Day 11 - Prowling the Catalina Highway

the campaigns roll along

Forensic investigation of today's mystery poo.

Cactus gardens galore - and full of butterflies - as an added bonus.

Near the very top of Mount Lemmon is a rare stand of naturally occurring microwave transmission towers.

Poachers mercilessly uproot native transmission towers and enslave them to fuel American society's bottomless thirst for bandwidth. These roots are all that's left of a once mighty stand.

The view from the summit of Mount Lemmon.

Alternative view from the summit of Mt Lemmon.

Wendy summiting Mount Lemmon. That's Emma Sherpa Brown Sock making sure she doesn't do anything stupid. This is likely our high point for this trip, slightly above 9,000 feet.

Our sure-fire government conspiracy detector works again: just go through the locked gate on the top of any mountain, and you'll find an electric fence about a kilometer further up. Inside that perimeter is always something interesting. This time, we think we've found the Landing Site. That's the signalling thingie in the big white ball, and that's the innocuous bus they use for moving aliens about.

Meet the Meters. They're charged with metering all localized alien activities.

That's our road home. Tucson is waaay down in that flat spot on the horizon.

A sweep of late afternoon clouds.

Even up here, there are many regulations.

Past the hills and down in the valley - that there would be Tuscon - it's what happens when there's no land boundaries to contain the sprawl. We suspect there is also a regulation about no buildings over one story.

There's no end of amazing perches to watch the sunset. The trick is to get off the perch in the dark.

We get ready to grope our way out in the dark.

Careful there mate - it's a long way down!

Sometimes, yous just gotta jump.

Last light.

 

 

 

 

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