{"id":12587,"date":"2020-07-28T05:13:15","date_gmt":"2020-07-28T12:13:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=12587"},"modified":"2021-08-25T02:45:47","modified_gmt":"2021-08-25T09:45:47","slug":"losing-time-around-sasabe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=12587","title":{"rendered":"Losing time around Sasabe"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

You lose the structure of time<\/strong> out here on the ranch. The horses don’t recognize 6 a.m. as time for breakfast, nor do the owls start hunting at 8 p.m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time is replaced with a more intimate feeling, one that requires you to listen intently to your body, and your soul if you believe in such existential things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The morning after my first night<\/strong> at Rancho De La Osa finds me ready to go exploring the surrounding hills in a UTV. The ranch hand leading the tour looks at me intently, then makes the comment “You look like you know what you are doing….mind driving one of the UTV’s?”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hell yeah!<\/em> is the expression on my face as I saddle into the drivers seat. I quickly apologize to the other passengers if things go wrong, then hit the gas and tear up the mountain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We find abandoned settlements<\/strong> deep in the back hills, as well as Native American Indian pictographs. The Tohono O’odham<\/a> people have lived here since time began. It’s a remembrance of the perfect blend of cultures and civilizations, a lesson that needs to be re-educated into people today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the afternoon I ride Dusty again, this time out to the border wall. Compared to the rhetoric you hear about our country’s border wall, seeing it in person can have a startling effect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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As the afternoon sun starts its slow descent, I ride my bike to the Hilltop bar in Sasabe. The local bar is only open for a short period time, but it’s almost a requirement to get a drink out here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

I willingly oblige, enter the dark and dusty room and order a cerveza, then head outside to enjoy my beer in the warm Arizona sun of wintertime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I find a small cemetery<\/strong> that holds the pioneer settlers of this land. Mexican-Americans that proudly loved this region. I think about the names scrawled into wooden crosses, and how their lives must have been out here a century ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sasabe, Rancho De La Osa and the land along our borders. Remove the politics and you’ll find hidden gems of beautiful history and the glory of self sufficiency.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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