Well I returned to Prescott last week for my latest training session, and the weather has changed a bit.
It was cold. Now, you girls in Colorado, Nebraska, and Iowa already know what REAL cold is. Yes I know this. But this was "Arizona Cold."
Like, just below freezing.
This is my car, giving me a dirty look because it's been running in the hotel parking lot with the defrosters going for 15 minutes. And there's still ice on the windshield.
Well guess what, we in Arizona don't have ice scrapers.
The courthouse that's flanked by big wonderful green trees in the summer, is sadly hidden behind the stark, bare trees of January.
And the weird guy who would probably be sporting a ballet ensemble while doing his interpretation of Thai Chi in the Courthouse grassy area, had to instead wear his yuppie cowboy collection:
I feel like such an adult when I go off into the different areas of the state by myself, for these training sessions. Mostly because I know I am COMPLETELY responsible for myself, and I am following my own schedule, my own agenda....
and I'm using money from my own bank account for the gas money. That last one was a joke, mostly.
But really it's a strange feeling. I can go looking around in the art gallery if I want to. I can stop at the junky roadside swap mart if I want to. I can go to the hip little coffee shop for a latte....which I always do....
This place was so hip it had artwork and a fancy old painted concrete floor.
Prescott is clearly too hip for me, but I still love it because it's so different. It's a very old town, with a lot of history, and you can walk into any little quirky shop or coffee house and ask about ghosts. And they will very seriously answer you. Because they truly believe the whole town is haunted.
I did my own little investigation. I found nothing.
Driving out of town that evening, I admired the rocks on the way...
And two and a half hours later (still driving of course) I noted the beautiful sunset when I was just East of Kingman....
I stayed in Kingman that night with some friends, as I had a meeting the next morning up there. A thirty minute meeting. Sheesh.
It was nice to get home finally, after being on the road for a few days. Very nice to get back to seventy degrees!!
