Just

A good friend has been in town for a wedding and I got to spend some time with her. Stealing her away from her family gathering.

We were told not to actually touch the statue.

All the Orange trees are in bloom and their perfume (there is no other way to describe it) fills the whole valley.

We put the top down on Rachel's little two seater Miata, and took the Apache trail to Tortilla Flat. It's a winding Stagecoach trail to a flooded washed out road and the end of the blacktop. They are known there for no telephone service of any kind and a population of 6.





The place is covered with dollar bills and the stools are saddles. The museum holds only five people at a time because it is so small. There are only four buildings.

We had flapjacks, eggs over medium, bacon, toast and jam, hash browns, buttermilk biscuits...mmmm.

We drove carefully fast above Fish Creek along the trail/road.

We went in the early morning (my version).

It is good to be just a girlfriend once in a while.

Rachel Anderson

Ocotillo