From today's New York Times, this article caught my attention. Tucson Is a City That Encourages You to Explore A cactus garden at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, about 10 miles outside Tucson, Caitlin O'Hara for The New York Times
The
change, and how quickly it came, took me by surprise. One minute we
were in the heart of Tucson, Ariz., among the restaurants, coffee shops
and businesses you’d expect in a metro area of more than a million
people. Scarcely 15 minutes later it was as if we were hundreds of miles
from civilization. Surrounded by the muted bronze and sage colors of
the desert, my cousin Melanie (and her three children) and I
took in the silence, the desert brush and towering saguaro cactuses that
stretched 20 or 30 feet into the air. One of the best things about
Tucson, I discovered, is how easy it is to leave Tucson. That’s not a
knock against the city — I mean it in the most complimentary way
possible.
The Old Pueblo, as the city
is sometimes called, is a special place. Unlike many major urban
centers, whose bragging rights are that you don’t have to leave the city
limits to find what you want, Tucson is a place that encourages you to
explore. Yes, there is beautiful public art throughout, as well as a UNESCO recognized culinary scene.
But within easy access are breathtaking mountainscapes, desert kitsch
and outstanding wildlife-viewing opportunities. Tucson is worth a visit
for any traveler, regardless of means, but I’m happy to say I kept well
within my modest budget when I visited last month.
“It’s
a city that doesn’t feel as big as it is,” said my uncle Brian, an avid
outdoorsman and decades-long resident. Melanie
compared the city to Phoenix, just two hours away: “We preserve our
natural desert landscape,” she said. “If you look around Phoenix, there
are a lot of lawns. People have …” “Grass.”
The civic predilection toward conservation was apparent at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum,
just 10 miles outside the city. The museum, which encompasses nearly 100 acres, aims
to challenge the traditional concept of what a museum can be by
creating a mutually symbiotic relationship with the surrounding desert.
Founded in 1952, it’s a bit of everything rolled into one: a zoo, a
botanical garden and a place to hike — 85 percent of the museum is
outdoors.
It
happens to be a great place to take kids but is fun for all, regardless
of age. I walked around the grounds with my cousin and her young ones,
enjoying the surprisingly lush and diverse species of desert flora:
saguaros, brittlebush and the teddy bear cholla cactus, which looks
cuddly but is deceptively prickly. (Don’t touch it. Seriously.) We saw
wolves, bighorn sheep, prairie dogs and even a mountain lion in
different enclosures.
People watch the sunset from Windy Point Lookout at Mount Lemmon.Caitlin O'Hara for The New York Times
While west of the city, I hiked a bit in Saguaro National Park.
That is where I really came to appreciate the giant saguaros and
understand why they’re called the guardians of the desert. They’re
massive, green columnar structures with multiple arms and sharp spines,
able to grow as tall as 50 or 60 feet. They look like what a child might
produce if you asked for a drawing of a cactus.
More great hiking opportunities await in the northeastern outskirts of the city at Sabino Canyon. I went out one morning with Melanie, her husband, and their kids, and trekked along Upper Sabino Canyon road,
forging into the Pusch Ridge Wilderness and intertwining with the Sabino
Creek. We passed mesquite trees with their long, tentacle-like roots as
well as creosote bushes, which give off a distinct, earthy desert smell
after a rain. A trolley will take you up the length of the road ($10
for adults) but we hiked the length of it, and back, a distance of about
7.5 miles.
Of course, there’s plenty to do within the city, too. I was lucky enough to be in town at the same time as the Tucson Rodeo,
an annual tradition that began in 1925. I took in some barrel racing, in which competitors on horses
run a timed course around a series of barrels — then noticed the crowd
grow eager with anticipation as the bull riding began.
A mural by Joe Pagac on the Borderlands Brewing Company.Caitlin O'Hara for The New York Times
I’ve
somehow managed to not talk about the food in Tucson yet —
unforgivable, given the sheer volume and quality of its
Sonoran-influenced cuisine. Southern Arizona has a style of Mexican food
all its own, one distinguishing characteristic being the use of
homemade flour tortillas. The flour tortilla is elevated to an art form in Tucson: a stretchy, chewy, yielding halo
that goes perfectly with both tacos and burritos.
Get your fix at Tania's Flour Tortillas and Mexican Food,
a modest restaurant in the Drexel Heights area west of the airport. My
plate of carne asada was excellent — juicy and smoky — and came with
rice and refried beans. The best part, though, were the
tortillas — two big ones about 18 inches in diameter that clearly had
just come freshly off the grill.
Also close to the airport is Aqui Con El Nene, that
specializes in a taco yaqui, a type of taco I didn’t even know I
needed in my life. Take a chile relleno stuffed with cheese, mushrooms,
beef and bacon, and lay it flat on two tortillas next to some charred
spring onions and you’ve practically got a meal. I didn’t stop there,
though: The man behind the counter recommended the birria, a kind of
spiced meat stew usually made with goat or beef. It was a good
recommendation. The shredded beef inside was fall-apart tender.
Another favorite was St. Mary's Mexican Food, just west of the 10 Freeway, whichspecializes
in traditional home-style Sonoran dishes. Behind the dusty orange
edifice of St. Mary’s, which began as a small tamale and tortilla
business in 1978, were some of the best burros and tamales I’ve had in ages. I had a nearly perfect bacon,
egg and cheese burrito one morning packed into a beautifully
pliant flour tortilla. I also got a couple of green corn tamales for the
road — steamed in fresh green
husks, these tamales were moist and flavorful.
Traditional
family-style restaurants abound, too, if you’re in the mood for a full
sit-down experience with colorful décor, roaming mariachis and tableside
salsas. I had a great meal at Guadalajara Original Grill,
which has live music and colorful murals to accompany its traditional
dishes. Salsa made at your table by roving employees is fresh and spicy and the food is satisfying —
particularly the molcajete carnitas, pork and vegetables in a
tomato-based sauce served in a searing-hot bowl made from volcanic rock.
After
getting a good handle on Tucson and its immediate environs, I decided
to explore even farther out. I spent an entire day driving a big loop
southeast of the city, stopping at different cities and towns along the
way. My first destination? To do some birding, of course. Southern
Arizona has some of the finest bird-watching opportunities in the
country, and so I made the 100-mile drive to Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area to witness an amazing annual spectacle: the tens of thousands of sandhill cranes that winter there.
The
majestic birds leave early in the morning to feed, then return late in
the day. I arrived around 11 and took my spot among the other watchers.
Things didn’t really pick up for another hour or so — but when it did,
it was unlike anything I’d ever seen. There was a far-off purring or
growling noise on the horizon, with what looks to be a dark cloud.
Suddenly, the cloud disappeared. Then reappeared. Finally, the cloud
transformed into hundreds upon hundreds of sandhill cranes. The cranes,
which share the area with cinnamon teals, northern shovelers and other
birds, came in, wave after impressive wave, until thousands were milling
around on the banks.
Just
a half-hour west, the small town of Tombstone was the next logical
stop. Known for its place in history as a late 19th-century boomtown
because of the presence of local silver mines, Tombstone is most famous
as the site of the gunfight at the O.K. Corral. You can also visit the Boothill Graveyard where the
victims of the shootout are buried.
On
my last day, I drove up the winding road leading to the top of Mount
Lemmon, the highest point in the Santa Catalina Mountains, with a clear
goal in mind: to catch a signature Southwest sunset. The drive up, while
slow going, is fantastic. The views of the valley are wonderful, and
it’s interesting to see the desert flora change as you get higher and
higher (the omnipresent saguaros slowly disappear).
Finally, I reached Windy Point Lookout,
and exited my car to the noticeably chillier and windier weather. I hiked a few minutes out over the rocks until I’d found a
quiet place with no other people in sight, just as the sun was beginning
to disappear. Watching the prismatic canvas of blues and pinks slowly
fade into dusk, the stereotype of “snowbirds” — people who spend their
winters in Arizona — suddenly made perfect sense to me. The sandhill
cranes really had it figured out.
