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Back in the summer of 1977, John Schaefer would sometimes slip out of his Tucson office in the middle of the workday, drive the dozen-odd miles to Mission San Xavier del Bac and spend a couple of…

ARIZONA’S MIDRIFF IS FAR FROM BARE. If you scurry across the much-used southern routes, you may think we haven’t enough wood to make a totem pole. But that’s because you’ve bypassed our 11-million-…

We were camped in a narrow corridor of black cliffs that actually felt like a box, but it hardly felt claustrophobic. A whisper of breeze carried the rich, muddy scent of the river. Wispy clouds…

Don’t look down,” I mutter to myself as I look down. My stomach plummets at the dizzying view, and a chill shoots to my feet. I’m standing on a sloped, gravelly trail, inches from a 400-plus-foot…

Editor's Note: This article was originally published in the September 1985 issue of Arizona Highways.
WE BED DOWN IN DAN SADDLE where the world of oak meets the world of pine. A big alligator…

Chiltepin peppers are tiny things. Almost cute. They’re invariably described as “pea-sized,” but they appear even smaller than that. Shining in the sun on a December afternoon and brightening their…

On a late afternoon in mid-November, the sun angles low over The Nature Conservancy’s Aravaipa Canyon guesthouse, lighting up a yellowing pecan tree like a flame. Below it, a dozen wild turkeys…

Barry Goldwater looks positively blissful. It’s the summer of 1940, and 31-year-old Barry is deep into a journey along the Colorado River that will make him just the 73rd person to travel through the…