Today I decided to go for a ride. I got a late start, but it was probably a good thing, since almost all of the traffic was going the other way. I left Tucson and headed to Highway 83. This road through the Santa Rita mountains is a joy to drive on. It has lots of twists that are great to go fast through. When the road is straight there is lots of nice scenery to look at. In the valleys I'd get kind of cold and was wondering if I should have brought the liner for my jacket but once the ride got going, I wasn't cold. When I got to Sonoita, I filled my tank and headed towards Parker Canyon Lake. While 83 going through the Santa Rita was lots of fun it becomes less fun after going though Sonoita. The curves aren't banked and if you aren't careful you run the risk of running off the road or into the other lane. Also the road becomes more and more narrow as the road progresses. This is when it wasn't so great to have the traffic all going the other way. A couple times a vehicle would come around a corner in my lane. About a mile before the lake I turned onto Montezuma Canyon Road, also known as Forest Service Road 48 and before too long I was on above the lake. Soon after I turned down FS 227 or Sunnyside Road and drove through some beautiful high plains. Acres upon acres of prairie grass with groves of Mesquite and Acacia trees. I've never been to Africa but when I drive through scenery like this I always think I should be seeing giraffes on the horizon and that lions are lying in wait in the tall grass by the road. Luckily I made it through without any lion attacks. The road started descending and I turned off of Sunnyside onto Duquesne Road but it still was called FR 61 and arrived in the ghost town of Lochiel. There are still people living in the area and the area seems like a nice, if secluded place to live. I stopped to look at the old one room school house and wanted to drive to look at the old church but there were no trespassing signs posted so I had to turn back. Shortly after the town I came across the historical marker for Fray Marcos de Niza, supposedly the first European to enter Arizona back in 1539. The memorial was built for the 400th anniversary by the National Youth Administration which was part of the WPA back in 1939. I don't know if the town was bigger then but it's a very nice memorial with bench seats to be stuck out where nobody is. I say where nobody is but I figured this would be a good place for a Geocache and looked around a little but didn't see one. I did see something broken on top of the marker but didn't investigate. When I got home I looked it up and read that the cache had been destroyed at least three times so I guess people get out there. They just aren't sitting and meditating about the life of the Franciscan friar I guess.