The day started with me leaving the "casita" early in the morning only to find out that javelinas had been rummaging around outside our front door. Javelinas are large pig-like tusked animals that are common to the southwest. They're called razorbacks in Arkansas. I cannot imagine what would have happened if they had been there when I went opened the door. I'm pretty sure I would have be in need of a shower.
After breakfast we decided to drive around the area and practice our orienteering skills - which means we were lost most of the time. In our attempt to get to a little town called Patagonia, we took what we thought was a shortcut and ended up on a single lane winding, dirt/stone road (pictured on right). It was a 14 mile trip that took 50 minutes and the only other vehicle we saw was one pickup truck. We were met with a sign on this road that read "TRAVEL CAUTION - Smuggling and illegal immigration may be encountered in this area". Needless to say we were not planning to return this way after dark. Patagonia was a really small town where they used to film western movies, and not much worth the trip. But, we did have lunch at a really old saloon called the Stage Stop Hotel. After a mediocre meal we headed over near the Mexican Border to an artist's village called Tubac where we had a Margarita at the Cantina. It's a pretty neat place, so we'll go back there in a few days. On the way back to Green Valley we went through the second Border Patrol roadblock of the day. I guess we didn't fit the profile since we were waved through without even stopping. They had big guns, so I wasn't unhappy about the lack of attention. Back in Green Valley we stopped at the local pub and ordered a pizza to take back to our "casita" and another early night seemed in order.
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