By Jane Hunter

In 2012, during a productive exploration of the Tortolita Mountains, Joe Orman, Crested Saguaro Society member, and a small group of dedicated trekkers, spotted a saguaro that was in its early stages of cresting. It wasn’t a particularly impressive crested saguaro, but every discovery of these rare specimens is exciting, and Joe was pleased to add it to the database maintained by the society. Because he was convinced that it would one day be a glorious specimen, Joe named the saguaro “Bound for Glory”.
The Crested Saguaro Society is a group of dedicated naturalists who volunteer their time and resources to learn about and share their observations of crested/cristate saguaros and other mutated cactus. They collect photographs and information about these unique cacti and maintain a database with images and other pertinent information. To protect these rare cacti, access to the details, including the GPS data, is restricted to a small group of society members, but the photos of the spectacular array of cacti can be viewed on their website.

More than ten years later, in Spring 2023, as an aspiring AZ Master Naturalist, I reached out to Joe to tell him about a crested saguaro I had seen while bushwhacking through a remote area of the Tortolitas with a friend. The society had no record of the cactus, so Joe arranged a visit to gather info and photos of the saguaro. Within minutes of arriving at the base of the beautiful specimen, Joe spotted another one, just a few hundred yards from where we stood, that neither my friend nor I had noticed. As a result of hunting for these unique cacti for many years, Joe has developed an uncanny ability to spot them, sometimes from miles away. On this trip, he spotted a rare ring crested saguaro that he named “Ruby Ring”. Just before driving off, he used his binoculars to take one last look at the ridge and spotted a new crested saguaro that he tucked away in his mind.

A year later, in April 2024, Joe reached out to arrange another visit. On a beautiful and challenging trek up a wildflower-covered hillside, Joe, Harry Ford, also a Crested Saguaro Society member, and I made our way to the new crested saguaro that Joe had discovered. As expected, it was beautiful. Next, we ventured across the hillside to visit “Bound for Glory”. Joe’s satisfaction as he gazed up at the majestic saguaro in all its glory against the clear blue sky was obvious. It was wonderful to see his joy and a special treat for me to spend the morning with this pair of dedicated naturalists.

By Suzanne Wright

I first fell in love with the Sonoran Desert when my then-employer held a national sales meeting at the Boulders Resort & Spa in Carefree, Arizona. I was 24 and I was blown away.
Walking amid soaring saguaros, encountering a rattlesnake, hearing the staccato hoo hoo hoo of a great horned owl, experiencing blazing pink and orange sunsets, smelling the perfume of a monsoon-dampened creosote, craning my neck to the inky star-strewn night sky—it all felt surreal, like a movie set or a dream.
But being here also felt familiar and comfortable, which is rarely true for newcomers to a desert. I believe in past lives and I believe I’ve lived one, maybe more, here in the Sonoran Desert.
That indelible first impression was seared into my soul. And though I lived amongst skyscrapers in Atlanta for many, many more years, I returned to the Arizona desert as often as I could.
So decades later, when I finally uprooted my good life in Georgia, it may have seemed sudden to some, but it was really epochs in the making, in the dreaming, in the yearning, and finally, in the doing.
The Sonoran Desert embraced me and I embraced it. The Sonoran Desert has remade me.
My relationship with this fierce and fragile place is the most powerful and the truest I’ve ever known. Living here is not without drama—searing days, angry winds, unexpected snow, fearsome floods, the Bighorn Fire—but never turmoil of the human kind.
It’s drama that eventually heals itself and that’s been an ongoing teacher and a balm to me.
I build hours, days, weeks, months, years—this is my 13th year here—and ultimately, my new and improved life around being outside, exploring, pondering, learning. I find myself falling in love again and again and again in this lush desert, in every season.
I’ve always been curious, adventurous, observant, and capable. But never more so than here. I’m stronger and smarter, too. And surprisingly, more compassionate.
Because I make a living as a freelance writer, I’ve increasingly turned to telling stories about the Sonoran Desert, Arizona, and other regional Southwestern destinations. I’m passionate about the issues we face collectively in our ever-shrinking wilderness.
In my first year living in Cave Creek, I met a woman while hiking. She invited me over for a glass of wine. It was an upscale custom home that backed up to an arroyo. Out of the brush, a mama javelina and three reds the size of fat bread loaves ambled through the wash, their hooves clacking on the rocks.
This woman was immediately up. Cursing, she grabbed an empty glass bottle, and hurled it at the family, sending all four into a running panic.
I was stunned and saddened and enraged in equal measure.
I set down my glass, pushed back my chair, and began to speak, saying this was their land first, it was we who were the interlopers. How this was the behavior of any animal ensuring the safety of its young.
She dismissed me with her hand and something about her toppled flower pots.
I thanked her for her hospitality (I’m still a Southerner, culturally), but said I didn’t believe we shared the values required for friendship.
Then I left while her jaw gaped open.
That was the impetus to channel my fury into volunteering at the Desert Foothills Land Trust and the McDowell Sonoran Conservancy before I eventually settled in Tucson.
As more and more people move into the Sonoran Desert, there is a pressing and greater need to educate, whether formally or informally, in person or online, one-on-one or to groups.
There’s a necessity to debunk so many wrong-headed actions: trampling wildflowers for a selfie, building cairns, poisoning packrats, killing snakes, flooding yards with bright lights, feeding wildlife, going off trail, pulling native species, planting thirty grass lawns, decrying migrants.
Grrrrrr.
This is far from an exhaustive list. I’ve had endless conversations on all these topics and more.
Sometimes I’ve gotten a point across to someone or at least made them think. Other times, I can tell their opinions are unshakeable, their hearts are hardened. Regardless, I’ll continue to champion what I know is right and what matters now and into the future.
I relish a debate and I’m committed to continue speaking out.
It’s a good fight, a necessary fight. We need impassioned crusaders advocating for our remarkable place on the planet, our beloved Sonoran Desert. It feels like a duty. Like a purpose. Like a calling.
The efforts matter. The results matter. We make a difference.
Titles have never mattered much to me; I long ago tossed my college diploma. So the paper certificate I’ll be awarded for my course completion isn’t the reward.
Being a Master Naturalist is a fast-track to creating greater awareness, changing hearts and minds, and plugging into a community of like-minded souls. When my energy flags, I need to be surrounded by and inspired by the many others who share my desire to safeguard the place we call home.
In the spirit of the raven, I’m proud to crow about being a Pima County Master Naturalist.
Our Pima Chapter Community Partner, the Cooper Center for Environmental Learning, hosted their annual Spring Critter Camp on March 11-12. The Cooper Center site is situated on 10 acres of pristine Sonoran desert land, 7 miles west of downtown Tucson. Julie Concannon, Jane Hunter, Jack Brooks, and Justine Hernandez from Cohort 8 and Summer Marshall from Cohort 6 volunteered and assisted with planned outdoor programs for the Sunrise Drive Elementary school student group. Fun and educational activities included mixing pallets of the desert, learning how to use binoculars, and how to identify tracks, skulls and scat. The students surely had an unforgettable outdoor nature experience. – Intro Deb Petrich, Cohort 1

Volunteer Experience and Photos contributed by Julie Concannon, Cohort 8: Sunrise Drive Elementary School held Critter Camp at the Cooper Center on March 11-12. Justine, Jane, Jack, and Julie from the newly-minted Master Naturalist Cohort 8 showed up to help out. We completely enjoyed our time with the classes from Sunrise School. There were several classes at this camp. One of the classes was a Chinese Immersion Class. The kids were pretty surprised when I greeted them in Mandarin (Ni hao’). You never know what skill you are going to use from your Master Naturalist Bag. There were three stations for us to handle. Jack volunteered for Mixing Pallets of the Desert Class. I had never seen this activity before and went to observe them. The activity of mixing colors to achieve desert colors made my fingers itch to do art. Justine was selected to help with teaching children how to use binoculars-and bonus, she got to work with the researcher from Tucson Bobcats. Those children spent time looking for Bobcat kittens on the adjacent mountain next to Cooper Center. I ran the Skulls and Scat table. It is pretty amusing to watch the kid’s faces when they finally realize the scat is rubber and that they could touch it. I told my friends that “I was likely their only friend who had scat on their countertop.” They replied “certainly the only one that was proud of it.” Critter Camp was a really fun volunteer opportunity.

Charlotte Ackerman, Catalina Foothills STEM Integration Specialist, created a file of pictures from the field trip for our viewers and naturalists to enjoy. In addition, she scanned thank you notes from the students that referenced their activities and some that expressed the students’ enthusiasm for the day so well. Charlotte noted: ‘…they are all still talking about it! Thank you to all for the help.’ Thanks to Peggy Ollerhead, Cohort 3, for providing Charlotte’s comments, photos link and thank you notes.
Camp Cooper Thank You notes
The Pima County Master Naturalists (PCMN) have been watching folks take delight in a beautiful mesquite box full of scat for years. No matter where we are, people make a point of trying to figure out which animals call the places they are visiting in the Sonoran Desert home, based on what they leave behind. So when the opportunity to participate in the Tucson Festival of Books on March 9-10, with over 180 local and national exhibitors, we were thrilled!

Everyone who chats with the master naturalists at an event has a story to tell and it most always delights. They reveal the name of their favorite 4th grade teacher who introduced them to owl pellets, the ‘gift of scat’ the bobcats leave on their patios and the enchanting call of the coyotes they hear but never see. This year at Science City, a part of the Festival of Books, all of us who volunteered, had a story of our own to tell about how folks are charmed by our wild spaces! By partnering with Pima County Parks and Natural Resources, we were able to include track activities, including a kinetic sandbox with track molds, and a pocket-sized take-home field guide using stamps of the tracks of some of our most familiar desert critters.


We distributed over 400+ field guides in two days to both Tucson residents and out of town visitors. Every individual left with a better appreciation of who else shares our trails, arroyos and wild spaces and the newfound knowledge of how they might identify even those critters they will not see.
As a multi-day event, the Tucson Festival of Books required a team of volunteers. Many thanks to the following folks: Jenna Marvin C3 (who wasn’t able to attend in person, but folded over 500 field guides) and Melissa Mundt, C5 and Course Coordinator, who helped with logistics, copying and gathering materials. Saturday’s team of volunteers (captained by Peggy Ollerhead C3) included Andrea Hoerr C3, Chris Robie C6, Linda Dugan C5, Penny Miller C2, Linda Doughty C6, Dana Hook C6, and Jan Schwartz C4. Sunday’s crew was captained by Izetta Feeney C6 and included Sue Robertson C8, Rita Hartman C8, Francesca Ziemba C6, and Summer Marshall C6.


Post and Photos Peggy Ollerhead, Cohort 3; photo of F. Ziemba from Dana Hook ,Cohort 6
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