Just outside Datil (say "dattle") is Datil Well BLM campground. It's a little gem, and I admired its sparkle for two days.
There are trails accessible from the campground, and if you're just there for day use there is no charge. We sleepers pay $5/night. I know you're thinking Five dollars?!? Must be nice to be a Rockefeller. Yeah. But, it was great - good water and even fast wifi.
|Spud at Datil Well campground|
|Where the wifi lives|
But, that's not the best part about Datil. Here's their library. I got to go inside; it's beautiful. You'll be amazed at the number of books they circulate.
But, that's not the best part about Datil. I drove into the Sawtooth Mountains.
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Kathy of Pie-O-Neer said she can, indeed, make a vegan pie with a little notice. You should know, though, that off-the-rack pie here is not even vegetarian.
The best part of Datil is not even the Crevice spiny lizard, although he's in the top 5.
The best part of Datil is Betty, shown here at Schaefer National Monument. She is so kind and wise, and I felt a real comfort in her company. Betty, if you're reading this (and I bet you are), hanging with you was very healing. When you told the French fry story, I didn't even recognize the sounds that came out of my face.
I hated to leave, but I was happy to see my buddy, Sue, who is continually good for a belly laugh and some good, sensible life insights. Even her latest art is hilarious.
I hope I'm not setting her up for performance anxiety.
I'm in Flagstaff now, with my cousins. Lori invited me to stay right after I knew I had to leave Tucson. In retrospect, one could say that I should have come here right away, but there are important things I wouldn't have learned if I had. One of the most important things is about you. If you think the kind or supportive thing you said was nothing, you couldn't be wronger.