Where you can camp up close and personal with these wild things.
It took some time for Arizonans to appreciate the wonders of this plant--
But now we do-- and they are loved and respected and legally protected.
Get the story here.
But now we do-- and they are loved and respected and legally protected.
Get the story here.
A stone's throw away is this rare one.
Rare and mysterious--and much valued. Experts cannot yet fully explain this anomaly.
You would not guess what wild attraction has filled this parking lot.
It is the product of a wild haired vision--long years ago.
No ordinary thrift store.
It is a whopper--with a whopper of a reputation--that does a whopping lot of good.
Somehow a thousand people aligned their visions and worked together--without pay--for a half century. Could you guess the size of last year's financial contributions.
The answer is detailed here: Brace yourself to be astonished: ONE MILLION, SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS divided among these listed charities. Hats off to this group from Green Valley, Arizona.
Invited down to a wild little town--myself and a companion--go there.
Settle into our friend's back yard.
walk one of the numerous trails into the massive (110,000 acres) wildlife reserve.
boardwalks across marshy areas.
Local headquarters of a sizable humanitarian group dedicated--
to prevent deaths in the desert of illegals crossing into the US.
Of course I went inside and interviewed the attendant. He showed me a map pinpointing about 20 spots where bodies were found. They go out to the danger spots and leave gallons of water. More on this later.
This bar--the La Gitana --oldest bar in the oldest Az town. My companion and I spent an evening there.
with guys like this--who wheeled in on this lively and ancient vehicle.
A tapestry on the wall captures the mood of the place. A U shaped bar puts customers eye to eye.
Sure enough drama happened--which I won't detail.
Also on the wall--this classic picture of a nearby commune--no longer extant--but whose influence
is very much felt today--many members stayed and built in the area.
From almost everywhere you can see this fabled mountain: Baboquivari. (pronounced bob-oh-couve-ray)
A better picture--from the internet.
I was invited to dinner by three ladies---and served a 12 course meal. I celebrated the event by writing a poem. (will share it later).
RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES: My adventures here will require a 2nd post. The enduring impact here was a interview with an informed local on sensible policy for illegals. Just 2 of his major points: The steel walls--closely monitored--funnel illegals in the dangerous desert areas. If we had a reasonable, fluid work permit where Mexicans could easily come to work and RETURN-- They would do so. I was not entirely persuaded but appreciated his valid points.
Then I went to an end-of-the-world town--met a pretty lady--who built a pretty bar. (more later)