After we Del Taco, we returned to the park with the small mountain.
A hole in the roof of the mini-mountain.
Eric looking down on all that he rules after he ascended the peak of the mini-mountain.
The view from the mini-mountain.
Eric descending the mini-mountain.
The not so rugged group photo by a parking lot.
Look, we could be out in the middle of the wilderness!
The tomb of some guy who was such a big jerk, he wouldn’t let anybody else be governor of Arizona.
That evening we dropped Eric and Lowell back off at the resort and made the arduous journey out to Coolidge, Arizona. McCain Country.