Growing up in Arizona, I have always taken the beauty of the desert for granted. So when I
was sent to Tucson for a week for work, I decided to spend an afternoon changing that mindset.
On my way there, my expectations were low.
But when I finally turned that last corner and drove into the park, I was overwhelmed
at how many saguaros could be hidden in one little corner of the desert.
Every shape. Every size. I spent three hours simply
admiring the diversity of each and every cactus.
And on the way back to the hotel,
I got lost.
But that’s a different story.
(For that story, see San Xavier Mission)