TV Costs What?

DirecTV

Don’t watch TV for over 30 years and then have your eye catch an ad you didn’t want to see, but there it was. DirecTV embedded itself in part of my scroll through Reddit this morning, and while I’ll move to block the advertiser after seeing an ad too many times or one that is garish, the DirecTV ad I had not seen much up to this point and it isn’t distracting due to grotesque aesthetic, yet. So I paused and looked at what they were trying to convey, which triggered a bit of shock.

The advert was luring me with a 2-year special price lock-in for only $64.99 monthly, plus some fine print. My calculating brain was aghast at what it figured out quickly, but I had to know more. I see that the price does not include taxes and fees. The receiver will cost an additional $15 a month, and tax will add at least $6.40 per month, bringing the monthly cost to only $86, but wait, there’s more. This turns out to be over $1000 a year, and I’m certain that this price doesn’t include ad blocking. Then there are pay-per-view movies, regional sports fees, and premium/foreign content channels if you happen to indulge in those. And then you have to figure in AppleTV, Hulu, or Netflix with their fees should the consumer be so inclined.

As I write this stuff, I start thinking that this is not the first time I’ve lamented the cost of entertainment in the home, but maybe the part that really grinds up against my sense of value is that even after paying these exorbitant costs of membership, the consumer is still burdened with having to watch countless insipid ads that I want to believe harms the mental health of viewers.

Throw in a TV or two over the course of 10 years, and this means that Americans are paying roughly $12,000 per decade to be bombarded with stupidity while they allow the entertainment industry to whittle away at their free time under the pretense of alleviating boredom and loneliness and all of a sudden this feels like an aggressive act of emotional/intellectual robbery against the vulnerable general public or maybe it’s something akin to connecting a toxic sewage pipe to their minds which robs these people of dreams and intelligence.

By the way, if I have written more or less the same thing or the theme is worn, just try to think of this post as a rerun.

Hedonism and Becoming

Sisyphus from Titian at The Prado, Madrid, Spain

At some point in a young adult’s life, motivation has to come from within, and a full break from parental authority has to be made. Those who cannot muster inner self-determination may turn to the military or look to college as the entity that will force them to do what they inherently know they need to do but for which they cannot seem to find the discipline. What they actually need is that parental voice that pushes them to follow a regimen. The problem is this young person is distracted by pleasure. Between gaming, vaping, social media, binge-watching series, sex, and hanging out, there is no reason to push one’s self away from self-indulgence. Pleasure is a powerful tool that often destroys a person’s will to move beyond 16 hours a day of self-destruction. This is hedonism, as defined by Merriam-Webster: the doctrine that pleasure or happiness is the sole or chief good in life.

How did we arrive at this malady called hedonism? We get there at a young age by growing up in a life made easy and struggle-free by parents who remove all obstacles and impediments. This leads to the conditioning at an early age that pleasure is easy to come by, which in turn gives rise to resentment when someone impinges on our sense of freedom as we mature, thus making it difficult to deal with anyone who places demands on us. In this situation, relationships work best when the other person understands they cannot negotiate or compromise with the hedonist, who is likely on their way to narcissism. The other way of arriving at hedonism is when our parents deny us everything, including love, which has us not only hating all forms of control but also ourselves and the outside world. In this case, we will have to work through the frustration, resentment, and anger at what we had to overcome to like ourselves. Sadly, without love, our path into hedonism is often paved with abuse, drugs, and alcohol because we feel entitled to experience pleasure after witnessing others seemingly basking in it so effortlessly. This situation often leads to prison, disfunction, military service, and personal isolation.

Ayn Rand wrote about hedonism: To take “whatever makes one happy” as a guide to action means: to be guided by nothing but one’s emotional whims. Emotions are not tools of cognition. This is the fallacy inherent in hedonism – in any variant of ethical hedonism, personal or social, individual or collective. “Happiness” can properly be the purpose of ethics, but not the standard. The task of ethics is to define man’s proper code of values and thus to give him the means of achieving happiness. To declare, as the ethical hedonists do, that “the proper value is whatever gives you pleasure” is to declare that “the proper value is whatever you happen to value” – which is an act of intellectual and philosophical abdication, an act which merely proclaims the futility of ethics and invites all men to play it deuces wild, meaning, anything goes.

What is cognition? From Wikipedia: The term cognition (Latin: cognoscere, “to know,” “to conceptualize,” or “to recognize”) refers to a faculty for the processing of information, applying knowledge, and changing preferences.

Motivation to broaden cognitive skills will come in fits and spurts as most humans have an innate desire to continue to learn, improve, explore, and generally better themselves. However, the desire for hedonism is easier satisfied with the convenience of mindless entertainment. No hard work, compromise, or sacrifice must be made for a minute of self-indulgence we can allow to stretch into hours. This is a great challenge for people in a society that has left them to fend for themselves without guidance. Worse, many people are taken advantage of by allusions to success to be found through giving of themselves to a system, be it the military or university. Both systems can be effective if the soldier or student can divorce themselves from their more primal desires and focus on what is trying to be accomplished. This doesn’t always work; look at military disciplinary actions, incarcerations, early exits, or college dropout rates.

Autodidact: a self-taught person. From Wikipedia: Self-teaching and self-directed learning are contemplative, absorptive processes. Some autodidacts spend a great deal of time in libraries or on educational websites. A person may become an autodidact at nearly any point in his or her life. While some may have been educated in a conventional manner in a particular field, they may choose to educate themselves in other, often unrelated areas. Autodidactism is only one facet of learning and is usually complemented by learning in formal and informal settings: classrooms, friends, family, and social settings. Many autodidacts, according to their plan for learning, seek instruction and guidance from experts, friends, teachers, parents, siblings, and the community. (Think Good Will Hunting)

Famous autodidacts: Leonardo da Vinci, John Stuart Mill, William Blake, HP Lovecraft, Herman Melville, George Bernard Shaw, Ernest Hemingway, Frank Zappa, Danny Elfman, Arnold Schoenberg, James Cameraon, Steven Spielberg, Quentin Tarantino, Stanley Kubrick, Woody Allen, Orson Welles, Dario Argento, Penn Jillette, David Bowie, Noel Gallagher, Frank Lloyd Wright, Gustave Eiffel, Le Corbusier, Michael Faraday, Karl Marx, Leibniz, Joseph Campbell, Buckminster Fuller, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Edison, Malcolm X, Abraham Lincoln, the Wright Brothers.

How does one go about the process of becoming learned? Either through the structure of the university or by recognizing and then acting in a concise and disciplined manner to organize a regimen of education that will deliver the results they are seeking. But there’s a conundrum here when the pull of intellectual laziness fuels drags the hedonist back to the realization that entertainment at all costs is delivering the greater payout by instant gratification. By neglecting discipline, we become our own worst enemy and it is this trait of discipline that the university or the military is trying to instill in the floundering person.

This should then have one ask, “What is it that I am seeking?” Does one want money, stability, or the further development of a skill set for a type of endeavor that satisfies something deeper? All three are tied inextricably to one another. If the answer to the question is amorphous, “I want to do something cool,” then the person probably doesn’t yet have any idea of what they actually want. This is common with people who want to extend an element out of their hedonistic behaviors, figuring that if they like to watch anime, they should enjoy creating animation, game players can make the assumption they would make great game developers, and people who like music might want to be a musician. The problem with all of these choices is that the person likely has no idea, during their young age, of what is involved with pursuing and then being successful in this idealized career, which requires a great amount of creativity and/or math and analytical skills. They fail to see the work involved with something they perceive to be an extension of play, and play rewards their sense of hedonism.

High school has not prepared the mind of the young adult to understand sacrifice and intellectual process. Formal early education has conditioned the young person to respond to a reward-based system where even a minor effort evokes praise and a payoff. A large part of that reward is to be able to explore hedonism (gaming, television, drinking, smoking, drugs, and sex) unsupervised. At this point, the still-developing mind begins to form the equation that a little bit of money and being left to one’s own choices allows prolonged hedonistic satisfaction with little effort made on the part of the individual – after all, isn’t this what the first 18 years just made this person an expert in?

Breaking out of this routine by oneself is difficult and rare, at best, impossible for many. The ability of the human mind to justify its poisons is now better trained than its ability to explain the differences between granular and sinusoidal harmonics, and yet it is typical that the young mind sees itself at the top of its game and in control of its destiny – those who do not comprehend these young adults’ inherent sophistication and super-enlightened view of the world, simply do not understand the current generation. This is an age-old phenomenon that has never held true. We are stupid about most things for the majority of our lives, though young adults don’t yet comprehend this fact.

Back to how one becomes learned. In the military, the first step is to limit the young person’s vices. Games, drugs, sex, and alcohol are immediately halted. All consumption is controlled. This allows the young person a break from the familiar routine where bad habits may be standing in the way of progress. Now, there is the opportunity to make room for new methods of behavior. Gradually, some of these things will be allowed to come back into a person’s life. Through now-understood commitments, the person must compartmentalize the windows of opportunity where these activities can take place. Likewise, in college, the competitive spirit of achievement is supposed to drive the young person to focus on competition and hopefully recognize that a drunk or stoned mind does not fully comprehend complexity; worse, they cannot intelligently compose an exposition detailing the lessons of what was to be learned. Those who cannot leave behind their hedonism and do not reconcile that computer games do not equate to finished homework or skill acquisition will drop out or be processed out.

Part of the evidence of out-of-control hedonistic behavior is demonstrated by people who believe it is okay to be high at work, to have a drink, to take something for free, or to skip work because the need to do something fun is more important. At this point, the person is conditioning themselves to a life of routine petty indulgences that will severely block progress going forward. The risk is to maintain a status quo and increase the likelihood that intellectual or career gains will not happen. The other side is that many will fall into a downward spiral of never being truly satisfied and will need to turn further and further into drug, alcohol, gaming, TV, or food abuse as the pacifier to alleviate the anguish of a mind watching itself waste away due to neglect.

So, as ugly an idea as it is – one must take a break from comfortable habits in order to make new ones. There must be a segregation of hedonistic times from cognitive exploration. One needs a schedule, a plan, and a calendar of events that must be adhered to. This isn’t about an all-or-nothing proposition; it is about developing the determination to understand that either you appreciate the seriousness of your efforts or accept that you only want to habituate play while telling others you’ll get serious as some future undefined date. This latter point is a capitulation and recognition that what you are currently cultivating will, in all likelihood, become the defining characteristic of your life, ultimately leading to failure and disappointment.

If you are willing (actually, I should say, able) to come to grips with this reality (thin chance as it is), you will have to conform to what would otherwise be ‘outside pressure’ – that must now come from within. And this must be done without cheating – in the military and university, there are serious consequences, and without those repercussions, it is far too easy to be dishonest and cheat. Until this is fully understood, you will not likely succeed in this effort to effectively begin the self-education process and ultimately will still need to reach out for paternal guidance from systems of authority – military, university, or legal.

Start writing: if you cannot compose two sentences that chronicle your day, how will you find an identity worth exploring in the future? You need to start practicing the art of telling a narrative so you might become so fortunate as to peel back the layers of your own intellectual evolution.

Start reading more: read what will channel new perceptions and interpretations of how the world and character of people are filtered. Try Your Inner Fish by Neil Shubin, Les Fleurs Du Mal by Charles Baudelaire, A People’s History of the US by Howard Zinn, The Scientist by John C. Lilly, Closing of the American Mind by Allan Bloom, Next of Kin by Roger Fouts, A History of Western Philosophy by Bertrand Russell, Great Plains by Ian Frazier, The Ecstasy of Communication by Baudrillard, Fire in the Mind by George Johnson, Fire in the Belly by Sam Keen, One-Dimensional Man by Marcuse, And: Phenomenology of the End by Berardi.

I used the image of Sisyphus and the rock he must bear for eternity as the burden of his hubris for denying his humanity and that we modern humans carry a similar cargo in the form of hedonism brought on by our desire for easy entertainment. We struggle with the futility of an exercise that denies our happiness, having lost the notion that exploration, wandering, and curiosity are the paths to our joy.

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Miracle Valley Bible Church

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

On our visit to southern Arizona the other weekend, I was reminded of a previous visit when we passed by the Miracle Valley Bible Church (MVBC) and realized that I had not shared my photos from inside the abandoned buildings. On a day back in May 2019, when I was exploring the area by myself (while Caroline was attending a fiber event in nearby Bisbee), the gate to the property was open, so I casually walked up the driveway. Spotting someone, I continued towards him, apologizing if I were, in fact, trespassing. He assured me that I was okay and welcomed me. I no longer remember his name, nor can I find any notes, if indeed I even wrote any.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

Before venturing out onto the property, I was told some of the history of the Tabernacle and the story of AA Allen (the initials stand for Asa Alonso). What I didn’t hear about on that day was the shootout with law enforcement back in 1982 or that AA died from alcohol poisoning. The irony is not lost on me.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

In its heyday, the bible church, various buildings, and an airstrip sat on over 2,500 acres and catered to those believing in faith healing. After Allen’s death in 1970, Minister Don Stewart assumed the operational role of leading the MVBC, which seems to have been a kind of non-starter. Who did gain traction in the area was Pastor Frances Thomas, who wanted to purchase the property but was denied, so she picked up land across the street and, with members of the MVBC congregation, formed the Christ Miracle Healing Center and Church (CMHCC).

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

Allegedly, she had ideas of making the work of Jim Jones look like child’s play, though obviously (and thankfully) that never came to fruition, though a (relatively minor) shootout did occur. Regarding the hysteria around this incident at the time, it should be pointed out that the CMHCC was an all-black congregation, and anyone living in Arizona back in those days knows the kind of racism that was alive and well in this state.

While I was visiting the site, I was amazed that a mural that was now well over 50 years old had never been vandalized. The painting was created by Alfred Gerstmayr.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

There’s the mural with AA Allen front and center.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

AA Allen is buried out here. I wonder what a grave on the property means for a future owner.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

On the day of the shootout between the sheriff’s department and members of CMHCC, Frances Thomas’s son William was one of several people who died or were wounded.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

True, none of these buildings or anything on this side of the street had anything really to do with the shootout other than the unfortunate naming of the incident as the Miracle Valley Shootout.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

Don Stewart is still alive and well, apparently living in Paradise Valley, Arizona, in a multi-million dollar home because faith healing and speaking in tongues pay well, which also works for his son. If you want to see something crazy, watch one of the videos on YouTube of events where they’ve allowed themselves to be recorded for posterity, demonstrating their madness.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

I’m tempted to be envious of those who are able to goad the less fortunate, i.e., mentally off-base, into giving whatever money they have to wealthy scammers who gladly take their earnings for their own benefit. Those downtrodden, hurt people looking for miracles because they have nothing else to believe in are being victimized, but with the United States protecting religious rights, people are free to be fleeced by shysters every day of the week. The tax-exempt status of these religious entities enables these “clerics” to pocket their wealth and, in the case of Don Stewart, put expensive homes in the name of the church to better protect the impression of nefarious ill-gotten gains at the expense of the less fortunate. I guess this is the real benefit of near-absolute freedom: we are free to be as stupid and greedy as we choose.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

As for Frances Thomas, she died in 1995 after relocating to Chicago.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

I understand that many attempts have been made to rehabilitate the site, but all efforts have failed so far.

John Wise at Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

There is something creepy about the place, not only because it’s now in ruin but also because of the whole cult-like atmosphere that surrounds the history of the religious zealots that descended upon this remote desert outpost.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

One really has to wonder if this message hasn’t been here forever because if someone got in to leave this message, why is that old mural untouched?

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

I only wish that someone else had photographed the grounds and buildings just a couple of years after everything was mostly abandoned so we could see the rate of decay and what else was still here after everyone evacuated the property.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

I’m also left wondering if AA Allen once lived in one of these rooms or was the private airstrip on their 2,500 acres used to whisk him away to other healing engagements to channel Jesus through himself to cure the sick.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

Today, I’m asking myself why I didn’t take the whisk or coffee cup, so I’d have a creepy bit of nostalgia here at home.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

If Caroline had been with me on this day, I do believe there’s a good chance we would have sat down on this loveseat and figured out a way to take a photo of us on this molding old relic. As a matter of fact, when we drove by on our trip in 2023, had the gate been open or had I spotted someone out walking the land, I would have certainly loved to pay another visit.

Miracle Valley Bible Church near Hereford, Arizona

So, this was it, the nearly lost images from my visit to the Miracle Valley Bible Church back in 2019.

Cold With a Side of Fangs

The Gadsden Hotel in Douglas, Arizona

When in love and loving what you are doing, there’s an element of joy that seems to continuously make itself known. We wake with that sense and never fail to exchange an affectionate word and snuggle before stepping into the day. Getting things together feels mostly effortless as the routines are well-known and not fraught with tensions. Next up, verify that the world is the same one you went to sleep in. Are things where they should be? We’ll likely try to send ourselves out for a walk, if possible, prior to getting something to eat because it feels right and helps bring the senses and body to full wakefulness. If the first meal of the day is suboptimal, that’s okay, as it’s just food, and something else will come along that’s certain to delight us. I’m not only describing the routine when traveling, but this is also our average day.

This is the lobby of the Gadsden Hotel and the same spot on the balcony from where I shot a photo I shared last year during our previous stay. Well, there are subtle differences between the images, but nothing glaring.

Art Car World in Douglas, Arizona

There are days that we don’t really know what comes next. We may have a loose idea, but ideas are not locked in stone; they are suggestions. Take this morning, we had three potentialities but with rain in the forecast, the first option of a long walk in Bisbee was stricken from the list. We could have opted to drive northeast towards Rodeo, New Mexico, and Lordsburg past that before heading towards Duncan, Arizona, holding the promise of taking us to Miami for yet another encounter with my favorite carne asada at Guayo’s El Rey Mexican restaurant or we could head straight north for a return visit to Fort Bowie National Historic Site. We opted for the northern trek because it’s been 20 years since we were last at the fort.

Art Car World in Douglas, Arizona

First, though, we have to complete our pre-breakfast walk around the downtown area, where window shopping is not much of an option because while there are windows, only a few have things behind them that are of any interest. Just off the main street is Art Car World, which we visited twice last year on the same weekend. Today, we’ll simply peer into the place as we won’t be sticking around until 11:00, when they open.

Mural in Douglas, Arizona

There’s an art shop on the main street that might hold promise with its modern facade, but there’s not a thing to be seen beyond the opaque front end. Behind this mural is a small Mexican joint we considered having breakfast at, but there was no menu in the window, so we kept on going. We are those people who, once inside and sensing the owners are struggling, we’ll eat there just to help them out, even if what’s on the menu isn’t what we really want. Instead, we walked back to the hotel to eat there before collecting our bags to hit the road.

Road out of Douglas, Arizona

Beautiful clouds and deep blue skies were overhead; what was on the horizon was another story. We may have driven 15 miles before we decided that things were looking so grim ahead that there was no chance we’d be driving the short dirt road out to Fort Bowie, and we’d likely not enjoy walking in the mud either, so we turned around.

Option number 2, driving northeast, became our new choice; plus, it allowed us to go back and inspect just what kind of bird I spotted lying dead next to the road: hawk or owl. It was an owl, a beautiful barn owl with awesome feathers. A number of them joined us in the car for the drive home. Sadly, before getting back to Douglas to take the other road, I spotted another dead barn owl; seems like these roads are dangerous for their species.

Geronimo Monument on Highway 80 in Arizona

Yep, I’m gonna go there…this rather phallic-looking Geronimo Surrender Monument could only have been designed by a white guy because not only does it represent an embarrassment to the Apache people, but it’s in the shape of either a penis or a middle finger, which in my opinion curses the Apache nation and reminds them of how they were conquered and subdued. This thing should be demolished and replaced with something that honors the Apache people.

Highway 80 in Arizona

We are at the southern end of the Chiricahua Mountains and just a few miles away from entering New Mexico. While we won’t be heading into the Chiricahuas today, we’ve always meant to return to the crossroads in the mountains called Portal, so we might spend a weekend and go hiking up there someday.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at the New Mexico State Line

Twenty-three years is a good long time to accumulate so much gray hair; I’m referencing this because I just went looking for the last time we crossed through this way, and it appears to have been back in 2000, or maybe that was the first time and I just missed noting this location in the intervening posts. I was wondering if Caroline and I had taken a selfie at this state line before. What I came up with was a photo I had taken of her and her mom. While countless adventures have happened since those days, there’s also something “blink of an eye” about the time; I can’t imagine what time feels like to those who’ve not taken advantage of the rare commodity.

Chiricahua Desert Museum in Rodeo, New Mexico

Just as we were about to pass the turnoff for Portal, Arizona, while driving through Rodeo, New Mexico, we spotted the Chiricahua Desert Museum (there’s no missing it). No matter what was in this small outpost, we’d pay the entry fee to support such an endeavor out in the middle of nowhere. Well, it turns out that they have an incredible exhibit featuring venomous creatures, primarily snakes.

Chiricahua Desert Museum in Rodeo, New Mexico

I can’t say I’ve ever had a more intimate encounter with these fascinating-looking serpents, but I’m also a bit saddened by the idea that they don’t get to live the life of the creature they are because they are on display for me. While I certainly don’t want to come into close proximity with one of them where they might be within striking distance, I do like knowing they are out in the wild, fulfilling their role of being a snake.

Chiricahua Desert Museum in Rodeo, New Mexico

I don’t think we consider the lowly snakes very often, though they are nearly everywhere on our earth. They are enigmatic compared to gorillas, dolphins, or polar bears, and yet they are distributed to almost every corner. ChatGPT via Bing informs me that about 1/3 of all people have a phobia of these slithery reptiles, which places them just behind people’s fear of spiders, which is the number one phobia of people. As I stop to think about what I know regarding snakes, I realize I know more about weaving, fermentation, salt, and the behavior of grumpy old men than I do about snakes. A cursory overview at Amazon about titles that could enlighten this dark corner of knowledge doesn’t look very promising.

Chiricahua Desert Museum in Rodeo, New Mexico

Sitting under its head is this snake’s rattle. I just learned that it’s made of keratin, the same stuff that makes up our fingernails. Also, the number of rattles is not a precise indicator of its age because a snake can shed its skin more than once a year.

Chiricahua Desert Museum in Rodeo, New Mexico

There are other parts of the museum, though the largest part of the exhibit is regarding snakes and, strangely enough, beers that have a venomous theme.

Chiricahua Desert Museum in Rodeo, New Mexico

While there are a few artifacts from the nearby indigenous people, this shouldn’t be anyone’s principal reason for stopping in.

State Highway 9 in western New Mexico

It was still partly sunny when we stepped out of the museum, but it was super windy. We turned on Highway 9 going east in order to avoid a few miles of Interstate 10 as those major roads only offer expediency in exchange for dealing with serious aggression, while out here, we have this.

Animas, New Mexico

This is about all that’s left of Animas, New Mexico, with its shrinking population dwindling down to a lowly 180 people.

Lordsburg, New Mexico

We are nearing the outskirts of Lordsburg, New Mexico, at this point, and while this is at a distance from the downtown area, it is indicative of everything we drove past. This desert outpost has been mostly declining for the past 70 years. Its claim to fame is peculiar: first, it once held a Japanese American internment camp, and secondly, it was one of the very few places with a motel in the southwest that would accept black guests prior to the end of segregation.

Duncan Highway north of Lordsburg, New Mexico

As we weren’t inclined to eat at McDonald’s back in Lordsburg, and the only other restaurant we might have considered is closed on Sunday, we decided on heading into Duncan for lunch at the Ranch House we knew we could count on having a pretty decent patty melt.

Duncan Highway north of Lordsburg, New Mexico

By the time we stopped, the clouds had shifted yet again. We’d already tried getting a shot of these mountains with shadows speckled across them, but those moments of perfection only lasted seconds.

Arizona State Line on the Duncan Highway

Our time out of state was brief but well worth the detour.

Mt Graham from Safford, Arizona

After our quick lunch in Duncan, we were soon passing through Safford in the shadow of Mt. Graham. We have a reservation this summer to visit the International Observatory that’s perched up there.

Sun over San Carlos Indian Reservation in Arizona

There’s an extraordinary amount of snow on this landscape today, but the drama being played out in the sky was worth capturing, too.

Mountain Breeze Memorial Gardens in Miami, Arizona

We had to stop at Mountain Breeze Memorial Gardens in Miami because we couldn’t believe that it snowed up here and didn’t think we’d be in the snowline much longer.

Caroline Wise at Top Of The World, Arizona

I suppose it only makes sense that here at Top-of-the-World west of Miami, there should be snow; still, we were surprised, though maybe more so, by the Nigerian dwarf goats that ran over to say hi or to look for food. Being at the edge of another country, hiking, birds, great food, snow, snakes, and goats all make for yet another perfect weekend in the ongoing adventure that is our lives.

Another Southwest Experience

Breakfast at Baja Cafe in Tucson, Arizona

Breakfast entered the charts under the category of “wow” and, for the umpteenth time, triggered the big question: why are we living in Phoenix again? Baja Cafe in Tucson appeared on a number of Best Breakfast” lists. We thought Five Points Market & Restaurant was brilliant, and it was, but Baja Cafe ups the ante with some uniquely inspired creations, such as their variations on eggs benedict. From their menu, I’ll just share their exact description of the dish pictured:

Brisket Caramelo – Grilled crisp Caramelos stuffed with shredded brisket, tomatoes, chorizo, cheddar, and Jack cheese. Topped with two strips of corn husk smoked bacon, fire-roasted diced green chile, and two poached eggs. Finished with a combination of New Mexican red chile sauce and a smoked gouda cheese sauce, pico de gallo, cotija cheese, and pickled onions.

Last night at El Charro, upon hearing us talk about breakfast options in Tucson, our server recommended Baja Cafe and told us that one of his favorites there was the corned beef hash, so Caroline ordered it. We shared both plates and agreed that the corned beef hash was the best we’d ever had, while this play on eggs benedict will hopefully bring us back to try some of the other variations of this otherwise staid dish. After breakfast, it was time to hit the road.

South of Tucson heading to Sonoita, Arizona

Leaving Interstate 10 in Vail in the direction of Sonoita on Highway 83, there were a couple of glimpses of sun, but for the most part, the sky just grew cloudier.

Heading to Sierra Vista, Arizona

Even before leaving Tucson, we were drawn into the snow-covered mountains surrounding the city, with the exception of the west. The mountains in the other three directions had a healthy dusting of snow, which, for us central Arizona desert dwellers, is a sight for dry eyes. I had figured that the snow was going to be unique to Tucson, but I was wrong as seen right here just outside of Sonoita looking at Mount Wrightson.

Sierra Vista, Arizona

Our old friend Mal de Puerco joined us in the car, and under the gray skies with our seat heaters on, we needed a stop in Sierra Vista for coffee lest we find the car driving itself over the tan grasses more suited for grazing cows than napping pigs. The forecast calls for sun in the afternoon, and so before that, we’ll just mosey along with nary a concern about what to do next, except Caroline is nudging me that our 10-minute coffee stop has now stretched into nearly 30 minutes, so off we go on our trip further south. The mountain on the left is Miller Peak in Hereford, flanked by Carr Peak on the right.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

It was almost a coin toss regarding visiting Bisbee or Coronado National Memorial, but Coronado won since we couldn’t remember being there in the past 20 years. It turns out that it’s been almost exactly 20 years since our last visit because my blog showed us that it was back in May 2003 that we were last down here. Two things: back on the left, you can see a hint of blue sky, but the elephant in the room is, why is this sign reading “Smuggle + Flee = Jail” right before the entry to the park?

Caroline Wise at Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

Ten years ago, in a land far, far away stood the imposing figure of Caroline the Warrior donning simulated battle gear at the Frankfurt Historical Museum, but today, we are in the land of Get Real, and you put on an authentic recreation or just get lost. Chain mail armor is heavy-duty stuff with an emphasis on heavy. After getting Caroline into that metal shirt, which felt like it weighed 30 pounds, followed by the mail coif over her head, she opted for the helmet of the Kniggits instead of the more fashionable mohawk style she wore in Germany. Click that link in the top line and scroll down to see what I’m talking about. It turned out that her glasses helped the helmet stay put because after she took them off, the weight of the steel helmet fell onto her nose.

Caroline Wise at Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

But with that, she was now angry enough at what I was putting her through that she was able to channel a fierce rendition of one of the soldiers traveling with Francisco Vazquez de Coronado back in 1540. Anyone else in the visitors center might have thought us drunken fools from our boisterous laughter. We were locked in side-splitting fits of laughing, the kind that starts to take your breath away and pulls tears from your eyes.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

We expected the gray weather to continue, but after indulging in that roaring laugh attack, the weather gods must have recognized that we were ready for joy because when we went back outside, the sun had come out and stayed with us. The view is of Montezuma Peak behind the visitor’s center.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

Armed with a Junior Ranger booklet, we took off to see how far we could get on Joe’s Canyon Trail, how far because when I enquired about steep dropoffs on the trail, I was told there might be a couple of spots.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

Somehow, I managed to get past this constriction, probably because I’d not had enough of the trail yet, and after more than a couple of months without any hiking, I desperately wanted some serious nature time, and with the weather cooperating, we needed to persevere.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

The views up here were spectacular, but after our time on this trail, we would drive up higher towards Coronado Peak and capture even better views of mostly the same sights, so I’m saving what’s out on the horizon until we get there.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

We made it to about 600 feet of the 1000 feet of elevation gain Joe’s Canyon Trail should have delivered when I reached the limit of my ability to handle the narrowing trail, and at about 1.5 miles, we turned around for the hike back to the visitors center.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

After our hike, we drove up to Montezuma’s Pass for what we would have both sworn was our first visit to this particular vantage point, but my blog would prove us wrong.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

I hadn’t planned on taking our new car on dirt roads quite yet, but there we were at the base of the mountain, facing the choice of babying our pristine Kia Niro with only about 500 miles on it or seizing the day and conquering the mountain on a narrow rocky dirt path to Montezuma Pass and the Coronado Overlook just past that.

Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

We were on a race against time as the visitors center down below was going to close at 4:00 and Caroline had to turn in her junior ranger booklet before that.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

Good thing there was still time to take a selfie up here. The majority of the view behind us is looking into Mexico; I think it’s making me look old.

Caroline Wise at Coronado National Memorial in Hereford, Arizona

Caroline made it, meaning not only were we on time, but she possibly answered everything correctly. I say possibly because not a concern was paid about what she scrawled in the booklet which is unfortunate as she really makes an effort to do justice to the questions which, while aimed at children, require a serious bit of work. Her enthusiasm shows how seriously she is taking the honor of being sworn in as a junior ranger, even if it’s her 100th badge.

Miracle Valley, Arizona

This is the Miracle Valley Bible Church and the site of a shootout between church members and law enforcement that occurred over ten years before the much more famous incident in Waco, Texas, involving the followers of David Koresh. Seeing this again today had me wondering what happened to the photos I took of this place a few years prior, and it turns out that I glossed right over them then because I was still deep in working on the blog posts that were detailing the last trip to Europe we had only returned from in the days prior to visiting Bisbee. Back then, in 2019, I had been invited onto the property by a gentleman who walked along with me, explained a few things about the site, and then allowed me to wander around and take photos. It’s about time for me to share those and get working on that post as soon as I’m done with documenting this weekend.

Miracle Valley, Arizona

This is what remains of the Palominas Trading Post in Hereford that at one time hosted a gas station back when gasoline was only $1.42 a gallon, and, according to the bleached sign on the west side of the building, this was also a diner. Google StreetView shows the place still open in 2008, but sometime shortly after that, the sign fell down, the newspaper and ice machine disappeared and it has since remained empty. Coldwell Banker has been trying to unload the 2.3 acres and 2,700 sqft of decrepit buildings out in the middle of nowhere for $219,000. How this is valued at more than $1000 is beyond my imagination.

Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area in McNeal, Arizona

We had one more stop to make today before checking into the Gadsden Hotel down in Douglas and thought we should consider making a reservation for dinner just so they knew were desiring a table. We are at Whitewater Draw in McNeal, Arizona, where last year we saw tens of thousands of Sandhill Cranes; today, we see hundreds, but that’s good enough.

Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area in McNeal, Arizona

The barn that had been standing near the parking lot on the left last year has since blown down. It was also where the WIFI router for the Crane Cam was housed, so we had no way of looking at the scene prior to our arrival and finding out if the cranes were even on hand. Sadly, the front desk at the Gadsden also didn’t know the status of the birds.

Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area in McNeal, Arizona

There were lots of ducks plying the shallow waters but getting a photo of one of them was difficult, near impossible, as they had their heads submerged under the surface the majority of the time.

Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area in McNeal, Arizona

The shadows should let you know that it’s now late in the day, while the inability to see a millimeter into the water suggests it might be turning into a mud puddle in the next week.

Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area in McNeal, Arizona

Good thing we got a reservation for 7:00 p.m. as we had time to hang out and were rewarded with seeing murmurations of the yellow-headed blackbirds. While we came for the sandhill cranes, it was those little yellow-headed birds that stole the show today.

Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area in McNeal, Arizona

There’s a speck on the left that is one of the few remaining cranes flying away from the lake today, but that’s not what we were focused on; it was the sky and the reflections on the surface of the water.

Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area in McNeal, Arizona

With sunset happening at about 6:20 p.m., I thought we’d have enough time to reach Douglas since it was only about 30 minutes away, but as we made our way towards the parking area, we saw and heard that a very large party of those Yellow-headed Blackbirds were making a commotion to the south of where we’d been. There were thousands of them jostling for branch space on a section of the lake in the late-day shadows.

Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area in McNeal, Arizona

Only a tripod and an F/1.2 aperture lens would have possibly delivered a decent photo of those quick-moving little birds that were darting here and there before the thrush of hundreds of them would lift off simultaneously and readjust the position in ways we cannot begin to understand. Time to go south to our accommodation on the Mexican border.

Once we got to dinner, we were surprised to find that Cesar, who served us breakfast last year nearly to the day, was to be our server for dinner. When I saw him walk up, I remembered him immediately; it took him a solid 15 seconds to rebuild the memory. Cesar lives in Mexico and is still studying to be a nurse, just as he was last year. He’s since purchased a mirrorless camera and is getting deeper into photography.

Our room is a suite, and it’s spectacular. While my eyes are growing heavy as I try to get the more important impressions and details written down, Caroline has been luxuriating in the whirlpool in our room, and though I wish I could have been more prolific with the words, my eyes are falling shut as I push the computer to the side.

Going South, Again!

Desert south of Phoenix, Arizona

Bought a new car, check. Cleaned apartment, check. Filled the tank and picked up water, check. Time to get out of town not only to inaugurate the car for road trips, but we are also running out of February and haven’t made a proper getaway this month. Today, shortly as a matter of fact, this is being rectified. I’m currently at Starbucks, awaiting Caroline’s call to fetch her so we can get this show on the road.

This was all put together rather frantically last night in the minutes before we walked into a nearby theater to watch an anniversary showing of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Caroline suggested we could head down to Douglas, Arizona, for bird watching, a stay at the magnificent Gadsden Hotel, and to get in some hiking. What didn’t fly was her idea that we could leave Saturday morning; nope, we’ll leave Friday after work, grab a room in Tucson so we can have dinner at El Charro Steak & Del Rey, and then in the morning we, could hit Five Points Market & Restaurant if we are still around when they finally open at 8:00. Lucky us, El Charro had a high-top still available for reservation so we jumped for it. There are other things I’ve already put to the side we’ll be exploring, but I’ll wait to share those details until we are underway and out goofing off.

Well, I’m still sitting here longer than I thought I would and so I went hunting for breakfast alternatives as that 8:00 opening wasn’t sitting well with me. Then again, we might sleep in, and that could work out, but I discovered the Baja Cafe is a highly-rated place that opens at 6:00, so we might be better served to get things moving early. It’s nice to have options. Regarding options, AllTrails has been consulted, and if all goes well, we’ll venture out into at least a couple of hikes.

Sunset over Casa Grande, Arizona

Drats, while we were driving south on Interstate 10, we saw one of the famous Oscar Mayer Wienermobiles moving north. It was in sight and gone before we could snap a photo, but there it was joining the list of legendary things we’ve seen with our own eyes while out in America. Sadly, we were traveling in the opposite direction and checking their schedule; wherever that one was going, the Phoenix area was not on the list, so there was no chance of getting a Wiener Whistle this time.

Our luxury accommodations were not at the cheapest place in town; those would have been further south, and the one place priced at $38 a night was hard to pass up, but we situated ourselves as close to El Charro as budget would allow, meaning we were on the other side of the freeway at Quality Inn for the budget deal of only $80.

John Wise and Caroline Wise in Tucson, Arizona

Such a romantic time, just walking through downtown Tucson on our way to dinner. This was our third time this year getting something to eat at El Charro, and while it was great yet again, we agree that next time, we need to stretch out and try something different. Our meal started with their tableside guacamole and continued with Caroline choosing their vegan tamales while I opted for a bone-in ribeye. We also split an order of their extraordinary crispy Brussels sprouts.

On the way back to our car, we met an 18-year-old homeless girl and her dog. She was a lovely young lady who spoke of some victimization out here on the streets and told us she had been in foster care for some time. She didn’t ask for a thing which made it easy to give her a little something to feed herself and the dog unless another homeless person steals the money from her.

Once again, Caroline and I are reminded how fortunate we are.