I spotted this gem on a previous climb up to Tom's Thumb and simply had to explore more of the wonder of God's creation.
Sad to discover this iconic Arizona steakhouse from my youth is now shuttered.
It reminded me of an old western ghost town back then, and now it really is.
Contemplating my next right step in search of the water.
These spider traps in the dead scruff were just a small part of the hazards, but easy to avoid.
This bed of river rock leads the way after a couple of failed approaches.
Ahh, the Verde River running wide and strong.
A lone steer grazes peacefully across the river.
Every bend up river reveals more splendor.
One of several major forks.
Sometimes rough and silty...
Sometimes crystal clear and placid.
That steer got curious when I lit up a cigar.
Hard to believe that this is the Sonoran Desert.
Worn out, but at peace. That's a good place to be if I'm going to T.D.L.