Some of the wildest areas I have ever wandered have been in Arizona.  It is lonely, haunting, yet achingly beautiful. Alone in nature with it’s specter of gnarly trees that stand as a warning of the desert extremes, the creatures who eke out a life in a non-forgiving land, and the ghosts of those who have walked these trails before us – I feel the throbbing passion within these cold, still stones.

My heart ever lives in this wild, wild place.

Boynton Pass Road and Boynton Canyon – a response to Ailsa’s travel theme this week: Wild.