Hello Guys and Gals,
Today I decided to escape the wee rut I’ve been in and so did a quick workout to Bonnie Tyler and got into Big Red and headed South. I was headed for Wickenburg, but forgot how far it is and after 40 miles decided to turn around at Yarnell after procuring some bad coffee and strange sweet from a bakery and take out barbecue for a stop along the road somewhere. I listened to Sirius Love in the car and as the mountains unfolded into rolling high mountain valleys I slowly relaxed. That’s what road trips do for me. I remember Matt coming to Prescott one time and asking if he could have the car for a solitary drive. And I so understood that. An open ribbon of high way, mountains, clouds, cows, horses, donkeys, hawks –I love it. I even discovered the name of a bird I’ve been seeing around of late by talking with the owners of a little gift shop in Yarnell—Western Meadowlark. Cool looking birds with a black v over bright yellow breasts.
As you can see the winter trees have a rather stark lonely look. Most of them are cottonwoods and they are magnificent in summer. Most of these pictures are out in Skull Valley which supposedly got its name from a massacre of the Yavapai tribe by a tribe down in the Phoenix area that followed the Yavapai from the Phoenix area all the way back to Skull Valley after the Yavapai had betrayed their good will. Egad what an awful sentence.
Just as I was about 4 miles outside the city limits of Prescott a javalina bolted out in front of me. Fortunately he was booking and I was dawdling and with quick braking he managed to survive another day. Unfortunately a pal of his I saw at the side of the road a few hundred yards further along did not.
It was a pleasant outing –a great big huge circle of 90 miles circumference with a tail out to one side. Ahhh a Q. Yep that’s exactly what it was.
Awaiting shapewear for my next installment.
Love you all,
Matriarch
Today I decided to escape the wee rut I’ve been in and so did a quick workout to Bonnie Tyler and got into Big Red and headed South. I was headed for Wickenburg, but forgot how far it is and after 40 miles decided to turn around at Yarnell after procuring some bad coffee and strange sweet from a bakery and take out barbecue for a stop along the road somewhere. I listened to Sirius Love in the car and as the mountains unfolded into rolling high mountain valleys I slowly relaxed. That’s what road trips do for me. I remember Matt coming to Prescott one time and asking if he could have the car for a solitary drive. And I so understood that. An open ribbon of high way, mountains, clouds, cows, horses, donkeys, hawks –I love it. I even discovered the name of a bird I’ve been seeing around of late by talking with the owners of a little gift shop in Yarnell—Western Meadowlark. Cool looking birds with a black v over bright yellow breasts.
As you can see the winter trees have a rather stark lonely look. Most of them are cottonwoods and they are magnificent in summer. Most of these pictures are out in Skull Valley which supposedly got its name from a massacre of the Yavapai tribe by a tribe down in the Phoenix area that followed the Yavapai from the Phoenix area all the way back to Skull Valley after the Yavapai had betrayed their good will. Egad what an awful sentence.
Just as I was about 4 miles outside the city limits of Prescott a javalina bolted out in front of me. Fortunately he was booking and I was dawdling and with quick braking he managed to survive another day. Unfortunately a pal of his I saw at the side of the road a few hundred yards further along did not.
It was a pleasant outing –a great big huge circle of 90 miles circumference with a tail out to one side. Ahhh a Q. Yep that’s exactly what it was.
Awaiting shapewear for my next installment.
Love you all,
Matriarch
3 comments:
Yeah, you live in good driving country. I still remember that drive I took. Counted antelope, had pie, walked an outdoor folk-art set of the Stations of the Cross in some little place, saw the biggest old silver-barked cottonwood I'd ever laid eyes on and wound up on a side road dead-ending in some little mining company town where there was, literally, nothing to do. It was a good day.
The car is yours Matt.
Anytime. Will try your suggestions on email re posting pics to blog.
I don't know what it is about the southwest that's so good for driving. Wisconsin is good too but the focus is more on wacky roadside constructions and ominous billboards advertising swinger's clubs for all the ponderous corn-fed midwesterners out here.
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