When Paul "doesn't know" where he wants to take a drive, I know, He knows, and I'll learn soon enough. Typically, it also means he doesn't want me to nix his plans. Since it was his birthday, I was willing to go most anywhere he wanted to go. I don't mention it here on my blog, because, well, it's not something most people want to hear; but it's relevant to my story; I have IBS. I don't like being too far from restrooms. ALL the rest stops from our home in Buckeye to Lyndsey's Apartment are known and rated. Dirt roads in the middle of no-where is NOT something I'd ever choose. Unlike Paul, who's never seen a dirt turn off he didn't want to travel down, I like to stay in well populated areas, with clean shiny restrooms. Eating on a travel day is not part of the plan, EVER.
Ok enough info. We set out to go the back way to Wickenburg, but I sensed more a foot. I sensed a dirt road in my future. Yes indeed! There was a Ghost town he wanted to see. Well, the ghost town was really more of a trailer town. OUT in the middle of NO WHERE. We drove an additional 6.2 miles on a second dirt road to see a formation of rocks Paul read about in AZ Highways. He promised me it would be worth the hard drive on a dirt road in the middle of no where. I "endured" the road, camera ready, to see what I expected to be a beautiful orange formation of rocks. This is common in AZ, in the middle of no where. The road started turning and Paul said, there it is!!!