I’m writing this post on memory of the trip in Ajo, and with my aged brain that is a bit of a challenge. However, it feels unfair to skip Ajo – like overlooking a step child. Not sure what that really means, but I’ll go with the analogy.
Ajo, Arizona – a surprise in the desert. We camped just outside on BLM land next to quite a few dirt trails. The landscape is what you would expect in southern Arizona, lots of cactus, lots of dirt (everywhere), sand devils when the wind picks up, and no water to found. Dirt, dirt everywhere and no water to be found. It’s a stark landscape, but at the right time, it blooms.
And, while I would like to write a lot more… pictures do more justice. If you happen to stumble along the route and end up here, please visit the town and tour on foot. Galleries, interesting lunch spots, art murals, and a farmer’s market will make the foot excursion worth it.
