Northern Arizona, Spiders, Mice and the Endless Search for Better Weather
I have stated before on this blog that Arizona is not our favorite place. But really I am talking about the megatropolises of Tucson and Phoenix further south. Northern Arizona is much more to my taste. Small friendly towns with real downtowns and a lot more character than their southern neighbors.
Last time through this area we stayed in Prescott and a boondocking spot between Sedona and Cottonwood. We liked all of these towns. We had intended to spend time in Flagstaff too but it was just too chilly for our taste. This time, when we were heading south from Page Arizona on our journey back to Southern California, we checked the temperatures and decided that yep - the mercury level met with our approval and we would check it out.
We found the town to be really cool with a vibrant young population and some good places to eat and enjoy the local brews. The nature in the area is also great. We visited the Walnut Canyon National Monument, which has wonderful examples of cliff dwellings, and hiked some of the nearby trails to admire the fall colors. Yes, this is a place in Arizona where they exist.
We boondocked a few miles east of the city on National Forest land, which suited us really well, as we could head into the city with ease, but were still surrounded by nature. I have to admit that it was sometimes a bit more nature than we liked. On the day we arrived we encountered a gigantic spider that was a big as my head, well actually maybe my hand, ok maybe somewhere between my hand and my thumb. Anyway it was hairy and much too large for comfort.
Towards the end of our stay the weather turned pretty cold and we managed to pick up two mice invaders in the trailer. In our two and a half years on the road we have been lucky to not have any unwanted visitors, unless you count family - JK :-). The mice chomped away on some coffee and left some lovely evidence of making a home in one of our kitchen drawers. We couldn't see where they got in, but we guessed it was in the wheel wells. We got a couple of traps and within thirty minutes of setting them we had two ex-mouses. Luckily, none of their friends or family followed them in.
The cold turn of the weather sent us further south and to lower altitude back in Prescott. The town was just as quaint and charming as we remembered. This time we stayed at the excellent White Spar Campground on the outskirts of town.
Northern Arizona was just as great as we recalled, but the advancing calendar is calling us even further south and on to the less-appealing territory in the Phoenix area. But we will get to sit outside until late evening and enjoy terrific sunsets along with cool drinks - so life is not that bad.