“I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the u.s. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende–it’s a riddle.” – Wall of Voodoo
Act One… maybe a bit philosophical
Cruising down the I-10 from El Paso, through the Chihuahuan, I got the music cranking, and Subee and I feel like Easy Rider driving through a Carlos Casteneda novel. Through my peripheral vision, I see pronghorn, and coyote watching Subee and I race by. I keep waiting to find Ralph Steadman manning a road side stand so I can pullover and have a caricature done for me.
I have now been on the road for over a month. There is a calming feeling about being on the open road, a sense of freedom. Quite different from the urban sprawl of the North East, the constant noise of traffic, and the crowds of impatient drivers. Everyone is in such a rush… to get to what? Well for now, that is over 2,500 miles behind me.
After passing through Las Cruces, the cars and trucks are replaced with yucca, and cacti. Just myself in the great Chihuahuan Desert, with a highway cutting straight down the middle of it. And always, waiting on the horizon, mountains.
There was an agenda, an itinerary, about a month ago. Now, I really don’t know where I am going until I am about to hop in the car again. This time I am headed to the Chiricahua Mountains in south eastern Arizona, and possibly, a curbside stand, owned and operated by Ralph Steadman.
The Coronado… Base camp
Okay, I did it. I drained the battery to my solar setup. Good thing: the next couple of days the weather was fantastic, especially for recharging the battery, and if so inclined, some decent tanning. On the downside: for those beginning to fall behind on there blogging responsibilities, there is no cell phone signal, and if you are not paying attention, it’s easy to get sunburned.
So for the next couple of days I would let the solar panel and the sun do their thing while I prepaired to summit Massai Point in the Chiricahuas.
Act Two – The Chiricahua
After three days of camping in the Coronado national Forest, my solar system was at full charge and I was ready to ascend the eight mile paved drive to Massai Point in the Chiricahua.
The drive to the top winds through canyons, picnic areas, and up the summit of the Chiricahua National Monument. There are also couple of trailheads that can be accessed from the summit, but with some time restraints I did the 3.5 mile Echo Canyon Trail located just a bit below the summit.
The Turkey Creek Caldera Eruption of…
…Something like twenty-seven million years ago a huge volcanic eruption occurred in (what is now) southern Arizona. As volcanic ash settled, and time and erosion did its thing, the hoodoos emerged. These giant hoodoos are also accompanied by balancing rocks, ane there no better trail to get up close and personal than the Echo Canyon Trail (go counter clockwise!).
As mentioned earlier, a lot of my journey has transformed my destinations from being planned to being spontaneous. The Chiricahua National Monument was definitely not planned, but I am so happy I did. The landscape is stunning and well worth the visit. Next stop would be the Gila National Forest to see cliff dwellings and the stars. Peace
That mysterious A that appears… ignore it, I can’t seem to get rid of it….