On the way, we drove through Saguaro National Park, home of millions of saguaro cacti. I read speculation once that all the saguaro may be dying, but because they both grow and die so slowly, it’s difficult to tell for a long time. I don’t know whether it’s true. The great majority I have seen, though, are badly damaged at the base, due I suppose to animals. Cactus wrens nest inside the trunks as well.
At this stop I met an older gentleman who introduced himself as Willie and told me he was bicycling across the United States for the fourth time. Nancy thinks he is homeless; she and he may both be right.