March 1997 Suddenly it is March. And off I went. Down through Arizona and into Mexico. I ended up at Puerto Penasco, a sleepy little fishing village about 4 hours from Tuscon. Nice little town, not too touristy, lots of cervesa and fresh fish.
Life is good.
Goofy looking birds when they are sitting on the rocks, but so graceful when they they take flight. In the picture at the right, you can see a few of the buildings in the old-town area, several fishing boats in the harbor and the peaks of Rocky Point in the background. The desert of Sonora Mexico is different from the desert in most of Arizona. The Sonoran desert has cacti that are similar to, but different from those in Arizona. The organ-pipe cactus is sort like a whole group of skinny Saguaros all huddled together.