A few weeks ago, I decided to take an afternoon drive and explore southern Arizona. I chose Patagonia, about an hour and fifteen minutes from my apartment. The drive — mountains all around — was prettier than the destination, but there weren’t many places to stop or even pull off along Route 82/83. The fall colors were lovely and unexpected.
Patagonia was tiny and touristy, so I drove up a few random neighborhood streets to see the view.
Back down on the main road…
And my Ford Focus is still kicking. It has new sound effects every few weeks.
