Beautiful, mountainous, lovely Prescott Arizona is where we spent our weekend. It's considerably cooler than where we live; the surface of the sun is rarely below 95 degrees this time of year. Even at midnight. But in Prescott the temperatures begin dipping down to a pleasant 70 degrees as soon as the sun sets.
It is Arizona's original Capital (I wish it still was) and is really the site of the first civilized living in our state. We toured the Sharlot Hall museum, established by Arizona's first female activist back in the early 1900's. We went to a pretty interesting car show. We sat on the steps of the old Courthouse in the town square to watch the nightly entertainment. One night it was a Bluegrass band, and the next night it was a squaredancing club doing their thing.
What a wonderful setting. The Courthouse is the center of activity, and a grand center it is:
I got some action shots of the squaredancers:
We also toured "Whiskey Row," which is a block of bars, shops, and an old hotel. Live music coming out of every doorway, and people standing outside in the night air socializing. There was an old fashioned ice cream and candy store that we had to stop in, to get our Pecan Pralines:
There's jewelry stores featuring all kinds of wonderful creations, and different little boutiques that have a variety of whimsical stuff:
Yeah, my thoughts EXACTLY.
The car show was hot, about 96 degrees and we felt like we were crispy by the time the afternoon rolled around. It was nice to see a car show in a different town other than our own because in Havasu, we've pretty much seen all the show cars. They're all people we've known for years and years, who show up to all the same shows.
In the center of this picture you can see four people standing there looking at the camera. That's Shay, Steve, Steve's friend Randy, and Randy's son Matt:
We took an alternate route home, which added almost a whole hour to the drive time. But it was worth it. We saw some very isolated and pretty towns that we'd love to come visit again once the weather cools off.
We drove thru pretty mountains and grassy farming communities. Kinda nice to see something different:
As predicted, we were pretty upset to come home to 115 degrees. Steve crawled inside his head and hasn't come out yet. Sheesh, Steve, get over it!