Feb 22nd - Monday

President's Day - We turned off from Highway 85, south of Buckeye, AZ., onto a washboard rough gravel road to nowhere into the desert.   No one else is here but us in this cactus crowded, rock and mountain landscape.  It is so beautiful,  no words other than graveyard quiet and peaceful describe where this evening finds us.  It feels like a thousand miles into solitude, but by the crow, the crowded metropolis of Phoenix  is a mere 50 miles to the north west.

  This evening's front yard -