In Illinois, forests overgrow in green lush. In Arizona, deserts sprout millions of cacti, a succulent water supply for the hills and water life. When I say millions, I literally mean millions. Every where your eye can turn is a thick cacti forest, sprung into every possible patch of dusty mountain. A stunning site, it is hard to fathom without witness. And the mountains can be seen for 50 miles on, with layers of distance stacked behind the nearby terrain. And of course you are thinking of the saguaro cactus, the classic stigmata that you painted in art class or saw in old film. But the species of cactus in the desert are numerous. Almost every thing that grows in the desert is a type of cactus, as they have to fend for their own water supply and provide nourishment for various thirsty varmints.
Breathtaking allurement in every direction. A securement of solitude to know you are miles away from civilization. A history book of ancient hieroglyphs in mountaintop. And rest and relaxation like a snoozing javelina.
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