Six of us bundled against the icy drizzle for an interpretive hike on Saturday. For ninety minutes we examined the rows of rocks outlining several clusters of rooms that would have been a city for hundreds of Salado Indians. Although the ranger gave a nice talk and passed out some illustrations, there was little to see.
But we got a visual treat anyway. There is battalion of saguaros spaced over the whole area. Some are four stories tall and flex a dozen or more arms. I remember visiting Saguro National Park some years ago and the ranger there told us of a 47-arm giant.
But Saturday I got to stand before a real granddaddy. I didn’t even try to count them–I took the ranger’s word that she’d counted over 50. I have posted several views here in case you want to try.
Plus, I got to see a rare dead saguaro that was still standing. Stripped of its spines and green skin, its tubular skeleton stood as an eternal sentinel at its guard post.