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The Best Laid Plans Are Always Wrong

Updated: Apr 11, 2021

I just dropped my wife and my eldest daughter off at the airport. I am facing five full days of single parenthood with, at the moment, an inconsolable three-year-old. Thinking ahead, I had hitched up our Pin Drop before driving to the airport, but did not really have a travel plan or destination beyond this simple connection between our teardrop travel trailer and our vehicle.

A nimble design, the Pin Drop maneuvered through the rush hour traffic and congestion on the busy freeways of Phoenix rather easily, but I was certainly ready to get beyond the metropolis and hit some dirt by nightfall. Our destination was somewhat vague, which is the way I like to travel. This "see where the road takes you" routine was something my daughters were quite familiar with and has been my philosophy since childhood. What might make most feel uneasy and anxious, delighted us and kept our adventures mysterious and full of wonder. This kind of travel makes a Pin Drop Travel Trailer, (completely self-contained and solar powered) a perfect camping companion. We had everything we needed for several days of solitude and boondocking, no matter where we landed.

The separation anxiety coming from the back seat was unexpected and still quite noteworthy as we headed eastbound on Highway 60. Desperate to cheer up my distraught child and bring some calm, I started pointing out the prominent landmarks on the horizon. As an Arizona native and an outdoor enthusiast, I am always excited to share my favorite highlights of the Arizona landscape. Whether she sees Four Peaks through her tears I’m not sure, but with determination I continue to try and excite her about our trip. A sense of relief comes over the cab of our suburban when she sees the Superstition Mountains, a feeling that has overwhelmed me a time or two looking out at the same view. This particular mountain range captured my attention as a boy because of the legend of the Lost Dutchman Mine. A story I am eager to share with her and which helps to ease her mind.

We continue on the 60 and overnight in Miami, Arizona because it’s impossible to pass through the Copper Corridor without a stop for dinner at Guayo’s El Rey. We fill our bellies and enjoy exploring the map layed out in front of us inside the well lit cabin of our own micro trailer. We make a plan for the next day: destination Silver City, New Mexico, to visit an old friend and neighbor. Knowing it will be a long day with a youngster, I am relieved we have all we need in our portable home-on-wheels.

After a pleasant night's sleep in the insulated (R13 equivalent) cab and comfort of a full queen-size foam mattress, we greet the day by blazing a trail toward the fertile valley of Pima, Thatcher, and Safford, lying just below the towering Mt. Graham. Before we reach the historic agricultural community of Pima, we take a familiar stop at Taylor Freeze, a legendary tradition for many generations of travelers and a local favorite of ours, for a tasty treat.

We are following the course of the Gila River now, and my mini travel companion remarks on all the fields full of bushes exploding in puffy white. “What’s that?” she asks. It comes to mind as it has many times, that as a growth state, many today don't know the historical significance of cotton to rural agricultural communities, specifically in Arizona and I am so glad to share with her this timeless crop and its connection to her home state.

We drift through Duncan, Arizona just before crossing into New Mexico catching a glimpse of a lazy conversation going on at the intersection, home to a general store frozen in time. We take a break in the juniper-speckled bluffs below Silver City and make a quick lunch, simple

to do with a lift of the hatch on the rear of the Fina Roma, a full kitchen at our disposal.

By evening we are walking around an old friend’s acreage east of Silver City, ironically a long time special inspector and specialist in the cotton industry. We spend time admiring his collection of artifacts and hearing stories of his time traveling the southwe