Like their feathered rivals, the snowbirds migrate. They slowly moved to the desert. Their exercise must be slower. One aspect of this biophysiology is arthritis. But every winter, the Godless birds surge into the desert. Note that not only any desert, but also the Arizona Hard Party between Phoenix and California border.
It is called quartzite. The title is a clue as to why some elderly people head to the “Wilderness”. However, the main factor they are looking for. Minerals and gold are the older people who flock to the region.
Other creatures
There are other migratory creatures heading to this beautiful wasteland. California license plates adorn roads and countryside. These West Coast travelers are temporary nomad residents, who are two weeks or less. They are not staying in any actual time and are therefore the title of traveler. There are fewer permanent attractions on the desert ground, and its occupants set precise time limits. 14 days, also known as two weeks or 10 days, depending on the location or the person who is listening to it.
Other tourists from this warm area of the world come from afar. The back and front of various vehicles suggest as fascinating as it is in Alaska and across Canada. These “foreign” transport vehicles are scattered throughout the town of quartz.
“Season” is obviously a short three-month period, starting in mid-January and ending around April 1. Although the region has been visiting steady since October, the real thrust of migrating sheep cannot be reached until mid-first month of the new year. After this happens, the former desert space will be occupied by various very temporary recreational vehicles. The crew of these “drought camps” were there for a short time.
Year-round residents
Quartzite itself does have “year-round” residents. The permanent residents of the desert ranged from local business owners to modern times and responded well to lack of humidity. Arthritis, rheumatism and other diseases that are common in retirees are no longer painful in this dry atmosphere.
The small town that emerged around Tyson Wells surrounded the short pot deserts and mountains. The original purpose of the outpost was Stagecoach Stop. Here the coach will stop to exchange horses, rest from the hard journey and pick up any mail.
Many stage stations like Wells also provide fresh mounts for the short mail service of Pony Express. This is a fast mail delivery from the old version of the West. The ads at the time required young, bright, and men (preferably) without “relatives.” The riders had to fight against the elements, hostile Native Americans (known as the Indians that day), who wanted to steal the horse and kill the riders. Other unfriendly obstacles include bad guys who want to steal emails themselves and animals, insects and snakes, which attack a stranger who stumbles on himself.
season
Before “season”, it’s easy to forget that this desert is set in a modern setting. Especially when walking after the darkness, this feeling is one of the times when Apaches raids or the idea that the U.S. Army is trying to use camels in the western desert.
Follow Cholla Road out of the mountains and the Pipeline Road. If a person leaves the roadside and crosses the desert floor, there are signs of wildlife everywhere. Huge rabbit poop proves that Jack rabbits are still in the area. Before the snowbirds descend, the winter begins these giant creatures that can be defined in the distance.
Wildlife
Until recently, the Coyotes’ bands have been running through the area. Recently, a neighbor from a Little Snowbird community walked into their front garden. Once they left their home’s safety, they found themselves looking at the fierce eyes of the mountain lion. Walking along the dusty terrain, you can see the track of a big cat. A particular hint of “tender feet” may be mistaken for the tracks of wild cats or mountain lions, and if they are side by side they may indeed belong to some large dogs. But if these prints are increasingly lined up like domestic cats, the tracks of these tracks are the more dangerous and bigger cousin of domestic cats.
Even if snowbirds in their crowds land in the town and its surroundings, walking in the desert in dusk or in the dark is a wonderful experience. However, this can be a bit painful. Even in today’s times, there is a moment of carelessness or (to be honest) not to observe where a person goes is almost fatal.
Less tracks
While returning from town, a trek of about 6 to 7 miles, I followed the track recommended by my neighbors, claiming it was a “straighter shot” rather than following the road. That’s, I used it a few times without any incidents.
One trip was dusk and the sun was setting quickly behind the mountain. The view is spectacular. Filtering light from the other side of those solid hills, a small amount of clouds spreading the faded sunlight. The effect is a red sunset, which makes me crave cameras outside of iPhone and the ability to use it correctly.
As I walked towards the rainbow acre, I turned my head toward the mountains, and the sunset murmured, “Even though the red sky, the joy of sailors.” Turning to the direction I walked, grabbing my right foot and holding it.
I walked straight over, like the birds used to decorate small restaurants, they seemed to drink water from the water’s eyes by leaning over or shaking into glasses. I “faced” it is in the dusty gravel. My left che bone is hard to hit the ground. It felt like my entire skull was moving in the opposite direction.
Fortunately, I fell on my face, so the MacBook Pro in my backpack was undamaged. My che bones, forehead, left hand and wrist can’t say the same thing. Before I cleaned up, the amount of blood bleeded from various wounds made me look like Freddy Krueger brushed me with a razor finger glove.
Walking in the desert
Thankfully, I walked in the desert, instead of following the road, and became dark in a minute. Raising one hand, I could feel my bleeding was very impressive. If I were found out, they would think a scratch from the roaming mountains occurred.
The next day, I spent a little time backing the journey. I have very unique footsteps on my shoes that make it easy for me to play with Frontiers and “stalk” myself. I discovered where autumn happened. My right foot partially drove out those old “Magic 8 Ball” half burnt stones.
*You know those, right? Ask the Black Ball a question, like: “Is Debbie like me?” and shake it and flip it. A strange weird mold with different messages on it will float to the small window. You can read Yes, No or other predictions. This childhood favorite is the funniest of the first Toy Story movie. Woody asked the Magic Ball if Andy would pick out his buzz. The ball’s answer was: “Don’t expect it.” Part of the prompt Woody. *
Chill eyes
4×4 or quadrilateral rides throughout the area. Surprisingly, no one destroyed these events in the dusty trails on the desert floor. It’s easy to see the relationship between my left hand and the earth. You can also see the branding of my face and left knee and my hat.
Somewhat shockingly, just where my che bones were pierced into the less soft ground, was a large stone with a jagged edge. Point. If my face touched this, I probably didn’t survive writing this experience. Prove that modern deserts are still deadly, even among the vast array of snowbirds and other nomadic creatures, it is obvious that the dangers in the area are already known.
Or, at least, have learned to observe where they are going…
I walked back recently and the moonless sky was filled with stars. They are so close that they feel like they can be touched with their outstretched fingertips. I learned a lesson and stopped and turned around. There is a group of five Chinese lanterns floating in the miniature constellations.
The pattern is very beautiful. In a brief moment, they look like small UFOs. This fantasy is destroyed once they observe their distance from the earth. Everyone grabbed the individual up and down airflow, and everyone would slowly fly out of shape.
January 18, 2015
Arizona Quartz Stone
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