Last time was at the beginning of November, in Yuma, AZ.
No one cared.
Before that, in July, I carried from Yuma, all the way to the grand canyon, where I disarmed. When I left the canyon, I strapped the revolver back on, and carried all the way back to the California state line.
No one cared. No one looked at me funny, no one called the cops. And, the highway patrol officer I smiled and nodded at smiled and nodded back, without so much as a look at my right hip.