WHITE MANS DIAMONDS, INDIAN'S DISPAIR.

The exercise room at the Tuscon RV Resort was a little on the strenuous side for us so we reeled-in the rigs life support, electrical umbilical cord, and headed west, again.

Jackie has developed an innate sense for sniffing out the best tortilla joints the southwest has to offer.  Before clearing completely out of Tucson, we HAD to return to yesterday's tortilla stop, "Tania's," for another taste.  Jackie admits, "I'm not the greatest map-reader that came down the pike but put the waft of a good tortilla in the air and I'll nose-out the route.

Not all is prosperous along the roads outside the cities and into the desert. 

Europeans are credited with introducing hard liquor to the Native Americans in the 18th century and the scourge continues to lay waste to a once proud people.

The highway across the mostly flat desert of the Tohono O’odham Indian Reservation, from Tucson to Ajo, AZ. is littered with millions of broken bottle shards. The fragments of false dreams bounce the sun, sparkle like diamonds but sadly only reflect the despair and lost lives of so many Indians.

Memorials to lost loved ones.  Crosses line the highway's shoulders like a 100 mile cemetery, giving a constant  reminder of a desert peoples drowned dreams.