Puerto Penasco 2

We're at Organ Pipe Cactus NM for one night.  We left PP at 7:30 AM, the early departure inspired by our Mexican auto insurance, which only covered us until 10 AM today.  The insurance isn't a legal requirement but is highly recommended.  Without it, an accident would place a person at the mercy of Mexican state and federal laws and a justice system that is, most likely, exceedingly slow and, I suspect, somewhat (?) corrupt.  No, thanks.

Glorious sunset on our last night in Puerto Penasco.

Terry and Lisa.

Our PP adventure was great fun, despite the constant stream of native vendors strolling by our campsite, asking if we wanted to buy blankets, sunglasses, hats, jewelry, pots and plates and other assorted junk.  The other downer was a group of 4 toy-hauler rigs that set up beside us and proceeded to party hearty and drive their freaking loud ATVs around the park well into the night.  I fantasized charging outside, armed with my trusty ax, and bashing several headlights, tires, windshields, and so on.  I managed to resist the temptation.  Barely.    

A couple of minutes later than the above picture.

We watched for the green flash, didn't see it, too cloudy I think.

Below: the EDGE on the last night of our last journey therein.  Picture taken at Twin Peaks Campground in Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, a few miles north of the Arizona/Mexico border.  On the left is the park’s namesake organ pipe cactus.  To the right of the cactus is the campground’s namesake, Twin Peaks.

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I felt a bit nostalgic about our last night in the EDGE.  It’s witnessed much, traveled far and, except for a few flaws and shortcomings, has performed well.  Trish was not enamored of it.  She spent 2+ years in a high end 5^th wheel and small travel trailers just don’t measure up to 5^th wheels for comfort and convenience.

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The nostalgic feeling reminded me of a pair of hiking boots that finally wore out after climbing Mt Whitney, Mt St Helens (twice), several Columbia Gorge conditioning hikes preparing for climbs of Mt Adams and Mt Hood, plus casual hikes too numerous to mention.  I considered bronzing those puppies and hanging them on the wall in my den but ultimately decided doing so would endanger my carefully cultivated swave and deboner image.  Uh huh.