|ANY MORNING WALK IN THE GREAT SOUTHWEST IS A BEAUTIFUL WALK|
|THE REMAINS OF A LARGE TAMARISK TREE|
|A BIG OLD CHOCOLATE COLORED MOUNTAIN ON THE HORIZON??|
|NOPE, JUST A BIG PILE OF DIRT AT THE OTHER END OF A GRAVEL PIT WE WERE WALKING IN NEAR OUR RIG|
|AFTER HEAVY RAINS HEAVY EQUIPMENT IS OFTEN NEEDED TO FIX THE ROADS|
|DIFFERENT LOOKING DUMP TRUCKS IN THESE HERE PARTS|
|'CIBOLA PIT ROAD' HEADING EAST TOWARDS THE TRIGO MOUNTAINS|
Oh how I love being out dragging along slow on these lonesome desert roads taking in all the magnificent scenery stopping here and there for a photo or two. We don't venture into any rough spots like we sometimes used to do and I'm Okay with that. Bouncing around inside the Jeep like a ping pong ball doesn't seem to hold the same appeal for me anymore like it once did not that long ago. It's gotta be that damn age thing again!!
|AFTER ABOUT THREE MILES CIBOLA PIT ROAD ENDED AT A LARGE UNUSED GRAVEL PIT|
|NOT MANY SAGUAROS IN THE AREA BUT WE DID SPOT THIS ONE|
|AN ATV TRAIL AMBLES THROUGH THE DESERT|
|THE JEEP CAN BE SEEN UPPER LEFT|
The road ended at the base of the Trigo Mountains in an old rather large gravel pit after 3 or 4 miles. The landscape swept upwards a bit and we were able to get out for a walk around and enjoy the views. This is a rugged land and it is that very ruggedness that has always appealed to me so much. Everywhere one looks the landscape changes and just keeps on changing. Mountains, valleys, hills, and plain's go on forever. For me there is nothing to bore my impatient eyes. Each bend in the road pulls me further along, each mountain range beckons me to come and say hello. One day soon this wondrous land here in the Southwest will not be accessible for me anymore and I will be very sad. However, I am so fortunate to have taken an interest in photography years ago enabling me to at least amass thousands upon thousands of reasonably decent photos of our travels. I will have my memories.
|THAT FAR HILL HAS REALLY BEEN DUG INTO|
|A BURRO PATH|
|THOUGHT I HEARD SOME 'HE-HAW'- BURRO SOUNDS DOWN THERE IN THOSE TREES|
|NOT SURE WHO OR WHAT LIVES OVER THERE IN THOSE HOLES|
We're about due to tend to our fresh, gray, and black tanks so we'll be making a move shortly. We'll combine that with a few other necessary things that have come up and whether we return to our spot here in the Cibola Wildlife Refuge or not remains to be seen. Because we like the quietness and lack of people here I think we will but maybe not before dropping around to a few other favorite spots in the area first. We'll see. It all has to do with how we're feeling at the time. And I emphasize 'we' not just me as sometimes I'm sure it is perceived with me being the sole author of the blog:))
|WE HAD TO KEEP A WARY EYE OUT FOR RUMBLING GRAVEL TRUCKS TODAY|
|PHEEBS AND I CROSSED THE COLORADO RIVER IN OUR TRAVELS TODAY AND IF YOU LOOK CAREFULLY HERE FACING SOUTH YOU CAN SEE PICACHO PEAK WHICH IS ABOUT HALF WAY BETWEEN WHERE WE ARE AND YUMA....PICACHO PEAK IS ON THE HORIZON AT UPPER LEFT AND LOOKS LIKE A TALL DOUBLE PEAK|
|DRIVING ON TOP OF A BERM ALONG AN IRRIGATION CANAL|
|RE-CROSSING THE COLORADO FROM WEST TO EAST|
GROANER'S CORNER:)) A TEST FOR 'OLDER' KIDS.