ON THE ROAD AGAIN

A couple of months ago, BC and I decided we needed to get out of the house for a bit.  Fortunately, Prescott was hosting a western art show on their Courthouse Square (always a prime location), so we decided to brave the Memorial Weekend traffic and head north.  Prescott is about an hour and half (or so) from Phoenix...easily accessible from the I-17 if you know where to turn left.  It was actually Arizona's first capital, so it reeks of history and cowboys...sort of like an upscale Dodge City with trees.  Actually, Virgil Earp and Doc Holliday spent some time here between stints in Dodge City and Tombstone and, much to my surprise and glee, so did Doc's sometime paramour, Big Nose Kate Elder. 

Prescott's elevation is about 5,400 feet, so it enjoys at least a brief visit by each of the four seasons.  Generally, summer temps will be 15-20 degrees cooler than Phoenix, so we have a few friends who summer here.  It's very close for our friends' inevitable doctor appointments in Phoenix (always a consideration at this stage of life), but far enough away for cool mornings and evenings...a highly desired rarity here in the metro area.

We found a handy parking spot and wandered for a few hours admiring some really nice art work.  This particular show was heavy on large bronzes and other sculptures, but we do enjoy those...and I'm always fascinated by the detail.  Years ago, BC was involved in commissioning a huge bronze steer (El Capitan) for display near Dodge City's Boot Hill.   Since then, he's very comfortable visiting with artists...although, come to think of it, he's comfortable visiting with anyone who will stand still long enough and listen.  The artist who did the piece above was from northwest Colorado, so they talked like old friends.  We, however, didn't buy...no matter how nice the fellow was. 

  By mid-afternoon as the temps began climbing a bit, a few people simply had to give up and rest.

We, however, were still going strong and taking it all in.  Even though he does have a cute personality, he's not going to fit in the back of the car and, as I mentioned once before a few months ago, our Homeowners Association would not be happy.

Good Lord, BC, they're dropping like flies.  I think it's time for us to mosey on over to the Long Branch...or wherever the appropriate Prescott watering hole might be.

Ah...I think we found it!