The Apache Trail
This was rather cool. It is a long drive through canyonesque desert, mountain switchbacks with gorgeous but tiny overlooks, twenty-two miles of washboard dirt road that you would wish on your mother-in-law following the Salt River and lakes, a spectacular bridge, a return ride through a ghost town (or close to it), and finally a gradual descent with a beautiful view of the mountains and Phoenix to the west.
I need to catch up quickly – we’re moving up the California coast in April – so just brief commentary. Too much information in the last one anyway. The censors weren’t pleased.
You start out northeast on AZ 88 and within 5 miles the road turns to dirt hell but the scenery is more on the heavenly side:
(I plead the first)
Then you’re finally back to a paved highway toward the bustling metropolis (not!) of Globe.
And lastly, a few days later in November, the annual Leonids meteor shower was a dud. However, I started playing around with various settings on my phone’s camera and caught the Big Dipper rising over that RV in the middle. It’s balancing on its handle. Ah, The Balance, and all is right with the world.
Good night, Vienna.