The hillside darkened quickly as the sun set on the
horizon. Its golden rays enhanced the contrast of colors in the sky. The
clouds formed a bruised ceiling above.
A silence enveloped the Peak as the world looked
on in awe at the sun's last hurrah. Marching cacti stopped in their paths.
Social gatherings took a break. Solitary cacti ceased their eternal pondering.
It was as if the world held its breath for a moment to observe the grandest
of God's creations.
The sun reached the horizon and quickly disappeared
behind the distant mountains. The sky lit up in applause. Clouds that were
bruised in purple now glinted pink with red edges. No artist's hand can ever
capture completely the beauty of a desert sunset.
After we left the peak, we drove down to Tuscon and
stopped at the El Minuto Cafe for dinner. (Sorry, no food pix this time!)
We were on a mission to see Los Lobos at the Sells Rodeo Arena, but the directions
from Yahoo maps turned out to be screwed up, omitting a 35 mile stretch of
state highway. We stopped twice for directions before reaching Sells, but
the Indian Reservation was deserted, and all we could find of the show was
a dimly lit sign announcing the Rodeo...
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