Arizona, May 2014 travel blog

Homeland Security Blimp; we are 15 miles from the Mexican border

Casa de San Pedro courtyard

Gambel's quail painted over the office door

Mural painted by courtyard entrance

Barn owl painted on courtyard wall

Path to pool

Two-lane lap pool

Yucca in pool area

Denis & Judy outside our room court side.

Saguaro National Park

Flowering saguaro

Saguaro (Sa-war-o)

 

 

Us, melting in the burning sun

And it's not even summer yet!


Sat May 17, 2014 Drive to Phoenix / Saguaro National Park

Patrick, co-owner and chef at Casa, made the best pancakes for breakfast, light and fluffy with real maple syrup. MMMMM! Breakfast is served family style and we love the camaraderie that results. It’s especially nice since we are all birders and have so much to share and talk about. People return to this B&B often, this is the sixth time Ann and Blayne Olsen have returned. It feels comfortable, people feel familiar, and birders are so friendly. Staying at a B&B is generally more personal than staying at a hotel.

The facility is designed to encourage socializing. All the rooms surround the courtyard. Each room has an outdoor table and chairs, so there are always people sitting outside reading the paper, having a snack, chatting across the yard. And then there are Shadow and Cody, the B&B old dogs that make the rounds for pats and hugs.

But all good things must come to an end, and we really do miss our girls. So we packed up the rental Impala and headed to Phoenix. Most of our stay has been at higher elevations (5,000 to 7,000 feet above sea level) so there aren’t many cacti. I kind of missed that, so Denis found that the Saguaro National Park is near Tucson, along our way north. So he detoured and we drove through there. A side note, when we went to the Grand Canyon I bought a senior pass to all our National Parks. It’s $80 for an annual non-senior pass, but only $10 for a lifetime senior pass. What a deal! Anyway, the saguaros and cacti were awesome, this is what I thought all of Arizona would look like.

As we continued on to Phoenix on Hwy 10 we ran into patches of blowing dust. Add to that the temperature of 108 degrees, it was mighty uncomfortable out. Dry or not, 108 degrees is scorchingly hot, and though I have worn sun screen and often long sleeves, my skin has broken out in blotches of red, rash like bumps. Yep, I’m ready to go home.



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