Vacation Review -- Off to Wickenburg!

You know the verse in "God Bless America" -- "From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam..."

Well, I felt as though I might be living a verse not written to that song!

"From the mountains to the desert to the midwest, white with snow!"

We'll leave the snow photos for later -- I just can't cope! But the desert -- that's another matter!

We drove down from Flagstaff to Wickenberg and Cousins John...

... and Pat.

We got a bit of a late start -- Rick's canyon jaunt tuckered him out and left him hobbling. He needed a good sleep. But once we hit the road, it was straight on!

John and Pat live in the desert, a spot with a character all its own. No bright greens and other colors. Instead, it is a medley of earth tones. The browns range from sand and tan to sepia; the greens are soft.

But when the sun sets -- well, there's plenty of color then!

It was divine to sit by the pool, watching the sunset, catching up -- knowing full well that in Michigan it was snowing like crazy, and mighty cold.

This was part of our view...

...and so was this. The sunset made you gasp!

John and Pat have two dogs -- Tank and Gus, who found a soft touch in Rick!

I, for one, could not resist Tank. From little Ham to big Tank, quite the difference, but both were wonderful!

John and Pat collect Western art. They have beautiful pieces, but if I could have walked out with anything slipped into my carry-on, it would be this duo of chickens...

...or this horse painting -- what wonderful colors!

You'll recall Rick was limping a tad -- kind and compassionate Pat helped him out with some Alleve.

John, on the other hand, thought it would be a fine time to race my bike racer-boy.

John said he'd use his big-tire red bike and let Rick use his other.

Rick declined. I knew he had to be hurting! I don't think he ever turned down a biking challenge in his life!

But Tank seemed to enjoy it!

Eventually it was time to leave -- but what a lovely holiday.

Past the horses. Down the highway to the Phoenix airport. All aboard. Homeward bound.

A post script. We arrived home and after getting our bags, took the shuttle to the car park. Our car had a good six inches of ice and frozen snow on both windshields. After breaking a wiper, we took off, almost unable to believe we had been in 70 degree weather so recently.

I am beginning to catch up on reading blogs between holiday festivities. Looking forward to seeing you soon!

First Stop: Flagstaff and the Mountains

We kept hearing reports of wretched weather in our home territory -- but in Las Vegas and in Arizona it was beautiful -- unseasonably warm for the mountains of Flagstaff, our first stop.

We were staying with cousins Nancy and Walt, generous hosts who welcomed us far too late at night with open arms and a comfy bed!

This was our view from the bedroom!

After the relentless sounds of Las Vegas, the quiet of this little haven was a joy.

Walt took Rick and me to Walnut Creek Canyon where we walked deep into the canyon to observe the rock dwellings of a thousand years ago.

There is little room to maneuver on the paths that go straight down to the bottom of the
canyon. It's amazing to think how people lived here, hunted antelope or were able to grow what they needed to live.

It was fascinating -- looking up or down, the views were amazing.

Here's one of the "houses." No McMansion here!

The vegetation was beautiful, and I fell in love with prickly pear cactus.

It was a special and fascinating experience.

That evening we were joined by Cousin Jim, along with Nancy's son John and both their children.

Nancy made a fabulous fennel-stuffed salmon...

...and we spent many good hours by the warmth of her Aga, soaking up memories.

The candles provided a soft glow, although I suspect the glow of connecting with one another would have been just fine all by itself!

One highlight was story time, which was simply enchanting.

Another was Hamilton (aka Ham), the Jack Russell I fell for in a big way!

It was early to bed for Rick, because the next day he and Walt were hiking to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back again.

Nancy and I hit the road, shopping in Flagstaff, then in Sedona. The Oak Creek canyon road was one curve after another, with dazzling views on either side.

My favorite stop -- Hummingbirds, a wonderful gift shop.

Needless to say, it was all decked out for Christmas!

Meanwhile, our happy hikers were having a great time at the Canyon. Rick found it a little less great (at least physically!) the next day after the hike back up!

A cozy dinner by the fire was just the ticket.

A trio of folk art angels watched over us. I couldn't help but think of Nancy's mom, mine, and my aunt Grace, the three sisters. They'd be simply loving this!

Even Ham was happy as a clam!

It was hard to draw Rick out of bed the next day so we could leave for Wickenburg, near Phoenix. But the thought of pancakes never seems to fail!

The word of the weekend was cozy --

And after the relentless sounds and stimulation of Las Vegas, it was exactly what was needed!

After a wonderful breakfast and lots of hugs, we were off again --

-- from the mountains to the desert!

We were off to see Cousins John and Pat!