Wilcox, AZ

In classic fashion, I'm off to Cave Creek Canyon, having left home about 4 pm.  I got as far as Wilcox, pretty close.  It's good to get away when stricken with ambivalence.  Clears my head, or maybe just sweeps things back into their dark corners.  I stuffed myself with liver & onions in Benson, and my head is still zinging from the coffee.  I maybe should have driven farther, but the towns along the way from here are so teeny I'm not confident of finding a place to stay, other than the spiffy places near the popular canyon.  Tomorrow I'm sure I'll find that I've been too cautious.  Oh, well.  I'll know better next time.

The canyon is on the east side of the Chiracahua Mts., almost in New Mexico.  Never been there before, but I'm expecting to enjoy it.  It's one of the few southern Arizona canyons to have running water year round, hence high biodiversity (and poison ivy).  Instead of the single trogon that visits Patagonia each year, this area boasts of a dozen or so.  Maybe I'll get lucky.  At least I'll be distracted from myself.