Saturday, December 5, 2015
Saturday December 5 2015
Steph's in Heaven, I'm in Scottsdale. It's totally true for Steph, down south in the warm sunshine in the place of a cold Idaho winter.
Not complaining, mind you. Sure, I'd rather be wallerin' around in the snow and hoar frost, wearing 5 layers of clothes, but this is a nice road trip in a fascinating part of the country. And I'm sure glad I'm not here in the summer!
We got out on the horses today on a little corner of the 100,000 square mile Sonoran desert. Jose and I both enjoyed the scenery. He's spent a winter down here before.
The Four Peaks of the rugged Mazatzal Mountains and wilderness line the eastern horizon,
and the alluring Superstition Mountains and wilderness lie to the southeast, with Weaver's Needle poking up in the melee. Legends abound of lost gold (particularly the Lost Dutchman Gold Mine), and a hole that leads down to the lower world. 700-year-old cliff dwellings in the Tonto basin, between the Mazatzals and Superstitions, leave behind an intriguing mystery of a vanished ancient people.
Jose and his desert reflection
Yep I like to hug trees, but I'm keeping my distance from this saguaro.
Pretty much anything out here, you don't want to run into or touch, particularly the cholla!
this was a cool old monster. With the right conditions, they can live to be 150-200 years old.