San Xavier del Bac Mission, 1797

Goll-ee is it pretty!

Dotted around the Denver area are old brick houses with this style of arched facade. I fail to successfully articulate what it is I so love about them. Sigh.

Pure happiness!

Mesquite and creosote, full fluff and flower. The scent of the low desert is absolutely beguiling.

Desert willow, which isn’t a willow at all. We have one in our front yard, and it is the wisest of our garden “crew.” Looking positively dead until late May or early June, after every chance of frost has passed, then it explodes in thin leafed glory and pastel blossom. It is a superstar of the pollinator world.

When we were in Kansas City, if you recall, we visited the most amazing National Museum of Toys and Miniatures. Upon learning Tucson has The Miniature Time Machine Museum, as well, we couldn’t miss a chance at enjoying another glimpse of a world scaled down, down, down. Fun!

Looky how small the coins our dapper friend is standing on.

A bucking bronco on the tip of a pencil, jeepers.

Efficiency Apartment for a single woman writer. I like it. I like it very much.

You know why…

It was all so cool.

Favorite gamer on his least favorite pinball machine at the most excellent Hotel McCoy, our home away in Tucson, and the polar opposite of our digs in Gila.

Very centrally located and kinda hipster cool, with a pool, a very nice beer (try the prickly pear!) and wine bar and truly fab murals galore. We enjoyed streaming Netflix in the evening, pop tarts and coffee in the morning, and the steady roar of the nearby freeway when out and about with the pooch.

Tucson is similar in size and geography to Colorado Springs, with soaring peaks and a bit of sprawl. An unexpected adjustment was how bare of evergreen the peaks are, with every craggy slope visible, and upon closer inspection, positively alive with saguaro and mesquite and a whole host of other plants unknown to us.

We ate well, our favorites El Charro, one of the oldest restaurants in town, and definitely worth the wander. We also had amazing pupusas and doughnuts and icy beverages.

Luckily, though unseasonably warm, it wasn’t unbearably so, which pleased us both. Tucson is pretty darn cool.

A quick zip from the McCoy was a pretty amazing walking path along the seasonal Santa Cruz river. We enjoyed these views on Juniper’s wiggle buster walks in the early morning. How unaccustomed we were to the wild beauty of the desert!

On our way home and back through Apache country. The landscape familiar once again.

La Ventana Natural Arch, Zuni territory, New Mexico.

It’s fried chicken!!

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Though I can be quite the advance planner, reserving spaces many months in advance, it can hardly be said that I think of everything. Take, for instance, the abundance of wildflowers. Had I any inclination they would be so plentiful, I would definitely have reserved these very dates. Sometimes luck is on my side!

As for the flowers, I do not know what the majority of them are, and am too lazy to do any research. Vacation mode lingers, I suppose. Anyway, happy browsing!

Like a bunch of bananas, right?

Wooly stars – flowers about half the length of my pinkie nail. Teeny!

These are even tinier than the wooly stars!!

Locoweed, methinks.

The tiniest lupine I’ve ever seen – total height 3 inches!

California poppy

Thank you, nature, for showing your pretty side…

Moo to you, dear reader. This is northern New Mexico, hours from our destination of Gila, off in the southwestern corner of the state. A place neither of us had ever visited, so, when pondering this year’s road trip, we easily settled on it.

Heat signatures and west we go towards Silver City.

The desert is far more pronounced than our region of the divide.

The landscape more jagged and toothsome.

On this trip, we learned all about the existence of sky islands, where desert ascends into pine forest. Oh, wondrous altitude! That glorious view from on high was wildly scented of resinous vanilla and parched earth. Good glory…

Here, and the photo above, we are gazing east from the Gila Wilderness, south of Truth or Consequences.

Tailings from the Chino Mine and most gigantic dump truck extraordinaire doing the work of organizing the landscape.

Our stay, four bumpy miles along a rugged road from Gila. We’ll spend three nights in this quiet paradise.

The Juper-dog…

…and what she saw. Bands of regal Gambel quail dashing purposefully toward an abundance of seed.

Up close and personal. So handsome!

Light form Swainson Hawk (yes?) silently diving and soaring, a daily gift from above.

Wisdom and peace come when you start living the life the creator intended for you.

Geronimo

We stayed in Apache Country, and this humble mesa was once the refuge of Geronimo. How about that?!

As we are often prone to do on remote journeys, we bought ample provisions at the nearest grocer (45 minutes away) and settled in. Cereal; ham, cucumber, and cream cheese for sandwiches; radish and lettuce for salad, and cold brew coffee on repeat.

Our phones stashed, a television we never turned on, we listened to nothing but the occasional wind and the chirrup of birds. We took many short walks and a few longer hikes, spying an incredible number of wildflowers in full bloom (their own post to come). We read and window gazed and napped and cuddled.

sycamore

Just across from this majestic tree lay a clutch of mesquite in flower, so very alive with bees. Riotous and whispering like a gaggle of gossips!

wet and dry and mossy

Our fantastic and generous hosts provided fresh, local eggs, a loaf of homemade bread, and a colorful bowl of fruit.

Come evening, we slipped into the hot tub, and when cloud-free, gazed upon a shooting star or two, countless satellites, and a million visible stellar neighbors. When it was windless, we failed to recall a more quiet place in all our travels.

Historic interlude: The book on the arm of the chair above was a collection of old and new photos of New Mexico, and this one in particular (from the late 1800s), is very meaningful to me. In this church, Santa Cruz de la Canada, in 1743, and well before the independence of these United States in which I live, my many times Great Grandparents, Olaya Xiron and Valentine de la Cerda (guess what day he was born?), were married. My heart…

The church, though altered, still stands, and I have visited it, but never been inside.

Such a wonderful assortment of birds: a myriad of hummers, hawks, crows, chickadees, sparrows, finches, cardinals, scrub jays, doves, orioles, the quails, and more I cannot recall.

It was perfect, and we could not have asked for more.

Next stop, Tucson!

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