Cactus Hunting: Saguaro National Park
“You alright!?” I heard a thud and a few timid footsteps short after on the quaint ridgeline above me. “We’re chilling,” AJ announced out loud enough for me to hear over the insulation of the desert bush between us. I looked up to the sky. Shortly after 2:45PM and the sun was still beaming down on us from high in the atmosphere. It was early March in southern Arizona, but that never guaranteed that it wasn’t hot. We were dead-set in the northeast corner of the eastern section of the park, making our way down from the infamous “Finger Rock” formation near Wasson Peak. This place had a thing or two to leave me with before it’d let me leave with some pictures and a good tale to tell. Behind the red-washed and pink sunset pictures of high-desert hills teeming with the quintessential large Saguaro cacti, sprawls one of the most underrated wilderness areas in the American southwest. Encircling the northeast, east, and western sides of Tucson, Arizona, lies the very large expanse of Sagu