Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Desert Moon

March 1, 2010 Monday Roadtrip USA
A swollen amber moon highlighted the splendor of the Organ Pipe Cactus Nat’l Park in the Sonoran desert last night.  


We left Tucson around 3p.m. after visiting a couple of galleries and artisan shops.  For the photographers out there, The Center for Creative Photography has a large collection of Ansel Adams work.  Fabulous! Also Weston and other of his contemporaries; it was a worthwhile stop. 



Hwy. 86 runs southwest out of Tucson and was gorgeous.  You’re not out of town 10 mins. before 20’ tall Saguaro cactus surround you.  Actually there are many different varieties of cacti in the desert here, the Saguaro are just the coolest.  Jen says they each should be named because they all have a distinct personalities.   We sped down the hwy trying to make the park (about 2 hours) before sundown.  


As we passed through the Tohono o’odham Nation horses grazed next to the hwy, one on the hwy.  We made the park as the sky began to warm.  A small snaking goat path of a road took us about four miles into the heart of the desert.  We continued to explore on foot, took pictures as the sun set behind the sharp hills.  A rim of light from the rising moon highlighted the clouds to the east as the shadows began to fall away.   The sky in the west simultaneously turned from light blue, purples, yellows, to dark blue ending in darkness.  


The stars became visible and the landscape transformed into a planet  much closer to outer space.  We sat there awhile enjoying the profound silence and beauty of it all.  
We carried on to Phoenix so we can get a few supplies offered only in a bigger center.  Also Jen is concerned that my hair is starting to look like my moms from the 60’s. Not trying to insult you mom its’ just that it’s not the 60”s and I’m a boy.  We intend to travel northwest from here as soon as we can.  Phoenix is a huge sprawling city that has a funny smell, actually many different unpleasant smells.  
We got out of town around noon, too late with travel time to enter the Mojave.  Mostly interstate travel though we traveled north on 95 along the Colorado River which was quite pretty.  We stopped in Lake Havasu City, home of the London Bridge, we didn’t stop to see it and the city has little to offer.  I did stop in at a gun shop.  USA  gun shops are scary windows into American culture.  Apparently they're running low on 9MM. ammo; Armageddon coming and all. 


We’re hold up in Needles California until tomorrow.  Hwy 66 runs through the heart of town; most of the old hotels and some of the stores still exist.  They’re run down; in fact the entire towns run down, but its still cool.  It’s as if time stopped here. Later     

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