One nice thing about the roads in the scenic area west of Tucson is they have pullouts every 1/4 mile or so where you can pull off the road to take pictures.
We took Susan's advice and visited the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum on Sunday afternoon. It was well worth the effort and long drive home into the wee hours of the morning. As I drove up West Gates Pass Road on the way to the museum, I kept feeling like I was having "déjà vu all over again", but I couldn't conjure up a memory. On our way back over the pass, I finally remembered. I rode a bicycle race that went over West Gate Pass back in 1994.
I was racing with Kent and Carol Ann Bostick in those days, and we got to Tucson in the late afternoon on a Saturday, and the first event was an evening time trial up West Gates Pass Road up to the top of the pass, where the turnaround was, and then we sped back down the hill to the finish. I put a 56 tooth chainring on my bike, so after the turnaround, riding back down the downhill, that 56 tooth chainring on my bike (normally I used a 53 tooth chainring) increased my feet per crank revolution in top gear (56x12) to 123 feet per revolution from 116 feet per revolution with my normal 53x12 top gear, so I was able to fly down the hill. Needless to say I won the time trial for my category, and got a prize of $30 for my efforts.
The road race on Sunday was 80 miles around the mountain. The race started and ended at the bottom of West Gates Pass Road and made a big loop around the mountain. I finished second by the width of a tire in that race, and won an ugly Cow Jersey for my efforts. I asked the race director where the cash prizes were. He said the Jersey was worth $75. I told him "fine, here's the jersey give me $75!" In the end I took that stupid jersey home with me, but I was so disgusted after working so hard to get a second place by such a slim margin for a stupid cow jersey, that I gave up racing after that. So the "déjà vu all over again" was of my last big road race.
The first sign we saw in the museum parking lot.
One cool cat
One cool coyote
Another really fat coyote showing off, kicking up dust. Obviously the museum staff feeds the coyotes.
The temperature was 95º F. This javelina (wild boar) was lying, mostly hidden, in the shade of a rock overhang.
Another javelina was basking in the shade of creosote bushes and a saguaro cactus.
Saguaro, prickly pear cactus, and landscape along the Bear Canyon Trail, Tucson, AZ
The destination in the distance
Pools of water at Seven Falls
A crow flying in Bear Canyon northeast of Tucson, AZ.
Plaque near the giant hobo knapsack sculpture.
There is an interesting sculpture of a giant knapsack on a stick, stereotypical of hobos' knapsacks, lying on the ground abandoned off to one side of the Science building. It does seem to make a point about "abandoning that which once defined".
"Abandoning That Which Once Defined" — Austin Martin 2011
A very nicely done memorial to the University of Arizona Alumni who were killed in World Wars I and II, Korea and Vietnam is in a rotunda on the bottom floor of the Student Union Building.
Memorial of Alumni lost in World War I and World War II.
A fountain that is part of the war memorial in the Student Union Building, University of Arizona, Tucson.
Memorial of Alumni lost in Korea and Vietnam.
We drove to Tucson today. These are a few photos along the way.
Whooping it up at a birthday party.
Lola in her "Catzilla" persona bristling at Spunk while giving him mad dogs and the stink eye.
Spunk: "Cut it out Lola! You're making the place smell like stinking mad dogs!"
The cats finally killed off the old, decrepit, hardly working pink mini blinds we had over the windows in the bedroom for the past 27 years. They had been attempting to missile attack birds, mice, squirrels, ghosts, whatever that has started hanging out in the foliage on the outside of the window at night. Loki and Sasha would take turns making flying leaps through the mini blinds, whomping against the glass, and then trampling all over us on the rebound. Instead of replacing the blinds, I installed translucent plastic over most of each window, and reinstalled the window sills at an angle so the cats can no longer sit or walk on them. So far the flying missile attacks have been effectively cut off, and they have only made a few attempts to jump up and look over the translucent plastic while we've been in bed.
Loki hammocked while I worked on the windows.
Once it danced and floated free
Tumbling on the wind
Grabbed by wire twisted links
Loosely bound iron grip
Held fast against the winds of change
Bent bonds hold fast
Spunk grooming in the morning sunshine.
All clean and beautiful
A macro of fudge frosting on Friday the 13th.
An aerial view.
Glowdeo as seen from the escarpment on the borderline of Corrales and Rio Rancho.
You can see an automated gif of the fireworks at https://photoofthedayetc.wordpress.com/2017/10/12/let-em-glow/
AfterGlow fireworks show.
Prints from me and pterodactyls walking around in the mud on the sandbar in the middle of the Rio Grande.
Balloons, mudflats and foliage
My muddy boots with clean toes. Spunk was really excited when he saw how muddy I was, so he rubbed all over my boots cleaning the mud off the toes.
Interesting that the mud did not stick to Spunk. He's like a teflon kitty.
Rosencrantz sharpening his claws in celebration of muddiness.