minimal distance of nasty roads, and pleasant drive to Zion National Park.   Zion offers an attractive campground and there are a number of trails or climbing routes that can be used as therapy to overcome the effects of the previous day in the car.   The next dash southward is towards Arizona's Sonoran Desert with its promises of warmth and sunshine.   Depending on the total time of the planned trip I can find places along the way to waste minutes, hours, or days; but my real goal is Tucson and beyond.   Tucson's Mt. Lemmon has always drawn me in for at least several days of climbing.   However, last year's fire there may have caused some problems and I will have to investigate.   Mt Lemmon is an area near Tucson offering many, many climbs, both traditional and sport, on a good granitic rock.   Expect to spend some time being lost at first, as there are a bewildering number of separate crags crowded together on steep slopes.   When climbing there, opportunities abound to visit with other local climbers, since I am forever asking others about where I am versus where I think I am.   It is usually a very humbling interaction, but I manage to make it worthwhile by getting updates on the popular Mexican eateries and such local tidbits.   One thing about these pleasantries which constantly amazes me:   when asked the “what and where” of my trip I always mentioned Cochise Stronghold and Baboquivari Peak and am surprised by the universality of their response, which is essentially “Oh, I have always wanted to go to those places.”   Hell, they live in Arizona and I have to come a thousand miles and will continue to do so.