It was fun having Dorothea hang out with us, but her week was up, so after a short hike up King's Canyon Wash to see the petroglyphs, we drove her to the airport in Phoenix. Traffic was crazy at the airport so it was a quick goodbye at the departures dropoff, and we were well on our way back to Tucson before I realized I had forgotten to switch to the front seat, with no place to get off the I-10.
By the way, here's another picture of Picacho Peak taken from the I-10:
We climbed this!
The next day was our last day in Tucson, and we visited the Agua Caliente Regional Park.
It's an oasis in the desert (but the palms are planted). With this last week's hotspell all the Mesquite trees have leafed out, and we full of birds.
The Lucy's warblers had arrived, we watched a pair of beardless tyrannulets build their nest, hooded orioles were flying in and out of the palm trees,
and someone pointed out to us a hummingbird sitting on her nest.
But the bird of the day was a Bell's vireo singing its crazy song.
We hit the Sweetwater Wetlands on our way home, but it was fairly quiet in the afternoon heat.
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