Alamo Campground, Organ Pipe Cactus National Park (Feb 23 2014)

DSC02630.JPGThe sunsets are so gorgeous here I make the effort to catch the sunrise. It is lovely with purples and pinks and blues, softly fading into morning light.

We are not ready to move out yet but do want to try a different campground. So after the Victoria Mine Trail, a two-hour hike through the desert to an abandoned mine, we move to the Alamo Campground.

It’s one of the primitive campsites here and requires a permit as there are only 4 sites. Lucky for us, we get the last one at the Visitor’s Center.

DSC02636.JPGThere is only a pit toilet. No water, no nothing, but it is incredibly quiet and very different from the main campground.

Some women who were plopped at our picnic table, waiting for their friends or husbands to come back from the hike tell us that the Loop Drive is closed today because of an accident yesterday. Apparently someone fell from the cliff at Arch Canyon. Oh no! Hopefully not one of the Biology Ladies!

Alamo Canyon has a short trail leading to the remains of a ranch house and corral. There are also big rocks with smooth, deep depressions where natives ground their grain. What prompts anyone to try to survive out here?

DSC02644.JPGOn the way, we meet a youngish man bicycling through the area. He wants to find wilderness with water access. There was a scummy pool of water and he’s talking about filtering it but having to fight with animals for the water. Big Dog thinks these bike guys are nuts. I suspect the hardcore ones probably are.

Somehow, though, it seems very natural that this area would attract a different type of camper. It IS, after all, the place where Earth First! came to be during a beer-soaked trip.

DSC02645.JPGThe afternoon sun is reflected in the cliffs rising a short distance away. Even the sunsets are a different kind of sunset…

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Author: ontheroadwithsprockets

I've been traveling since I was born -- the first big trip was before I was two, across the Pacific, from my native Japan to Los Angeles on a cargo ship. There have been many journeys since then, through many continents and cultures.

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