We’re home fromArizona, and I must say, Ursula’s Dad & Step-mom were exceptional hosts. They took a mini-vacation with us, up to Jerome, Sedona, and to see the Grand Canyon, and put up with us – well, me – the entire time.
So, impressions :
Phoenix, AZ looks, from the air, like a demented SimCity player planned it. On the ground, it’s like most any other big city I’ve been in, only they expanded out instead of UP. Which probably isn’t so bad, really. And the desert is everywhere. Cactus, Scrub brush, small trees and sand, sand, sand. And I’m not used to just looking off into the distance and seeing mountains. They just sort of APPEAR on the horizon, unlike back home where there’s a lead in of small hills. Flat, flat, flat, Mountain. Takes some getting used to.
On Tuesday we drove up to Sedona, with an extended stop in Jerome. This was my first view of a real desert, and let me say – it isn’t real until you see it. I can watch all the nature shows and read the books and look at photos, but it’s not the same. Ursula had to talk me down at least three times after I just kinda lost it looking at the sheer…desert-ness of it. Cactus! More Cactus! OMG, a real tumbeweed!
Seriously, I was a little kid, seeing it all for the first time.
Jerome is AWESOME. A small artist community stuck on the side of the mountains. We stopped in because I wanted to visit Puscifer and Caduceus, and found history and art and all kinds of good stuff. Plus it was more like the mountains I know. And there’s a different KIND of history there – sure, I live in a town about twice as old as Jerome, but we didn’t have copper mines, or mountain car races.
Sedona – I can’t say anything new about Sedona. Again, I had to be talked down about twice an hour. We’d be walking from one gallery to the other and whoa! Mesa! Rocks! It’s just spectacular. And on our second morning in Sedona, we stopped at the Chapel of the Holy Cross, which is holy ground like none I’ve ever walked.
Finally, the Southern end of the Grand Canyon. Talk about humbling! We are tiny, tiny creatures on this planet, and we have accomplished so much – but NOTHING at all like what water has done to rock there. I need to get in shape so I can walk the canyon, top to bottom and then back to the top…
In the end, Arizona was both what I expected, and not what I expected. I didn’t expect to fall in love with Jerome, and could easily live there if there was work for me.
And now, we’re safely home, dealing with home stuff. I miss vacations, and intend to go back to Arizona again and again.