We went for a walk on Holiday Day. Out in the Sonoran Desert.


Tucson Mountains to the east.

 I lost count of how many varieties of cactus there were.


Mean cholla.

 Evan thought we might find an archaeology site, but I told him that this area had few.

Disappointed. 

Later that day he drove north to see his family and I sat in front of my computer re-assembling the fragments of the Ransom family, looking at old census and marriage records. I typed so much that my shoulder aches. I discovered that Vesta lived to be 105.


Back to work for a few days before I head north to Flagstaff to spend the weekend.