We went to a cave! Colossal Cave, in Vail, AZ. It was pretty cool, but none of my pictures really came out. See?
"The Thing?" (which I will not reveal the nature of) was not all that impressive, especially since we had to walk through many windy shivery buildings to reach "The Thing?". But it WAS only a dollar.
The view from the visitor's center at Colossal Cave.
Today we drove from Buckeye, AZ (just outside of Tucson) to Lordsburg, a little town about 30 miles into New Mexico. Lordsburg is spooky! The skyline is dominated by a motel sign that has burned out except for the neon edging, so it's just a big red glowing hexagon hovering in the sky.
We got lost looking for the block-long downtown, and drove through an eerie neighborhood of unlit houses before finding the main road again. The guy at the Econolodge is very nice though, and we had good Mexican food at El Charro (apparently the only place in town still open besides a very scary Appleby's analogue called Kranberry's).
California, in the weeks before we left, had been basking in a spell of beautiful, warm, sunny weather. It rained a bit in L.A. over the weekend, but nothing major. Now, though, we're driving right into the bottom of the huge storm that's immobilizing the Midwest. It's freezing here... I mean literally. 8 degrees, minus 8 with windchill. It's so cold! We are tucked up in our motel with TV and pizza and hot toddies.
"The Thing?" (which I will not reveal the nature of) was not all that impressive, especially since we had to walk through many windy shivery buildings to reach "The Thing?". But it WAS only a dollar.
The view from the visitor's center at Colossal Cave.
Today we drove from Buckeye, AZ (just outside of Tucson) to Lordsburg, a little town about 30 miles into New Mexico. Lordsburg is spooky! The skyline is dominated by a motel sign that has burned out except for the neon edging, so it's just a big red glowing hexagon hovering in the sky.
We got lost looking for the block-long downtown, and drove through an eerie neighborhood of unlit houses before finding the main road again. The guy at the Econolodge is very nice though, and we had good Mexican food at El Charro (apparently the only place in town still open besides a very scary Appleby's analogue called Kranberry's).
California, in the weeks before we left, had been basking in a spell of beautiful, warm, sunny weather. It rained a bit in L.A. over the weekend, but nothing major. Now, though, we're driving right into the bottom of the huge storm that's immobilizing the Midwest. It's freezing here... I mean literally. 8 degrees, minus 8 with windchill. It's so cold! We are tucked up in our motel with TV and pizza and hot toddies.
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