Drove south of Tucson to Tubac this morning. The fish hook cactus was in bloom. The Spaniards arrived around 1750 and built a fort at Tubac, which sits below mountains and above a rich river valley. The Spaniards drove out many of the native Indians but were hassled for 100 years by the Apache, very tough people.
Now they have all been driven out by the artists and gallery owners. Tubac is now a desert art colony, and we spend most of the day walking around the Tubac Art Festival. We were surrounded by the gallery customers and art show shoppers, geezers who looked way too much like us.
We also visited the old fortress site and museum. which was interesting. Lots of information about the various waves of people who have lived there.
After lunch we headed back with a stop by Picacho Peak to visit Terry and Sherry Barber, who are camping at the state park on their way to Borrego Springs. Terry is the past Grand Poobah of the Washington Vintage Motorcyclists and they visit the Southwest every winter. Had a great visit, and their new trailer is really cool. Their cat Rusty travels with them.
Slowdown on the trip back north, caused by people gawking at the sight of a pickup truck nearly ripped in two by a train. The dead truck and stationary train were right next to the freeway and people couldn't help staring. Two died. We drove home carefully.
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