Like fools, we rushed right in where only all-terrain vehicles should have tread and found ourselves on a hair-raising ride over a rocky, wash-board mountain pass. Eventually we met up with the paved road and arrived at the town of Patagonia, in southern Arizona, where we seem to be the only guests at the Stage Stop Inn. Across the road is the Velvet Elvis, where we had an excellent dinner and had the place to ourselves. Loved the colorful Navajo blankets hanging on all the walls and yes, the velvet Elvis painting over the bar.
