The recent rains were a welcome relief from a very dry winter, which lent a certain rain forest ambience to Gates Pass. It just so happened I had been watching Duel in the Sun (1946) recently, the end of which was filmed a hop, skip, and a jump from Gates Pass on the other side of Golden Gate Mountain. That's the part where Jennifer Jones is going after mean ol' Gregory Peck with her lever action rifle and plenty of attitude. I give Jones (or her stunt double) credit for crawling, falling, climbing, and otherwise scraping the hell out of her knees and elbows en route to her doomed rendezvous with "Lewt." (If I got my directions right, part of her journey was through what is now the fake turf and turquoise pools of Tucson Estates.) About once every 45 seconds director King Vidor cuts to the blazing sun overhead, and the whole business is overwrought with summer sweat, Dimitri Tiomkin's sizzling symphony, and the Oscar-baiting ghost of David O. Selznick. You gotta love it and I certainly do. It's grand love in the dust, and a far cry from me standing in the middle of Chollas in the Mist.