Some aspects of my journey are becoming personal pilgrimages. This is the first time I have visited Joshua Tree National Park. The album “Joshua Tree” by U2 was released in the spring of 1987. It had a very profound effect on me. Very powerful music. So I played it a lot the four days I was here. I was very lucky to get a campsite without a reservation. Nestled in among these amazing rock formations. A form of granite that forced its way through the earth’s surface and has been subsequently eroded away. Besides the large population of Joshua trees, a type of yucca, there is a surprising variety of plant life. More tree magic. Juniper, pinyon, and live and scrub oak. There is evidence of human habitation here as old as 1000 years. And there are spaces that invoke a sense of sacredness in me, because of the layout, rocks, trees, open space, orientation. I create my own space for my morning yoga by determining north from the location of Polaris and hopefully finding a mountain or a tree to direct my attention for my routine. Dark skies are better than I would have imagined considering the proximity to Los Angeles. Observations hampered by clouds. But still two brief opportunities were rewarding.
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Three days to camp out before I could get into Chiricahua National Monument. Only 12 miles from the RV park. Moving day in the pouring rain. Relatively easy set up. But the mud is horrible. Like brown cement. Any amount of walking outside results in large heavy clumps on the boots. Developing a strategy for keeping mud out of trailer. Remove the boots in the truck, scraping the mud off with the machete. Remove the clogs on the trailer steps scraping the mud off on them, and wearing the slipper socks exclusively inside.
There are according to the literature 20,000 sandhill cranes wintering over here. They spend the night in the water, then fly off in the daytime to feed in nearby agricultural fields. They fly in v-formations with as many as 60, keeping up a noisy conversation amongst themselves. They are very large birds with long necks outstretched and their long legs trailing behind them. Their summer home is Alaska and northern Canada. Quite an unexpected and awesome experience.
There are other birds around. Ducks, swallows, and the one vermilion flycatcher I spotted. A hawk spent his days perched on a utility pole down the road from my camp.
I made another trip into Bisbee to see if my mail had arrived from Pahrump. It had not. Also an opportunity to pick up a few groceries I had failed to plan far enough ahead for.
Saturday morning I was up before sunrise to drive over to the main viewing area to observe the cranes before they flew off. Very foggy. Only one group was close enough to actually see. They were many others beyond visibility that were very audible. The birds prolonged their departures and left only in small groups.
The day was sunny but it was too muddy to do anything outside around camp. Cooked inside. A large of number of cranes appeared in the field across the road. Gunshots from beyond startled them suddenly and hundreds took to the air all at once. Amazing. I had the place to myself for two nights but some campers pulled in the afternoon. This area could easily accommodate a couple more.
A great sunset that evening, and an equally impressive sunrise on Sunday. And then hitching up to move up to Chiricahua.
Two nights instead of three. Still left me a full day to explore this area. Its center is the old Empire Cattle Ranch. Cows from three different companies still graze the grasslands. Empire was organized in 1874, though an existing ranch was here probably much earlier. Nothing about what was going on here before that is related in the interpretive material. This was Apache homeland. They created problems for the European-Americans by trying to protect their territories and resources. “Renegades” they are called. Geronimo and his family among them.
I am impressed by the variety of the landscape here, notable among the trees that grow here. The grasslands are populated by mesquite. Around the springs and the waterways that flow from them are large cottonwoods. And up one wide wash are stands of big spreading Arizona white oaks. They grow up the hillside in smaller sizes. Reminds me a lot of California.
After a week of Phoenix and Tucson and spending a large chunk of money on truck repairs, it was time to retreat and park myself for awhile. No driving. No spending money. Buenos Aires was just what I needed. In addition there are very dark skies and I stayed to watch the lunar eclipse. This became an experiment in managing my water resources. I ran out of fresh water in the trailer and maxxed out the gray water both on the 9th day. I had an extra 12 gallons in the truck and drew of 5 of the gray water into a separate container. There are those who scatter their gray water in the bushes. I am not doing that. So practically speaking, the way I do things, I am good for 8 days. Which includes doing dishes twice daily, a light laundry, a body wash, and washing my hair.
This area is 10 miles from the Mexico border so there is a lot of Patrol activity. White SUVs along the roads, including driving through the refuge, and overhead aircraft, F-15s, surveillance jets, and helicopters.
The nearby town of Arivaca is interesting. It has been here since the 1700s. Formerly had its day when mining was going on about 100 years ago. Now being populated by artists, humanitarians, and tourists. Just outside of town is the unique La Siesta RV Park. Steve has been theme-ing it with vintage travel trailers. Nice park. Nice guy.