On Thursday morning, Nancy and I enjoyed another delicious breakfast at Casa de San Pedro. We again started with fresh fruit, this time accompanied by a small chocolate pastry and then two poached eggs served over flatbread, ham and cheese, with a hollandaise sauce and mild chiles. It was all great.
After breakfast, as we were walking around the grounds of the B & B looking for birds, a Border Patrol helicopter made two low passes over us and the cottonwood trees of the San Pedro River, causing the tops of the trees to flail and scaring out a hawk. We had noticed several Border Patrol cars the previous night as we went and returned from Bisbee too.
We packed up our things and checked out, noticing a Border Patrol truck with two saddled horses in a trailer just outside the B & B. We drove about 30 minutes to the Coronado National Memorial located at the start of Montezuma Canyon near Hereford. We went into the visitor’s center and walked around the oak and grassland habitat nearby. Then we drove up to Montezuma’s Vista overlook via a narrow, windy gravel road that was about 2 miles long. On the way up, a Border Patrol truck passed us, then when we reached the top, it was preparing to drive back down. We figured the agents had used the overlook to look for immigrants trying to enter the country. The view from the vista was expansive, looking clear into Mexico. It was windy but there were a few birds in the bushes and soaring over the pass.



Returning to the visitor’s center, we noticed Border Patrol agents with a saddled horse nearby, possibly with someone they had apprehended. We continued driving, stopping at a diner in Sierra Vista for lunch and then making the hour-long drive to Tucson.
Our hotel for the night was The Tuxon near downtown. It was pretty standard looking from the outside, but modernly decorated on the inside. It was over 90 degrees in town and our room doors and windows faced the afternoon sun. The heavy window blinds were closed to keep the sun out of the windows, but the metal door handles were super hot. The room air conditioning struggled to keep up.

We went out for Mexican food at Mi Nidito (My Little Nest), famous for good food and because Bill Clinton had eaten there in the 1990s. I had nopal-filled enchiladas and we both enjoyed our meals.
We saw on the local news that Cochise County, where we had just been in Hereford, was experiencing an uptick in illegal immigrants and high-speed chases after people transporting them, so that must have been why we had seen so many Border Patrol agents. Yet the Border Patrol checkpoint on the highway from Sierra Vista, where we had expected to be stopped, wasn’t operating for Tucson-bound traffic so we were happy about that because it would have slowed our trip.


























