It was a great trip, and I know there are other photos somewhere, but I don't know where, and if I get stuck in worrying about that, I will negate the point of this project. Thus, I'm using these two to prompt a brief but loving reverie.
52 Stories asks if there is a vacation spot that I've returned to over and over again. While I think of it as much more of a vacation spot, that place is undoubtedly Arizona, as regular readers will know. I make no secret of my affection and affinity for the southwest. We first visited there for Christmas when I was about 11, and then a few years later I spent a couple of summers there with my grandma, and I was hooked. I went for Christmas one year during college because I couldn't afford to fly home, then as often as possible in the many years since.
The draw was strong because most of my extended family (two grandmas, aunts, cousins) migrated from Utah to Arizona in the 70's and 80's, and there we established our family homestead of the heart. My brother moved there, several siblings went to Arizona for college, other siblings settled there, and the pull became stronger as the years went by. There's never been just one house, so it is a homestead of relationships. I often say that I feel homesick for a place I've never lived, and that is because so many of the people I love most are there. If I ever get to live there I'd be perfectly happy. In addition to being more easily in the company of my family, I would be ever-enchanted by the wild weirdness of the desert, the peace and pines of the mountains, and the beauty of the light.
|Arizona has an astonishing variety of ecosystems, |
and I love that we found this glorious autumn color in the Verde Canyon.
|And here I am with my grandma. She's 94 now, so this pic was when she was 82--a sweet young thing. I hope to see her in a couple of weeks.|