January 10, 2020.....we continued driving east out of Phoenix, Arizona and spent a few nights camped in the desert just west of the Maricopa Mountains. It was here that I met a federal agent and had a most interesting conversation. We were talking about drug smuggling and illegal immigrants and I happened to mention that I had camped near Table Top Mountain a few weeks prior and he says "yea I know we saw you". Well, I hadn't seen him (or them) and when I asked how he replied "from the air.....we were watching you". He went on to tell me that my current location and my Table Top Mountain location were both located on prime smuggling routes. He said that the cartel had spotters in the mountains and while we talked he said that the spotters were talking about us (he could hear them on his radio). He had so many fascinating stories I think we could have talked all day and into the night.....
I made a few long hikes there in that desert.....never felt threatened or anything like that.....never saw anything unusual or suspicious.....
We reconnected with Interstate 8 and continued our drive west. We passed through Gila Bend, Arizona and made our next stop at Painted Rocks, about an eleven mile drive north of the interstate, and just south of the Gila River. Many times I've passed this exit and never chose to check it out.....
The campground (which I did not occupy) is directly adjacent to the Painted Rocks.....
I've read and heard mix reviews about this place. It's literally a huge pile of rocks in the desert.....and it is beyond me what the attraction was to come here and "paint" these rocks.....
Now when it comes to the Wild West I'm pretty much an Indian guy.....I mean as a little kid I was always pulling for the Indians when I watched a cowboy and Indian battle on TV. But honestly, here, I seemed to like the "Cowboy" art (somewhere I'd read that this is what it is called) better than the "Indian" art.....
You may wonder why I finally visited this place after passing by so many times.....well, it was the nearby Gila River that I was really after.....I wanted Yukon to grab a cool dip. It turned out that the river was just too far away from the parking area.....her lame shoulder and leg just couldn't get it done.....we continued west.....