I often think I’m a day late and a dollar short when I travel. For instance, I went to Washington DC to see the giant pandas to find they had died years earlier. My parents lived in New Hampshire for 20 years you’d think that I would have seen the man on the mountain before his face fell off or the time I wanted to drive thru the redwood tree that you see in the old post cards to find out that tree died decades ago. Today, I hit it just right! Many people think that a desert is a wasteland of just sand and little else. Here at the Saguaro (pronounced Sworow) National Park in Tuscan AZ, I was lucky enough to be there at just the right time, when the desert comes alive. The biodiversity in this area is incredible. It takes 50 years for an arm to grow on a Saguaro cactus and this is the only place they grow. Please enjoy the pictures of the Saguaro and wildflowers that were in bloom.
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What happens when an upbeat, sociable, single, empty nester in midlife, outdoor enthusiast, critter gal, science geek, history buff, treasure hunter with an addiction to brown signs and the wanderlust, embarks on a 4 month road trip in her Chevy pickup truck, loaded with a tent, kayak, bicycle, 5 changes of clothes, her laptop, and cell phone, by herself, that essentially turned into a fulltime lifestyle?