I really like this place. I liked it the first time I visited, and I keep on liking it. I may just like it some more later.
I'm visiting Sue Soaring Sun right now. Soon she'll take a little vacation in the big city, and I'll stay here and visit Sonja. This park where Sue and Steve sometimes live feels very luxurious to me right now, and I'm soaking up the comfort and ease of it all, at $2.50/night extra-guest fee.
Sue's art makes me really happy. Sometimes the happiness sounds like snorting, like I do when I see this:
Sue has a cute little Tracker, and she took me out 4-wheelin'! Wheee! She knows how to tear up the roads!
|"Oh Pronghorn! Your wool is so soft! Your lambs are so cute! What a good job you're doing at being a sheep!"|
You boondockers know the roads around Darby Well. I had always been intimidated by the sign that told me it was Pronghorn Time, and that I wasn't allowed in. Luckily it isn't that time yet, and so in we were.
Look what we found! It's the back door to Organ Pipe National Monument!
A little past the part where the Border Patrol hangs out, the road gets rocky and rough, even for a hardy little 4X4. If you want to see the monument in full, I guess I'll have to suggest you go the regular-people way. We would have turned around right here, but what good's an Interagency Pass if you don't use it?