|Arizona touch me not. At the Robinson's front door, Tucson|
Tucson, Arizona. Thursday, 3/14/13: I have arrived; a little tired, dusty and hungry, but I have arrived indeed. And I got a big welcome, too.
|Another day, another sunrise.|
So again, I raced the sun westward...a futile exercise; it always wins.
One of my favorite rest stops (I have many) is at Cage, NM. I pull over there whether I need to or not just to see the sign below. It warns you that
no matter how beautiful this all may be, there is need to be respectful. Some
But I paid mind to my manners and managed to keep pace with the interstate traffic yet another day. Yesterday, the speed limit in Texas' Permian Basin was 80. Today's was a sedate 75.
At that rate, it takes about 4 hours to cross the distance from Las Cruces to Tucson. You know you're getting close when you reach Texas Pass..a park at the very top of the last mountain range before dropping down to Benson, AZ, for the final approach to Tucson. This rocky overlook offers a view in three major directions, but the peak itself is the attraction--a jumble of honey-colored rock straddling the cresting road..just magnificent. I always stop there, too.
|Racing the sun, chasing my shadow.|