There is a wild corner of the Sonoran desert where I often go to do my work or simply reflect. Only a few hunters, prospectors, biologists and cowboys know the area. In all the years that I have gone there, I have rarely seen another person. It is a landscape of rugged mountains and broad sweeping valleys. As I go there now in my imagination, my mind’s eye surveys familiar territory. Looking out over the saguaro-studded desert, a flood of memories comes to me. Each portion of my view reminds me of a different part of the rich tapestry of experiences I have had here. Each adventure had its own challenges, successes and failures.  Places like this are rare and I feel lucky to have this refuge. Its wildness gives me the freedom to make my own choices and learn my own lessons. Whenever I go to this sanctuary, either down the rutted, dusty roads, or in my thoughts, my spirit is renewed and I am reminded of the magic the Sonoran Desert has shown me.