Their home is next to a preserve, and protective zoning has changed, so they will remain the only home at the top. There were javelina and deer tracks among the cacti, so I hoped for visitors.
This is the sunrise the next morning. Do Arizona skies behave like this often?
The Schmidt's home is steel frame with hay bale insulation--brilliant considering the climate... with no heating or air conditioning required. The side of the home facing Tucson has a glass-walled family room with a grand piano and large, peaceful spaces that invite meditation. The "official" family portrait is shown below...a fascinating holographic image. It's the actual family that anyone would find ultimately fascinating...and gracious. Tucson is so fortunate to have them!
Justin and Li told us the story of how they met in China and eventually married (in Tucson). It was clear they should write a book. We were so spellbound we missed church!
Can you tell we love Li and Justin? We could stay forever, but on Monday we had an appointment with Martie and the park maintenance manager to figure out just what our duties would be. This pic of the host site can be enlarged to see the nature of the road. This is the only good section. We learned in our meeting there were 3 maintenance people, but no work had been done. The person who was to bring a grader in was "busy" and he'd need Martie to buy him a new blade, anyway ??? Why would you have to buy a blade before renting equipment??
We had to wait some more, so I decided to unwrap this great gift of nature. The canyon we were parked in led up to a wild campground called La Selvilla. The road to it had been washed out, but instead of fixing it, they had posted signs directing you to drive up the dry river bed. I picked up trash as I walked and threw bigger rocks out of the "road" just to feel useful. I discovered the Arizona Trail crossing the campground and followed it for a while, delighting in the rock formations and plants it led me to.
The next day we found La Posta Quemade Ranch, which is run separately, but Martie gets a percentage. We saw two full wagons departing the ranch in the rain with the happiest passengers you'd could imagine. They were all older, but as giddy as little kids getting a pony for a birthday.
I think I'm giddy, too, having always been horse crazy. Living in a park with a real, working ranch was going to be great! But what about getting busy with camp hosting? There's signs posted (BIG ones) saying you can only camp one night. Martie was not aware of that. The bathrooms needed cleaning, but one of the maintenance people, Skip, said the boss told him there wasn't any money for cleaner. ??
What me worry? No, we just went on a tour of this dry maze cave they call Colossal. I had already read so much about the cave that I'm sure I could have given the tour myself. In fact I was so enamored by the Indian and robber history of the area as well as the flora and fauna that I was consuming information wholesale.
Meanwhile...no likelihood of the roads being fixed...and Bill, an arachnid researcher working in the cave, informed us of many things that were less than satisfactory in the operation of the cave...including a maintenance team "that did nothing". I said I'd start working on the road if I could get a shovel and a wheel barrow, as I'd found a pile of road base...but that just brought chuckles. We may be dry camping for quite a while, just dreaming of FHUs on those cold Arizona desert nights.
P.S. Dr. Bill Savary is not only the wild cave tour guide, but a good friend of Justin Schmidt (Bob's friend). As a herpetologist, he has been allowed to go into the park's pristine caves and has discovered new species of critters. These caves are so delicate they are even closed to researchers now. You may contact Bill through tucsonherpsociety.org or if you'd like to know more about reptiles, email him at: bsavary@mindspring.com
