Ah, Arizona, you’re breakin’ my heart. You seduced me with your beauty and your free spirit. You’re the keeper of the Grand Canyon and the Sky Islands, truly magnificent jewels among this nation’s many treasures. You have Gila Monsters and Trogons and, maybe, if we hope hard enough, the Jaguar. You took me in and rocked me on your waters. And then, just a few days after returning home from a much needed respite from the everyday stuff of life, news from your dry, dusty world makes me think of the Gestapo and the stereotypical "Show me your papers" from too many B movies.
It’s hard not to feel glum this morning, what with the river of oil despoiling the Gulf of Mexico, dead miners in West Virginia and Kentucky, and the horrible racial profiling law in Arizona. I hope you’ll join me on the Salt River for a little peace and quiet, away from all the craziness in the news these past few weeks.
