A quiet day...

Trip Start Jan 09, 2012
Trip End Jun 04, 2012

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What I did
The Puerto Blanco Road

Flag of United States  , Arizona
Saturday, March 10, 2012

We didn't do too much yesterday, what with a steady dose of "Moriah", if ya get my meanin'...

We did take a drive on the five mile Puerto Blanco road in the monument.  It led us to a nice view of Pinckley Peak at the end and turnaround spot.  We saw three Border Patrol vehicles ahead of us, but they disappeared behind closed gates to do what they do.

When then took the short drive to Lukeville.  It's only about five miles south of here and is a border crossing into Mexico.  There's a restaurant there, as well as a Duty Free Shop.  Not being into perfume and whiskey, I opted for an ice cream cone at the cafe.  I managed to only get one spot of the stuff on my shirt.  Not bad for an ol' guy.

Due to Moriah's presence and Pete's ill-feeling day, we spent our time inside and read.  Lynn played cards in a solitaire way and I read and whatever else I did. (Kept no notes.)  The sunsets are pretty quick and not too colorful, due to the absence of clouds.  Moriah took them away, it seems.  We have been running the generator for two hours in the AM and two in the PM.  It's relaxing, I must admit.  That and the fan in the bedroom made for a very peaceful nap on one afternoon. That way, Lynn can cook, rattle and roll to her heart's content and I can just saw some wood.

This morning we finally got a good look at the Kris Eggle Visitors Center.  We originally went there to find a cache.  It was set up by a group of middle-schoolers and their teacher.  It was very convoluted, with errors in the text.  We gave up.  Miffed would sum it up, I reckon.

Later Lynn and I hiked the Desert View trail again.  This time, thanks to Pete, I actually saw the Twin Peaks, the namesake of our campground.  Nice the are, for sure.  The blossom just keep appearing on the cactus.  The creosote bushes and the brittle bush are near the end of their blooming cycle, but many other varieties are hanging in.  The tiny flowers seem to be gone now, what with the hotter days.  Sixties in Helena, I've heard.  Not bad, but not too much in bloom there, or?

We're having Lynn's delectable marinated chicken nachos for dinner. Last night it was a chicken salad with dates, pecans, grapes, celery and apples.  Not bad fare for an ol' guy.

Thanks again for stopping by, faithful readers.  Tomorrow we move to the Sanora Desert National Park for a week or so.  We'll be just a few miles west of Tucson and will be glad to have electricity again.

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Jerry on

Great pictues and commentary.
Sure looks like no-man's land out there
Not a very high fence on the border though...
See any activity across the fence?

Rob on

I spent some time there two summers ago just wandering around. The area is really quite scenic.

photodon on

I agree, Ralph. A great place to dry camp, quiet with breathtaking scenery. It was good campin' with you and Lynn. See you soon, Cisco! Ha Ha! (de Pancho)

Mike Noble on

Really liked the close up picture of the desert rose. Having tried to do some close ups like that myself, I know the difficulty of perfect focus....I still need more practice. Looks like the trail was brick lined...or some of it. Some people see the desert as inhospitable but you guys (and I) see the adventure in it and quiet hospitality. Though I guess I wouldn't want to be trekking it in the high temps or crossing it to get a job like our "immigrants ".

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