The mountains rise, black and forbidding right at the western edge of town.
From nicely manicured backyards by tidy suburban ranch houses, the jagged peaks soar.
There are more Saguaro cacti than there were last time we were in the area. They are protected and seem to be thriving.
You can see huge saguaro everywhere, from the front yards of tract houses to the desert in the shadow of the mountains. Tall, and strong, with impressive spikes, they do not invite you into their territory so much as dare you to come on in.
I let my camera do the walking.