New Mexico was a blast but like all good things, the New Mexico portion of our trip had to come to an end. As we bid adieu to New Mexico we said hello to Arizona. Our first stop was the small town of Willcox, a sleepy cowtown, bordering on

After four nights of being disconnected from hookups, we were in need of a good battery charge, water fill-up, showers, and dumping services. We decided to stay at the

Our first day in Willcox was spent taking care of chores. The boys and I dropped Jackie off at the Laundromat and we continued on to the local park. They expelled some of the energy they accumulated on the long drive from Deming to Willcox. Burning off excess energy has become a major issue in our lives lately. Living with young boys in a small RV is akin to trying to live with two Cattle Dogs in a studio apartment. Bouncing off the walls takes on new meaning when the bodies actually start bouncing, and no amount of yelling, haranguing, threatening, or bribing can make it stop. Everyone gets so uptight when they hear news stories of parents keeping their kids in dog kennels. Hey, I’m not saying I condone it, but I’m starting to understand the rationale. Parks and other energy outlets have become necessary for everyone’s sanity.

Luckily, the next day we headed for Chiricahua National Monument for some exploring and hiking, the ultimate outlet for “high energy” kids. Chiricahua is a hidden gem in the southern Arizona desert. I’d never heard of it until my former neighbor suggested it would be a good place to visit while we traveled through southern Arizona. It did not disappoint.

Dubbed “the wonderland of rocks”, Chiricahua features hundreds of rock pinnacles composed of Rhyolite, a volcanic rock that has been worn down in a unique way to form the organ pipe looking formations. The first white settlers found the area populated with Chiricahua Apaches thus the name. Chiricahua was an easy hour drive from Willcox through sparsely traveled roads. On arrival, we found a nice visitors center where we stamped our National Parks passports, filled our water bottles and browsed exhibits. One of the exhibits mentioned some of the unique wildlife we might find, including Coatamundis (or Coatis). I very much wanted to see one but alas, it was not meant to be.

In the morning we hiked the Massai Point nature trail which offered a panoramic view of the monument and its spectacular spires. After lunch, we hiked the Echo Canyon Grottoes trail that got us much closer to the rock action, winding between the weathered Rhyolite chimneys. Each trail was only about one mile total, but there was plenty to be seen on each and with two little kids it was more than enough. The boys found pleasure in hiking around all the huge rocks, but as predicted Chiricahua couldn’t live up to White Sands. John was overheard saying “white sands are better” in reference to the current day’s activities. At least his jacket pockets were still full of that magical white sand so he could reminisce on better times.

On our way back to town we saw a dust storm in the distance and wondered if we were headed in that direction. Indeed, it seemed Willcox was the epicenter and we would endure our second dust storm in three days. We hunkered down for the rest of the afternoon and watched movies since we had the luxury of full hookup electricity.
The next morning we dumped our black and grey tanks, filled up our fresh water tank and hit the road for our next destination: beautiful and historic Tucson Arizona,
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