This weekend Keem and I went to Chiricahua National Park to visit my brother, who has been working there for the past three months. I was a bit hesitant to leave our little bubble in Mesa, but I did for the sake of my brother. He has no telephone, TV, roommates, or (GASP!) internet!!
The four hour drive down wasn't too bad, I usually read to Keem, but this time we listened to Howard Stern most of the trip and laughed hysterically at Daniel Carver's rants. When we got to the park it was sprinkling. In the morning we went on a small hike to the creek and then on to the Peach Festival in Willcox, Az. Nothing worth noting, but it was fun picking peaches and making cobbler.
We had dinner with my brother's neighbors, who are very witty and gave us some great laughs all evening. I made mutton stew, cornbread, and potato salad with two cobblers. (Comfort food for Jay mainly)
In the morning I was ditched by both of them. I woke to find myself alone. I assumed they went for a hike and left me because I complained the entire hike the day before. (Hey most people would to if they were bitten on every limb and stung on the inner thigh-bastard bugs!) I have a theory that mosquitoes love Native American blood because Keem NEVER gets chomped, just me. Or maybe they like darker meat?
When they returned from their hike, 3 hours later, we all hiked to a small cave in the rain. It started to rain harder, so we drove to a look out on top of the mountain. Geniuses we are, we hike to the top using a metal handrail while thunder and lightening was all around us.
The scenery, especially the rocks, were so amazing with the clouds rolling by in grey mists. Volcanic erosion created the unique cylindrical rock formations; these formats are beautiful. The air was so clean and crisp. It was such a lovely experience. I highly recommend going to Chiricahua National Park at least once in your lifetime.
The four hour drive down wasn't too bad, I usually read to Keem, but this time we listened to Howard Stern most of the trip and laughed hysterically at Daniel Carver's rants. When we got to the park it was sprinkling. In the morning we went on a small hike to the creek and then on to the Peach Festival in Willcox, Az. Nothing worth noting, but it was fun picking peaches and making cobbler.
We had dinner with my brother's neighbors, who are very witty and gave us some great laughs all evening. I made mutton stew, cornbread, and potato salad with two cobblers. (Comfort food for Jay mainly)
In the morning I was ditched by both of them. I woke to find myself alone. I assumed they went for a hike and left me because I complained the entire hike the day before. (Hey most people would to if they were bitten on every limb and stung on the inner thigh-bastard bugs!) I have a theory that mosquitoes love Native American blood because Keem NEVER gets chomped, just me. Or maybe they like darker meat?
When they returned from their hike, 3 hours later, we all hiked to a small cave in the rain. It started to rain harder, so we drove to a look out on top of the mountain. Geniuses we are, we hike to the top using a metal handrail while thunder and lightening was all around us.
The scenery, especially the rocks, were so amazing with the clouds rolling by in grey mists. Volcanic erosion created the unique cylindrical rock formations; these formats are beautiful. The air was so clean and crisp. It was such a lovely experience. I highly recommend going to Chiricahua National Park at least once in your lifetime.
