It's a fine thing to set out on a sunny bright morning. If you're ready for it,
the road rolls out obligingly, promising amazing sights, places to stop and lovely notions that occur to you when the scenery is so impressive. This is the real desert Southwest; the cactus stands tall, the plains spread for miles and mountains rim the horizon like guardian walls.
Consider them. Ageless sentinels, host to primitive people who farmed in their shadows. Witness to birth, death, war or peace..but even older than all that. Formed as continents moved or volcanoes spilled the Earth's foundation, wise beyond imagination, silent as the night. My God, they're wonderful.
This is Texas Canyon, a passageway through the high peaks between New Mexico and Arizona. Settlers and soldiers pulled through here, Indians roamed here. It's always a good place stop, sit and think.
So I did.
Finish your coffee, then dive down the mountain from Texas Canyon--or Texas Pass--into Benson, Arizona, just down the road from Tombstone, where Wyatt Earp, his brothers and Doc Holliday fought the Clantons that time at the OK Corral. From Benson, it's a brief run to Tucson where the GPS takes you through modern city streets to a warm and loving welcome back.
If I sound a little gushy..maybe a lot gushy..I don't apologize. This is a wonderful place to be among family and good friends..and there is a history written on these rocks that stirs imagination.
It is good to be back.