We left at the crack of dawn for a road trip to Prescott Arizona. If you’ve read my posts, you know I love a good road trip. We are traveling with good friends and exploring Prescott, Sedona, and Flagstaff. This is an area I have only been through on childhood road trips, so I have really been looking forward to seeing this part of the country. The drive was beautifully stark and desolate for the most part. I am not a huge fan of the desert. I am a tree lover, doesn’t matter what kind, I love em all.
Prescott, on the other hand is beautiful. It is a great town with lots of shops, bars and restaurants around the main square. There is a real sense of community here. Now, that could also be because they experienced such a tragedy on June 30 when they lost 19 firemen in a horrific forest fire. We drove through Yarnell where the men were killed and it was so poignant with the signs and flags flown in their honor. It really made me feel grateful for my own life and all that has blessed it.
I took some of my infamous photos from the car as well as photos of the day. Here is our first day.
Here’s the gang when we stopped for breakfast.
Here is a shot when I got out of the car to take a photo of a Joshua tree. We are on our way through Arizona.
Here is a Joshua Tree. They live for hundreds of years. They stand like the guardians of the desert. It is said that they only die when they are no longer necessary. I don’t no how they decide that?….
Here is a photo of a huge thunder cloud just before we arrived in Prescott. The cloud formations during monsoon season are amazing!
Here is a photo I took from the car in Yarnell. This is where the huge fire was on June 30. The town is still so somber, but trying to move on after so much loss.
We have finally arrived in Prescott. This is a wonderful town. Everyone is so friendly. They are still recuperating from the loss of 19 of their firemen in Yarnell.
We had drinks at a great restaurant called Murphy’s. Great service and Kelly, the general manager is awesome!
We ended up eating dinner at The Plaza. This is the oldest bar in AZ. It opened in 1877 and although it burned down in 1901ish, it was reopened and was completely remodeled and restored to it’s former glory in 1996. Great food and great atmosphere.
We ended our night at the Prescott Square and listened to a country band. The atmosphere was wonderful and it felt like the whole town was there. The vibe was awesome and the people were so friendly. Sometimes living in the city makes you forget about the awesomeness of a small town!