Like all good things it went by too fast. Our trip to Arizona was a 3 day whirlwind, filled with new experiences, new people and a whole Lotta fun. As much as we did and as far as we drove each day I felt energized and excited and immensely happy.
My favorite place we went was Tombstone. Tombstone was rich with history and excitement, and we learned so much as we took many tours of the one, including one that was in the ‘Good enough mine’. I was surprised by how much fun we had especially when we drove through the town and I thought my boyfriend had gone crazy. By first appearances it didn’t look like much. Much more broken down than I had expected. I expected a revamped old town much like Old Town Sacramento and at first I was disappointed. But once we took the tours and walked around the town I realized how brilliant they were to leave the town as original as possible. Almost everything was historical or darn near original and we spent a good eight hours that day until everything but the bars had closed down.
I fell in love with Arizona that trip. Granted it was the beginning of October and the rain had just passed so the weather was more than perfect the whole time we were there. So I don’t really know how I would feel in the middle of summer with the heat beating down but what I saw I liked. Western style everywhere and people proud of where they live. Horse country was just about everywhere even in some of the city limits. It was somewhere I could seriously consider living and believe me I have sense that trip.
Coming back into California I thought about how I could just keep driving and traveling farther and farther away from California instead of coming back into it. It wasn’t long before we were met by the smog that fills up central and southern California. I just wanted to turn back to the blue skies of Arizona which were especially blue because of the week long rain they got right before we got there.
And did I mention the cacti? There was a ton of it! I kind of have a thing for it and seeing it everywhere was amazing for someone coming out of central valley, California.
However, the closer we came to home the more I knew I missed my dogs and horses and little home in the country. For all the longing I had to keep traveling it felt good to come home. Sometimes I just wonder where else home could be. Could it be in Texas? Idaho? Nevada? Or maybe it