Along Arizona Route 9

November 20, 2006

It was almost noon we departed our parking spot along AZ9. Border patrol past us not giving a look, big rigs past us carrying large new machinery. We sat waiting for the sun to warm the air all around us. It did. Kathy picked a few wildflower, yellow daisy like desert flowers. AZ9 is a small two-lane road that borders Mexico. Grassland with creosote and yucca covers the scene in both direction and we headed toward mountains. A few small towns, a few ranches, a few nests of scatter homes and few side roads of dirt are along the way. Near Hermanas, a town without business or streets, we saw fields of cotton, fields of red chili peppers. The roadside was spotted white with cotton and an occasional pepper. Will caught something, maybe tarantula, crossing the street. We turned around. It was something. It was a grasshopper, really two, one was riding piggyback. They were big!

Columbus is a border town that use to be on the southwestern Rail line that is not more. The depot is now a museum. We got a wfi hit at the library. We headed north on AZ11. On the way out of town we came across a fly-in village. Pat and Barb, you guys would love it. People have their planes in their garages along with their motorcycles and cars.

Karen called; they are in Deming! We pulled into Deming, NM about twenty minutes later and went straight for the grease hamburger with fries. Then we pulled into Walmart and did some shopping. It was later in the afternoon when we pulled into Little Vineyard RV and met up with Karen and Herb. It was a great visit spending time with friends. We chatted away until after dark sharing travel adventures, stories, and ideas. Karen showed us pictures they took at the Crane Festival in Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge. Karen, that one of the birds flying would make a great screen saver.

Back at the Walmart we watched Jurassic Park I.

Comments

Jennifer said…
i don't think that was piggy backing...

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