Quito Baquito


Suguaro Cactus in setting sunAgain and again we returned to Quito Baquito. We saw it at night, at dawn, at midday. We wandered along remnants of little irrigation ditches dug by Papago Indians. We came across fig and pomegranate trees run wild. And when we left in darkness, all around, beyond the confines of the oasis, the high columns and contorted arms of the saguaros rose, massive and black, against the glittering expanse of the desert stars.
— Edwin Way Teale, Wandering Through Winter, 1965

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