We drove west along Gates Pass which took us up and over the Tucson Mountains, heading towards the Saguaro National Park. We had our kids and the cousins and all 6 worked on earning their Junior Ranger Badges. After studying and hiking the Sonoran Desert, we drove along a dirt loop road that took us further in to the park. We made a short hike up to petroglyphs left by the Hohokam Indians a thousand years ago. The Park Ranger reiterated the ‘leave no trace’ motto so the kids understood that while we could observe the ancient Indians rock drawings, we were not allowed to leave our own. ‘Why not?’ Ben asked me later when we were hiking the trail. ‘A thousand years from now’, he continued, ‘people who hike this trail can learn more about us.’ We feasted that night on Sonoran Dogs (grilled hot dogs wrapped in bacon, eaten on a Bolillo roll topped with beans, cheese, salsa, jalapenos, avocado, mustard and whatever other fixins could be crammed on). That and an ice cold Corona. Nice.
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