Coronado National Forest

In southern Arizona, the desert gives way to plains filled with scrub-filled grasslands. Seeing it on a dry winter day makes me wonder if they ever get enough rain to bring it back to life. I suppose it must.

In the distance to the west, I saw an enticing mountain range, so I found a dirt road heading that way and away I went. Passing through open grazing land, I discovered Coronado National Forest, replete with dispersed camping.

Found a great camp site at 5,600 ft—nice views of mountain pastures and plenty of places for Xena to explore.

Spent a peaceful night, tucked into my van-house, warm and cozy while the wind blew outside. In the morning, I left headed further east-northeast.

Stopped at a roadside marker, an enormous phallus marking the place where Geronimo was forced to surrender.

Further down the road…New Mexico!