On Top of Things

We went to Flagstaff this weekend.

Northern Arizona reminds me a bit of Northern Michigan, i.e. the forests. It was nice to see birch and fir trees. It was lovely to sleep with the window open and require a jacket at night time.

We stayed at a B&B whose building seemed to combine my grandparent’s house with the one I owned in Chicago. There was an air to it that induced euphoria, at ease, and nostalgia. Now that I have stayed in a few B&Bs, I fancy at times quitting the day job and opening one. It is a lot of work, but I suspect no harder than medicine. Less hand to hand combat too.

We took a ski lift ride up to 11,500 feet, next to Mt. Humphreys. Mt. Humphreys is 12,623 feet tall, and the highest point in Arizona. So we were on top of the world – or at least on top of Arizona. From the top we could see north to the North side edge of the Grand Canyon.

That afternoon, we were volunteers at the Pride beverage counter. I have never been a waiter, so it was a first for me –trying to hear the orders over the music, running around grabbing beers, trying not to run into the fellow volunteers doing the same thing. Just as I got the hang of what is Bud, Bud Light, and Bud Select, I was relieved of my shift.

I hope to return to Flagstaff soon. There is an observatory there, where they discovered Pluto. I would like to go back in the winter time, to see some snow.