Monthly Archives: August 2016

Mini moon…

Three years ago, about this time, my husband and I christened his new pickup by bringing it up to Williams Mountain, parking it somewhere in the middle of the woods, and throwing an air mattress in the back.  After a bottle of wine (or two) by the fire we crawled in and fell asleep counting asteroids thanks to the annual Perseid Meteor shower.  There is nothing like waking up in the middle of the night to have the universe as your ceiling.  Plus, you can’t help but get giddy wishing upon a shitload of falling stars.

A few nights ago we got to do this again, and it was amazing (well except for the massive bug that buzzed us a few times and my 3 a.m. irrational fear of getting devoured by a bear or mountain lion —- Joe’s snoring could possibly pass as a mating call).

Sorry I didn’t think to grab my camera and take pics at night

As much as we travel I know you’d think we’d honeymoon somewhere exotic like Fiji or the Maldives, but because of lack of time off (for Joe) and money (it happens) we opted for a few nights up north, which is really the only right way for us to commemorate our 10 years of putting up with one another, and first month of marriage.   This is who we are —- but no worries we have plenty of other travel adventures ahead of us, including those exotic islands we have not yet snored on.

We began our little vacation Wednesday night inhaling Moscow Mules in the pool while strategising our Olympic synchronised cannon ball routine —- seriously we could bring home gold.  Next day after running errands (including Joe signing the papers that sold his house —- whoop whoop!  mine is next) we booked a room at St. Michaels, an early 1900s hotel on Whiskey Row in Prescott.  We strolled, we ate, we drank, we mingled with folk, and we watched Americans kick ass in the Olympics (we can swim, volley and summersault the hell out of ourselves, can’t we).

In the morning we walked alongside Granite creek.  It’s a lovely little walk we didn’t even know existed —- despite the many times we’ve been to Prescott.  You can enter it off of Gurley street, two blocks down from St. Michaels hotel.

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the creek as seen from its entrance

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lil red bridge

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Shroom town!

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more creek for you…

Then we headed up to Williams for our no-tent camping trip and hike for one night.  Our second night there we spent in a Williams hotel (because Mama demanded more tub and real toilet time on her honeymoon).

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Today, after putzing around and enjoying more of Williams, we drove up to Flagstaff and for the first time ever rode the ski lift to the top of Snowbowl.  My pictures cannot do the experience justice.

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While I wrote most of this my man napped in the shade of a tree; butterflies dared each other to touch him (I’d post the pic I took, but only the butterflies and I should witness his extraverted belly busting out for a photo bomb).  All I heard was the wind through the forest and birds and insects busying themselves with their morning chores.  Later on I rested under the same tree and watched clouds embrace each other to bless us with a small rain shower.  The best parts of our honeymoon were all gifts from nature, and it just doesn’t get any better than that.

We’re back in Phoenix now, but in three days I leave again for the other desert I live in. I will think of all of this when I sip my coffee in my heavily air conditioned Al Ain apartment, and I will once again thank the powers that be for the many miracles in my life.  Blessed Be, Allah Akbar, and Amen!

Bonding in Sedona…

 

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Forgive my focus on all that green, but you see I see so little of it so it gives me joy.

It’s raining real rain — not the normal two-second tease — in Phoenix.  It’s dark outside, the dogs are huddled by my feet (as if I could protect them), and my youngest is snuggled up in his bed sleeping his way through the storm.  It’s an awesome morning to sip my coffee and share some more photos.

A few weeks ago Kyle moved from Colorado to Sedona, so on Wednesday Kaylene and I took a mother-daughter day to enjoy one of our favourite places on earth while getting the chance to visit our boy.  We treated ourselves to a ‘room,’ which turned out to be a mini cabin.  We loved it so much I’m thinking of booking a night there with Joe (because I now have a really good excuse to drive up to Sedona again, although does one ever need an excuse to visit living art?).  I won’t waste your time bragging about how wonderfully awesome my kids are (hehehe guess I just did), but I will tell you how proud I am of my babies.  Man oh man I have spent countless hours worrying about each of them and some of their choices, but this time I have with them now is proof that I need to just let them be and continue doing their adult thing their way.  They’ve totally got this.

Kyle has learned that he is most grounded and most at peace surrounded by nature.  He is finding his way, and I’m so glad Kaylene and I got to enjoy a bit of his happiness with him. Sedona is already proving to be a good move for him and his pooch Piper (if his dog nurturing skills are any indication of the kind of father he will one day be, I envy my future grand children).  I also envy Kaylene and Aaron’s future babies.  Ohhhh and I so want to write about them now too, but I’ll do that privately so you can get your chance to enjoy some pics of Sedona (and two of my amazing offspring).  Long story short the three of us had a fantastic time together.

For those of you who’ve never been to Sedona it’s a must-see if you ever go to Arizona.  It’s kind of the reverse of the Grand Canyon.  When you see the Grand Canyon you look down (unless you’re one of the lucky ones who also get to hike to its bottom), when you go to Sedona you look up.  Artists, psychics, naturalists thrive there.  It’s a spiritual place thanks to its beauty, its connection to ancient times (use your imagination and you’ll see faces embedded in its walls), and its vortexes — although I honestly don’t know much about the vortexes.  For me hiking through its woods and trails is magic enough; maybe its the vortex energy, maybe it’s not — who cares because it’s all good.  So, please do make sure you hike as much as shop if you ever get a chance to visit.  And hey if you’re into the psychic thing get a reading or buy a crystal while you’re at it.

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Fun times with two of my kiddos

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A boy and his dog…

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So, this creek is right near where Kyle lives.  THIS is where his dog gets to play every day while Kyle sometimes strums his guitar (sorry no guitar pics this time around).  Lucky dog!

Aaron, my youngest, had to work so he couldn’t make this trip with us, but we’ve had plenty of mother/son lunches.  Sadly since he still lives at the house we don’t think to take pics doing our thing together, but he’s as awesome to spend time with as his brother — and  I’m gonna sneak some shots of him and post before I leave!

Next up?  A weekend in Yuma visiting friends, and then Joe and I will have a few days up north by ourselves, and then I’ll cry my eyes out leaving the fam until we gather together again.

 

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