Thursday, April 23, 2015

As The Earth Shrinks: On The Intersection of Random Circles in Chiricahua


It's our M. O., after all—to arrive at Chiricahua National Monument late one afternoon and without campground reservations. Recall the gist of one of my sacred, but oft abused, 10 RV Commandants: The fork in the road is excuse, means, and reason enough to tweak one's trajectory. It's a random Universe, what have we got to lose? Look, itineraries are fine for business trips, but leisure travel? The best way to keep Miss Sara N. Dipity in a box is to make grandiose plans and reservations, then soldier on—rank and file, nuts to butts, follow the leader down the Yellow Brick Road...

Monday, April 20, 2015

Ghost Towns In The Dragoons


On the eve of the sacred fourteenth day, Mr Ranger Sir sayeth unto us, "Your fortnight of coolness and shade in Madera Canyon expires tomorrow. Go, and Godspeed." Egads, man. So, in the midst of a prolonged heatwave, Bobbie and I descended the Mount. Outgunned by a calendar and thermometer, I grumbled that it was time to bid Arid-zona farewell and pointed Goldie homeward… sort of.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Box Canyon Rides Box Canyon, Back to the 1890's



Come March, when unseasonable heat gripped Tucson, Camp Madera Canyon became our go-to cool spot, a shady oasis of babbling brooks and birds. With Gilbert Ray temps forecasted to to top out over 80, moving 30 miles to 5200 feet of elevation subtracted 10 to 12 degrees, not to mention an agreeable change of scene. We have come to appreciate the variety of recreational choices available from Camp Madera—bird watching to hiking to summiting to mountain biking endless backroads… one of which is "Box Canyon."

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Proof of Life


As we become more experientially enlightened (get older) we realize that nothing in life comes easy, that if we want to get "somewhere" it often requires pushing limits. Being experientially enlightened means that we have long realized that Life isn't fair. Life is like the mountain, in that regard, it doesn't give a lick if you fall to your death. 

Monday, April 13, 2015

More Madera, Color Blinded in Tubac, and the "Whether" Back Home


I read a rather spooky thought from my bedside companion, Friedrich Nietzsche, last night: "If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." Now I know why I always feel like someone's watching, and relieved that it's not God.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Camp Madera Canyon


A´ la Paul Simon, "there must be 50 ways to" climb a mountain. But summits are singular, thus memorable—a lofty opportunity to un-shoulder a pack and fathom a new external perspective, not to mention the one that lies within.

Friday, April 3, 2015

On Whims


"Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant, there is no such thing. Making your unknown known is the important thing—keeping the unknown always beyond." Georgia O'keeffe

Somewhere in the sun beaten, God forsaken, barren Land of Disenchantment: This is what comes of last-second whims—a sudden brainstorm to throw a stick in the spokes of routine.