Stuck in bed looking at road trip ideas, I’ve seen a lot of Arizona, but there’s still so much I didn’t get a chance to explore yet. And there’s apparently a lot here but the drives don’t feel worth it because of the mileage (when starting at the end of a state, instead of in the middle). These states are big. I haven’t even left the country yet, there’s too much stuff to see, and I’ll probably need a sabbatical after university to catch up.
Mt Charelston is probably the comfiest spot here, and I’m glad I could share it. There is also a lodge cat on the mountain. I drove up recently for hot chocolate and ate on the patio. There are two of them but only one was out greeting people at their tables asking for pets and keeping people company. Her name is Mama.
Valley of Fire is so unique and pretty though, I’m sad we never made it.
The other week Anne wifey was saying one of the hardest things about a separation, when you still love someone is when you come across something the other person would like, or when you want to tell them about what you’re doing, or what you discovered, because you want to share that experience. She’s so fucking right.