Even though we believe we grow up and move on from our volatile adolescence, deep down we're still just a conglomeration of hormones — the same ridiculous teenager, now worn around the edges by life. Jill Homer of "Jill Outside," The necessity and frivolity of personal challenges.
Though the BCB lags behind, those of you who keep up with us on Facebook know we are safely and happily hidden away at one of our favorite Catalina Mountain boondocks...as in, right in the freaking foothills.
As with every outdoor place, it is busier in this Pandemic year. But what can one say against the burgeoning numbers of anxious stir-crazed house-fevered people trying to save their sanity by applying layers of Mother Nature's soothing balm?
|Check out that wall-to-wall front window!|
|Returning to Arizona to hike and explore every winter year after year, mile after mile, we never stumbled across a desert tortoise. This one is number two on this trip!|
|One of our favorite "crested" saguaros.|
|A typical day around our boondock...lovely clouds and desert.|
|A typical occurrence while mountain biking single-track through needled cholla and fish-hooked wait-a-minute-bush...above and below.|
|Typical views from our Catalina foothills boondock, above and below|
|View out of Brent and Anita's Imax Window.|
|Typical facial expressions while mountain biking...|
|A typical outing...|
|Nephew Brent, and Bobbie...catching up.|
|Anita's first experience on single-track. She did great on her 3 inch tire "Fat Bike"|
|A coyote skull...|
|The first two arms break through the skin on an immature saguaro|