As in many, if not most, of National Parks and Monuments throughout the west, we owe a debt of gratitude to the Civilian Conservation Corp for their hardy efforts to make special places like Chiricahua's incredible boulder's accessible for enjoyment. As we hiked serpentine trails, weaving through a maze of monoliths, the immensity of the task handed off to the CCC's was obvious. Maikel an I took note of the height of retaining walls in some places and just shook our heads...enormous rocks carefully and precisely stacked and backfilled just so we could walk a path instead of repel.
The area of Arizona where Chiricahua is located is about as remote and unpopulated as you will find anywhere. When one does stumble upon a "town," it's often more of a crossroads with a gas pump, small grocery, and Ranch Supply. I don't know what crop they can coax from the ground in this hot and arid place, but grass grows knee-high and cows seem to be able to live on it. It is the remoteness of Chiricahua that attracted me. Throw in a rock garden of improbably balanced boulders and you had me at "Hello."
Take note of the difference in tan between Bobbie's and Maikel's legs (snicker).
More "On The Rocks" to come...and stay tuned for some closeups of a Coati!!!