I would not normally post photographs, but having such a lovely day yesterday I felt compelled to share. The temperatures finally descended into the seventies after a front brought rain and inspiration to once again venture out into the beautiful Sonoran Desert.
The crossing of Queen Creek was uncertain as it is hard to judge the depth of the muddy water, but I survived, and in truth, it was a delight to see the long dry wash once again flowing with life giving water.
The trail would eventually take me to one of my favorite spots where I could sit in the silence of the Sonoran Desert. It brings me peace to sit in the solitude of the wilderness. There is no distraction other than the welcome songs of the occasional passing bird announcing his presence, or the rustling of the cottonwood leaves dancing in the afternoon breeze.
A more perfect place I cannot imagine. The primeval beauty of this place cannot be sufficiently described by the mere placing of ink to paper, but rather it must be seen, and more importantly…felt.
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