The next day I decided to do a bicycle ride for I couldn't really find any information about any hiking trails in Cave Creek Canyon.
I came across this neat old house.
A bronze plaque in the front yard said it belonged to Edward John Hand, born in England in 1866 and died here in 1937. "Pioneer, rancher, miner and archaeologist". Nothing else. Well, it was nice to think he set these timbers in for his one room home.
Naturally this was a day the wind decided to pick up. It was all fun and games the first half of the ride, downhill out of the canyon with the wind at my back. Coming back was another matter.
I had to stop at the closed ranger station for a rest and eat my apple.
I made myself at home on the front porch.
Next door was the bunkhouse. Imagine setting all these stones in place.
Back at camp Sinbad was happy to see me, but you wouldn't know it by the look on his face.
He does this to me every time I point the camera at him, the brat.
He liked his tree.
The wind only grew worse and I did not even go outside and try for the sunset photo I missed the night before.