We left Deming, bound for Tucson. What a beautiful drive. There was one mountain range after another, each different and unique. The heat continued to build as we approached Tucson and topped out at 102 degrees. Don’t let anyone ever fool you into believing that, “It’s a dry heat,” makes any difference whatsoever. It was HOT. Not just hot, but fry-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk-boil-your-brain-inside-your-skull hot. My feet burned walking on the blacktop in flip flops. The dogs quickly hopped from shady spot to rock to anything-but-blacktop spot. I do not and probably never will understand why so many people live in this place. There are no trees of any consequence, no grass, and no relief from the heat. Even at night and in the early morning, the thermometer still registered 95 degrees.
The Saguaro National Forest was very nearby and was our reason for stopping in Tucson. And it was worth it. The mountain drive was gorgeous with large red rock mountains and huge saguaro cacti with arms large and strong. Birds nest in the tops and in holes pecked out of the cactus. It was such a different thing to see. The mountains were high, but covered in tall thin green poles instead of full green trees. It looked as if someone had flown overhead and dropped green sticks that just stuck vertically covering the sides of the mountains. I had never seen a saguaro up close, but enjoyed capturing their image with the contrast of the red rocks, white clouds, and blue sky. This was another unknown treasure we all enjoyed immensely.
We had dinner in a small Mexican restaurant called Little Mexico. The food was great. The atmosphere was even better. It was authentic down to the owner dressed in a vest, jeans, and a Mexican cowboy hat. Thanks to the front desk lady, Sue, at Beaudry RV Resort in Tucson for the suggestion!
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