Big rain clouds just highlight the dramatic formations. We settle into campsite #1, but Alex prefers #4. It is a bit more secluded and backs right up to the spot where the mountains begin to rise above the valley. The odd method for self-registration means that payment in the envelope goes into the "iron ranger" and the stub is clipped to the campsite post. #4 is not occupied, but there is a stub with today's date. The stub will expire tomorrow.
It remains unoccupied when Alex awakens at 530 am; so Q migrates to campsite #4 long before anyone else might think of driving in to claim it. Alex puts up our tarp so that we can be outside - and it may also have the usual effect of stopping the rain.
Saguaros are huge!
A huge cracked boulder dwarfs Alex. We hear occasional rock falls that remind us that this is a changing landscape.
It isn't until our second day here as we are returning from the backroads drive that we notice the cartoon bunny shaped saguaro at the turn-off to the campground.
Alamo Creek campground is also one of the best places in the park to see organ pipe cacti for which the park is named.
PS: We are ever aware of border issues. Reminders come from signs warning of illegal aliens who may be carrying black water bottles. This odd warning remains a puzzle even as we consider that it is likely contraband rather than humans creating risk. Still reading and agreeing with: