At dusk, just like clockwork, hundreds if not thousands of giant Sandhill cranes made their appearance. We settled into the campsite, and waited for our feathered friends to arrive. Apparently nobody has thought to broadcast this location around the web, and it’s all the nicer because of it. I know that’s hard to believe in an era when it seems like every RVer is all too eager to share GPS coordinates and drone footage of once-secret boondocking spots. The spot is listed in the directory, but nowhere else on the Internet. Even Jim was awestruck by the cranes flyover.Ībout 3pm we pulled off a dusty dirt road to camp for the night. And I’m happy to say it lived up to my expectations. I found a spot along our route that sounded perfect. Because we subscribe to the Escapees Days End Directory, it was easy to find that ideal place–even near the interstate. And after hooking up in freezing temps at Rodeo de Santa Fe, Jim and I were looking forward to some off-grid boondocking solitude. We needed a pit stop on our way to the Tucson Marathon. Birding Bliss in an Arizona Boondocking Spot I just might go looking for those giant whooping cranes after all. However, we just had a close encounter with another flock of similarly magnificent birds, Sandhill Cranes. But not being a big birding person, I just haven’t made it a priority to see them in our travels. I’ve always wanted to see whooping cranes since reading Cowgirls. The story enlightened me in ways I can’t even begin to get into here. In the book, whooping cranes play a huge role in the plot and evolution of Sissy Hankshaw, my all-time favorite shero. From Books to Boondockingīack in the dark ages, my favorite hippie college professor made Even Cowgirls Get the Blues required reading for his young and impressionable English majors. A Southern Arizona boondocking spot that didn’t disappoint. Little did I know that in a few days we would go off-grid in one of the best Arizona boondocking spots we ever had the privilege of enjoying. It's been real, Arizona, but it's time to officially start our trek back East.After a summer of being hooked up in Colorado, I couldn’t wait to dry camp again. If you watched our recent video we did for the Moment Invitational (that we didn’t win) we filmed most of it at Chiricahua. We all are dying to get back there! I mean, just look at this place! If you get a chance, seriously, you HAVE TO GO THERE! We were so bummed that we only had one day to explore. We saw this place on a book at the visitors center in Coronado National Monument and we were all like, “WE HAVE TO GO THERE!” The kids love climbing on all the rocks near the campsite, but the star of the week was when we visited Chiricahua National Monument! Holy Crap! We stayed 6 nights climbing the rocks, exploring, and adventuring around the area. It was really neat to see everyone out of their campers enjoying the same rainbow with their cups of coffee. Jonathan and I ran outside to snap a few pictures. It had rained most of the night, and we were treated to a beautiful double rainbow. The next morning the place was crazy crowded! So many rigs squeezed into the site behind ours where usually there would only have been space for 2-3 rigs, there were at least 5! But look what we woke up to see! We threw out our camp chairs and left the kids to hold the spot as we went back to get the trailer. And it’s a good thing we did cause we found a good spot near the rocks, and it was just big enough for one rig which means we wouldn't have neighbors too close to us. Even though the lady said all the spots were taken, we wanted to see for ourselves. We then decided to just drop the trailer and go scout with the truck.
So we maneuver the Airstream around and head back down the road only to see another rig pull in literally right in front of us! UGH! I told Jonathan we should just turn around and see if that first spot is still available. She told us she knew all the spots down the road were taken. We pulled in and immediately got waved down by an older lady who seemed to be living there. Jonathan decided to keep going on down the road in hopes of finding a really cool spot near the boulders so the kids would have more of a fun place to play. Coming down the road, I actually spotted an empty space and told Jonathan, "Maybe we should just park there!" since we could see that it was really busy closer into the main camping area.
We pulled into Indian Breadrocks couldn’t believe how busy it was. However, it didn't quite work out that way. Even though they were some of our favorites, we were ready for open spaces and zero neighbors. We had been hooked up for far too long in campgrounds. We packed up and headed out of Lost Dutchman with boondocking in mind. Please read our disclosure for more info. This post may contain affiliate links or compensated reviews.
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