We are at Cochise Stronghold in the Dragoon Mountains. We have a wonderful campsite and have hiked to the pass on the previous day. The story of that is in two parts is here:
https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2018/11/02/cochise-stronghold-i/
And here:
https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2018/11/12/cochise-stronghold-ii/
We have a short sunrise wander, just before the morning begins to warm. The tent is already heating up, but we slide back into bed.
We are on a hike along the trail at Cochise Stronghold. We have found a pocket just before the season’s campground opening and been blessed with a cool day with the shade of a parade of fluffy clouds.
The first part of the story can be found here:
https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2018/11/02/cochise-stronghold-i/
We have reached our water source at Half Moon Tank.
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The plate has been pretty full lately. We are cleaning up a house and getting ready for a move…naked.
There are packing boxes filling up the house. Now we are walking trails through what is reminiscent of a train wreck. It looks like a pathological hoarder lives here. I have stubbed my bare toe on a box or two, but nothing serious. Packing while nude is okay.
Drywall, painting, plumbing, wood trimming, and staining are also working out well barefoot all over.
Cochise Stronghold is a part of the habitat of the Chiricahua Apaches. When settlers began to make their way into the area, destroying the lives of those who lived there, a “war” eventually broke out.
To put it briefly, Apache raids could be conducted from these safe rugged mountains. Cochise, who was initially prone to a peace, found himself accused of a crime. Then, members of his family were taken hostage. He then saw futility. There were white betrayals, which lead to more decades of war.
Eventually, Cochise died and was secretly buried in these mountains.
As I walk through this incredible landscape of fortress-like boulders and hoodoos, I watch water leach out of rocks and then stream down them. I sit in the shade of many types of trees and consider the abundance hidden here. I hold thoughts of Apache lives. I ponder some nebulous foreign peoples beginning to force the takeover of my own homeland. I can imagine how I might feel and how I might react.
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