Monday, February 17, 2014

Tucson Saguaros

Tucson was our next destination.

I had yet to see any real cacti.  You know the kind.  The ones with the big arms that are always in silhouette against a pink and purple Arizona sunset.  They'd been all over billboards since Texas.  But Texas doesn't have any.

Neither does New Mexico.

I saw my first one along the road and literally jumped out of my seat as the bus bumbled down the road.

"Saguaro!!!  I see one!  There it is!!!"

Jonah ran to the front of the bus to peer through my window.

"I see it, Mom!  I see one too!"

Michael chuckled to himself.  We were in some of his childhood stomping grounds and this was nothing new to him.

Ten minutes later I was looking out on a forest of Saguaros.  Thousands of them all up and down the roadside and all up and down the mountains - like trees without leaves - arms and legs stretching skyward.  Dancers frozen in time.  I squealed with delight.  Yes... me.  I squealed.

Tonight we would sleep in Saguaro National Park.

I insisted we park the bus next to one.

And we did.

And it was good.

1 comment:

TCallihan said...

50 years to grow an arm! They are magnificent. There is a great book called Cactus Hotel about them.

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