No really, I can see Mexico from my campsite. We’re at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument which shares a 50km stretch of border with Mexico. The campground in which we spent our first night was a mere 6.5km from the town of Sonoyta.
It’s beautiful here – spectacular morning and evening light and enough sunshine during the day to worry about getting a sunburn. It’s isolated, too, which surprises me given that Tucson is only 200km away and Phoenix about the same distance. I’ve borrowed a friend’s camera and Ben seems to be committed to taking photos of me taking photos. Le sigh.
Last night I was woken up by what I can only assume was the hoot-hooting of a great horned owl. After all the warnings by park staff and our guidebook I half expected to be woken up by a thirsty Mexican migrant crossing through the park. But no, it was just a bird.
The area south of Interstate 10 in Arizona is an odd place. The border patrol drives up and down the highway and we drove through checkstops where I was asked for my passport. Add to this the aid stations scattered through the desert and I felt like I was in another country. Not the USA, not Canada, somewhere…. else. That said, it is beautiful and I’m looking forward to more camping among the cactus. But first – a few days up north with friends in Prescott.