Andrew Healey saddles up for a cowboy adventure at a wheelchair-accessible dude ranch in ArizonaFlying from anywhere in the world into Las Vegas is a culture shock,but to then quit it for the scrub and sagebrush of the Mojave desert is an equally dramatic assault on the senses. The sunsets may be the same, but look at that mountain horizon and, or my God,those stars.
At the discontinuance of a drive to Yucca, Arizona, and 200 miles south-east of Vegas,we swung through the ranch gate and climbed out to a laconic “Howdy” from a cowpoke who introduced himself as Tex, the head wrangler. In chaps, and a battered Stetson and with a soup-strainer moustache,Tex immediately provided – to fans of dilapidated western movies like us – a far more thrilling encounter than anything Sin City could offer.
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Source: theguardian.com