We drove past Tucson proper and SW into the desert along the Aho Road looking at properties once valued in the $100 thousand range, now slashed 80%. Land that was surveyed and developed for gated communities now sits perpetually in siesta (except for electric poles) like it did a thousand years ago, baking in the afternoon sun.
After turning off the highway and crawling up a road 6 miles, and then another right along a gravel road into absolute fly-buzzing quiet, we park and call the realtor of one such dismissed, dusty slice of desert. Nice spot, who cares it's in a flood plain, the only neighbors would be coyotes and rabbits.
Leaving, Jackie says, "Turn right, let's go look at the tiny green spot here on the map." Lost adventurists, we strike out, make several turns, wind around a mountain road where hills are studded with millions of Saguaro Cactus, looking much like green sentries guarding their rock fort. We end up surprised and relieved when we bump into a gem of a park, Gilbert Ray Campground, maintained by the Pima County Natural Resources Parks and Recreation. We drop anchor for the evening.
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