After a disappointing morning where everything I wanted to see was closed by the shutdown, we ditched the National Sites idea and found a nice (open) fully staffed state park.

Yes, more rocks.

Exactly!

Our first stop was the visitors center,

Which was a pretty impressive group of rocks in and of itself.
Inside?

Well…. rocks.

But hey… there were fun rocks as well.

Can you read the petroglyph?

I’m a little rusty, but I think it says if you follow the river..apply heavy mascara.. do a couple of dizzy Izzy’s.. you’ll find a bug. They also spelled whom incorrectly.
There was information about a rock house…

And about different rock layers…


Hang on… this will make you smile.
There was a photographic middle finger to tease me with the places we tried to go that morning but couldn’t.

Rude rocks.
That’s different, right?

Damn. This is a tough crowd…
But look.

There were bugs!

Apparently my glyph translating skills weren’t as rusty as I’d thought.

Heading back outside, we found a rock hummingbird that seemed to be pointing me towards….

A big Prickly Pear cactus….
From whence all wonderful margaritas grow.
*sob*

Did I mention there were rocks?

And they were red?

Some even looked like giant eyeballs.

I spotted the Apache Fire House off in the distance…

While the husband read the history and laughed that the couple divorced before it was finished.
I laughed harder because the wife got the house.
And then we started hiking…





























































































































































