Old Faithful

On the drive back from Vernon, AZ.

S: When Trace & I were driving from.....(I forget where it was they were driving from) we saw a UFO and, what are they called? One of those things that sprays water up?

Me: A broken sprinkler?

S: No. Like that thing where the water shoots up into the sky.

Me: You mean Old Faithful?

S: Yeah! That!

J: That's right. You guys saw Old Faithful!

S: No. I know that's not in Arizona.

Me: Then where is it?

S: I don't know. But I know it's not in Arizona.

D: (In the background) It's in Yellow Stone Park. In Wyoming, I think.

J: It's in New Jersey.

Me: It's on Long Island.

S: Mom, did you just say it's on the internet?

Me: No. I said it's on Long Island.

S: I like "it's on the internet". I'm just going to pretend that's what you said.


Snow ordinary road trip

This past Saturday, my sister Janice and I, along with two of the girls (S & D), took a road trip up North. I had found a trail that sounded cool on an inline website, so we packed up the girls, J's dog Zita, some water bottles, snacks and headed up to Vernon, Arizona.

It's about a 4 hour drive, but it took us a little longer to find the trail. The directions on the site lead us about 18 miles PAST the road we needed to take to the trail head.

Thank goodness for modern technology, smart phones and GPS! After driving for a few minutes, and not seeing any roads that were off the highway, I figured out we needed to head back the way we came.

But it wasn't a total waste. We did see some interesting scenery.

We drove up to the trail head, but couldn't go all the way to it. The road was closed, and if we had 4 wheel drive, we could have continued up to the trail. The road was muddy and slushy, and J's little car just wasn't going to make that trip.

I got my D70 repaired just in time for the trip.  s got a hold of it and took about 98% of the pictures!

I'm going to do my usual and not bore you with a whole bunch of blabbering about every photo we took, but feature a few for you to enjoy at your leisure.

Heading out of Phoenix.

A closed (and for rent!) funky cafe in Superior.

Closed and abandoned buildings were a common sight.

The Mountain Breeze Memorial Gardens in Miami. We decided to stop and check out.

I love this shot! (Her idea, I shot it.)

More empty buildings in Globe.

The photographer.

Another of my favorites.

My silly ghouls.

A little trickle of water coming off the mountain.

18 miles past our turn off and it was field after field of "fuzzy" grass (J's description).

We see snow!!

We found snow! But our trip up the mountain ends here.

(Yes. It was warm enough for her to wear just a tank. It was in the low 50's.)

YEAH! A find!!

Despite her Aunt's protest of putting "that thing" in her trunk, S just had to take it home.

Since we couldn't hike the trail like we planned, we headed back down the mountain and stopped at some more abandoned buildings for pictures. (I learned on this trip that S loves exploring, and photographing abandoned buildings just as much as I do!)

There's no fueling up in Globe anymore!

Just behind the service station, an old time jail. It looked like maybe it was for tourists to stop and take pictures. So we did!!

We discovered an abandoned camp site in Globe that we spent about 2 hours exploring. This looked like the check-in cabin.

They had picnic tables under ramadas down by a lake and areas to hook up RVs for the night.

Family and single cabins. They were stripped of everything but the studs and floors.

The black lake. Yes, it really was black. It was gross. You couldn't even see an inch below the surface!

 You can tell by the rocks in the background, the water was down at least a good 8 feet.

Back in Superior and about an hour from getting home....

To see all the pictures of our trip, click here.


Rummaging for my John Hitchcock

Just this morning ~

D: Mom, I kinda foraged your signature yesterday....

Me: I think you mean you forged my signature. I doubt you were wandering the school trying to find it.


Date night

This evening ~

S: What should I wear to First Friday?

Me: I don't know. Something warm.

S: I'll wear this, this and this.... But I said I'd get dressed.

Me: Well, getting dressed means your not showing up naked.

S: No. What I mean is it's kinda, sorta a date....

Me: Ooooh. So you want to look cute?

S: I always look cute.


This is bliss

Driving in the car with my three teenage daughters, the radio cranked, singing Margaritaville at the top of our lungs.

Then having conversations like this:

Me: This is such a weird song. Who carries around a salt shaker? And has boots in their blender?

S: I'm pretty sure it's booze in the blender.

Me: Nah. It's boots.

S: Think about it; what makes more sense? Booze in the blender.  Or boots in the blender?

Me: Boots of course.

S: No!  It's BOOBS in the blender. That's what it is. Boobs in the blender. It makes the most sense!

Then we laughed at our own stupid joke like a couple of stoned teenagers.