Organ Pipe Cactus

I did a whole lot of driving through the desert yesterday. Finally made it to Organ Pipe Cactus. It's right on the boarder, so I got to talk to plenty of border patrol guys on my way down and back. I get the feeling that they get really bored just standing on the side of the highway in the desert all day, because their line of questioning doesn't always make a lot of sense. In California, they'd ask where I was born, look in the back of the van and tell me to move on. In Arizona, they want to chat about life, and that's fine.
I'm at a Tucson community college now. I had a really frustrating time trying to find a place with free internet. The public library here did, but it was slower than weekend traffic.
I'm going to slowly make my way up to the Grand Canyon from here. I've been pushing Babe really hard lately and I feel like she deserves a break. I'll try to find a couch in Phoenix if I can.
Oh, and the cool thing about Organ Pipe Cactus is how small and unused it is. I think there were about three or four other people besides me in the whole park. When you go to a place like Yosemite, you get flooded with people and the wildlife will come right up to you and ask for a handout. In a smaller place, you get the real peace and quiet, and the animals do what they're supposed to be doing: being wild.