Full Moon Rising

Continuing southward, whim-driven, I went toward Oatman then turned south on old 66. Popular with motorcyclists, I was surprised to see so many campers; sun-blasted crags, creosote and occasional stands of teddy-bear cholla didn't used to hold much appeal.

The Warm Springs Wilderness sets betwixt it and interstate 40...doesn't warrant a mention on MAPS. Its  roadless space caught my eye.