A couple of days of unseasonably cool weather provided a great opportunity to take a short trip with the new rig to a place we'd originally planned to visit in March.
Several streams plunge from the lip of the Mogollon Rim to the floor of the desert — the Verde, East and West Clear Creek, Horton Creek, Fossil Creek — but Haigler Creek first wanders tantalizingly west through the Tonto National Forest before joining with Tonto Creek in the Hellsgate Wilderness. This is a lightly populated area with very limited access.
Triple-digit heat is upon us — all the way up to 106° F on Wedesday! With all the campgrounds on Mount Lemmon closed, how to cool off at high elevation without driving for hours?
A forecast of days of +100-degree temperatures sent us fleeing north to higher ground, using the camper to scout possible RV spots along the Mogollon Rim.
We're finding out that there are lots of ways to enjoy the outdoors and still keep plenty of space between us and the hoards of people flocking to popular hiking and camping areas during the nationwide quarantine.
We continue to discover the hidden wonders of Catalina State Park. The park is much larger than we realized, and with the help of a good digital mapping program, we have discovered that there are many many more trails besides the famous and hopelessly overpopulated route to Romero Pools.
While we were searching for a camping spot close to town for our first out-of-driveway with the new rig, and we learned that Colossal Cave Mountain Park has a couple of spots for RVs.
We've had wonderful winter rains this year! After a healthy storm on February 21-22, I was eager to see falling water.
We continue to discover sensory delights on little-known trails of Catalina State Park.
Settling the estate of an old friend who passed away has kept us very busy for the last two months, with little time for travel or our favorite outdoor activities. To the rescue came friends Peggy and Charlie, who proposed a one-night campout on public land not far from Tucson.
An exploratory trip along the southern fringes of Anza Borrego.
We usually flee into the hills for holidays, but this Christmas we had a chance to piggy-back on our chosen daughter's trip to Santa Monica and meet our first "granddaughter".