Just Don’t Say I Don’t Take You Anywhere

Tired of stormy weather? Sick of shopping? Desperately need a break?

Yes, Yes, YES!

And yet, do we really feel like tackling major airports and delayed or canceled flights? No. Then come with me…..

Before this past weekend I’d never seen the red rocks of Sedona. Even under a threatening sky they really are spectacular.

After we explored the red rocks

We drove to Flagstaff for dinner with Bill’s childhood friends, Kevin and Rose.

Where we reveled in  the pleasure of really great food and wine (and truffles!!) with friends who told us our next destination should be – Jerome. Huh? Say that again?

Like a little European town, Jerome is nestled on the side of a mountain and getting there involves switch-backs and sheer drops. 

Jerome was described to us as part Mayberry, part Woodstock. We had a good time there.

On our drive to the airport in Phoenix we made our second stop at Rock Springs Cafe. Chili, cornbread and pecan pie for lunch on Friday. Biscuits and gravy for breakfast on Monday.  Plain, western cooking. 

Just what the doctor ordered.