Adventure 566: Cave Creek Regional Park/Post A

Our spot for the next ten days

With flowing tears, a few soulful wails, and the ever so clutching hugs, the Kral's sent us on our way this morning. After four delightful nights at the Kral's, we pointed Fric and Frac northwest to Cave Creek Regional Park, which is nestled in the prettiest part of the Sonoran desert twenty minutes north of Scottsdale, Arizona. The first part of our trip sent us on the old Route 80 (Now 79), which was pleasant and lasted until we reached Apache Junction, a sprawling mass of cramped single wides, flat spaces, and plastic bags gathered by sticker plants along the highway. It was there the freeway started, and just like that our gentle ride turned into a steady six lane flow through Mesa, then up Loop 101 through Scottsdale, and eventually to the base of the mountains outside Cave Creek. Our site is pleasant. The park promises some excellent desert hiking, and my favorites, the Saguaros are prolific. We're safely ensconced, listening to Nora Jones, sipping some fine bourbon, and we just finished two full minutes of wintling just to catch up for the last few days. And as soon as I finish this blog post, I'm going to put a whipping on the Wiley Cager. Even the cribbage gods deny me that pleasure, I'll still think that life is good, especially today.

 Sad good byes from the Kral's

 This place opened in 1992. It seems well maintained.

 My Bunny checking out our first hike.

 Saguaro of the day. No Falcon sighting today, so far.

 Selfie of the day.

Last night in the Kral Cul De Sac: Venus above a crescent moon. Hard to get better.