Goin’ Postal

We need stamps at work & decide to order them online. I used to think the “Forever” stamps were named as one could use them forever. Due to recent events I now think it’s because these stamps take forever to get in the mail. img_4885

Don’t be fooled into thinking that your postal worker will simply grab a couple of rolls and bring them tomorrow with your regular mail.  Nope. Apparently the Post Office believes it is better  to ship them from Missouri.

Not only do they come from Kansas City, MO these particular stamps make quite a journey around the city! We ordered on the 6th of December & it takes 2 days to process. Below is the tracking. Notice how well traveled this roll of stamps is through the fine cities of Kansas City,MO to Kansas City, KS then (through amazing planning and forethought)  BACK TO KC,MO!    Two days journey and 3 zip codes through the heartland of America!

img_4884

Someday soon it will leave one of the Kansas Cities and head west…probably on a Conestoga Wagon.

Teddy Bear Guy & Other Annoyances

Last evening I stopped at a crowded grocery store with very long lines. The shoppers in the “10 items or less line” had spilled across the only aisle that crosses the  front of the store creating a blockade.  A tall young man wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses & earbuds was standing near the end of the line & was also holding a giant teddy bear. He had his face, well mostly his lips, pressed against Teddy’s furry nose. I maneuvered across  the line which was difficult as neither Teddy lover nor the shopper in front of him moved an inch. Uuhhhgh.  I was tired and now I’m  irritated that they didn’t part and make a courtesy space required for others to get through. A few minutes later I was ready to checkout & happy the line had reduced to 3 people. The universe was not finished getting my attention as the first customer couldn’t get her credit card to work & the next woman wrote a check. A Check.  The last guy wants cigarettes that the store doesn’t carry anymore. We all find this out together after the (more tired than I was) cashier conducts a thorough search behind the customer service desk. Finally my turn and I am released back out to the world. As I drive off toward a beautiful sunset I notice Teddy Bear Man walking along the side of the road.  He’s still wearing aviators & carrying his giant bear. NOW I notice he is sweeping a white  cane  with  a red tip back and forth. Awwww DAMmit. Teddy Bear guy is awesome. Oh &  brave like I can’t imagine.

Hooty

I spent last night upstairs on a couch outside my mother’s room.  All night long I heard an owl that apparently  perches just outside on the chimney.    Mom says the owl also  likes to sit  in the tallest Palo Verde tree next to the house because it can take off  better to hunt. Either way the owl is announcing his presence at the exact moment I think I am finally falling asleep. (Like it KNOWS)

owl

The hooting of the owl into the wee hours of the night made  me think about my Dad all the more.  He had actually written a story in his book “Jackie” about an owl that sat outside he and his brother Jim’s bedroom window when they were children.

Below is an excerpt from his book :

In fairer weather the boys occupied the same upstairs bedroom.  A window was at the foot of the bed on one side with a large tree close by.  The night breezes and bright moon made shadows dance through that window.  A large Hoot Owl took residence in that tree, and for nearly a whole summer the boys hid their fears under the sheet pulled tightly over their heads. Earlier that summer  Jackie had won the argument to be called  Jack now that he was older.  He was admonished by his parents that if he was big enough to be called Jack then it came with the responsibility to be not afraid. Jack had to put up with the owl.  The critter was huge and noisy!  Well they got used to it after a while and when they called to Hooty,  he would answer.  After that it was kind of fun talking to “their owl”. 

So now I am thinking that  ~Life just gets curiouser and curiouser ~ and just like Scout  in To Kill a Mockingbird when she suddenly sees Boo Radley behind the bedroom door I whisper  “Hey Dad”.

 

 

Baby Sandra Day O’Conner

Random find in the tiny  town of Clifton, AZ  in a small museum resides the high chair of Sandra Day O’Conner.  Arizonans are so proud of the first woman to be appointed to the Supreme Court.  I asked permission from the stoic caretaker to take the picture.  Of all the mining subjects in the museum he wondered why I chose this object to photograph.

21431d0c-3381-4d7f-a2a6-803d2f492a67

I wanted this picture to remind me that even one of the most influential women of my lifetime started the same way we all did.  Our choices, our decisions, make us who we are. She is such an inspiration and example of responsible citizenship.

“Do the best you can in every task, no matter how unimportant it may seem at the time. No one learns more about a problem than the person at the bottom.” Sandra Day O’Conner.

Your Soaking In It

Found this gem this past weekend the Kachina Mineral Spring and Spa.

img_4836

Nothing fancy but very  clean and relaxing inside.

img_4830

The  staff is so welcoming and made us feel comfortable immediately. We had a few minutes wait and learned a lot in just a few minutes.  They were all so knowledgeable about essential oils, reflexology and massage.

img_4823

We chose the Full Spa Package which is a 15 minute soak in hot mineral springs followed by a massage then another relaxing soak. We were taken to a private room leading to another private soaking area. Very quiet with soothing music playing.  I was pleased to see  how clean it was, especially the  the soaking area!   (I had been a little worried about that part). Feeling confident in our surroundings, we slipped down into the hot mineral water.  Soon tension, aches & pains vanished. I could even breathe better.  It was extremely relaxing, rejuvenating, for body and spirit.  All massage should begin this way!

img_4838

 G and I had side by side massages which really made me feel comfortable.  Each of us were convinced our masseuse was the best. It was our topic of discussion on the 2 hour drive home.  I actually have never had such a good massage. G says his was in the top two he has ever had (which is saying something, he is very picky and has had many ).

img_4837

This is Brian my masseuse. He’s hiding those wonderful hands.

img_4839

I highly recommend Kachina Mineral Springs. TURN HERE!!

Clifton Hanging

Last  Saturday was all about hanging out in Clifton, AZ an old mining town.     The road climbs winding through the mountains and suddenly drops down between the rugged red canyon walls to this little town.

f4e15f20-d0db-4ef7-89b3-085b57fc0761

8f4f7b8b-8a6d-44d5-a61d-6d952e8781ae

We saw a few signs and thought it might be interesting and it doesn’t disappoint.  f18fd996-d466-4ef4-9ef1-564ce6efe16f

This is the outside of the jail that is actually a cave in the rock.  The holes you see with bars are the windows  about 10 feet above the floor of the jail. The sign says the first prisoner built it himself!   667d6f04-5859-45aa-9bf1-5927f2877696

The Rocks they used to build the wall are so beautiful.  It’s open on the other side (and you know how I feel about open doors).  Let’s go in!

da81e4b4-650e-46a6-b852-2b45210cd7d3

Down a few steps and G says “I hope somebody doesn’t lock the outside door.” just as I am stepping into total darkness.  (THANKS G!)   The cave jail  it very spooky. It doesn’t smell like a cave, really has no smell at all for having been used as living quarters.   We don’t have a flashlight with us so I  have to use the camera  flash to see where we are. Below is an overexposed shot of one of the cells .

57edf8f3-5574-4d7b-bbef-00b6bbd7dbf4

I saw a rusty dirty chain on the floor illuminated by a little bit of sunlight from the “window” above.    I picked it up and when I realized it was bolted to the floor it made me  sad and horrified at the same time.  I got out of there fast.

93956cea-93d9-47a4-88d9-001630b99618

We go further back within the cave jail.  It’s not getting any better but at least there is electricity this far back. Feeling very medieval as it is still pretty dark  I took another flash shot to see what was in front of us. It came out looking like the  very end of The Blair Witch Project.

a9587926-5590-45f0-b6f8-ade723b2cdf6

Unimaginable  spending any length of time down here.  I’m ready to leave now G.

a72564bb-6219-4b42-ad33-25baeb260a5a

 

d0fb5af2-90aa-4331-b56a-3cfb348b8884

Outside the jail is this kick ass stem engine, Copper Head Coronado Railroad.

863b0505-eaac-434b-b37a-f5583b55e95be0c99d54-3666-4c88-b086-abc4b5cdc1b74844e62b-e8b1-4442-a26c-2076f54f251deb773f36-dc38-4fd0-b9f3-17aef7aedc04

Absolutely beautiful view from the bridge. Very quiet here, well until I stepped on a loose metal panel and the whole bridge sounded like it was falling down.  64bc6d2a-8558-4a12-b721-2c813ca130bc

 

52ec2390-c2d2-4afc-b9fb-a1d1cceffe96

Ramshackle buildings contribute to the charm of this old town. A look inside an abandoned building reveals an old couch, a TV with an old style bubble screen, and various trash.  It would be interesting to find out when it was abandoned, who lived here, and the stories associated with the once booming mining town. 47d56c71-0ca8-459a-8146-d811e17cd2cc

There is an occupied apartment in this row of crumbling buildings below.  An American Flag waves in the breeze in the distance.   3ed0ce1a-ec73-431e-963a-4702eef2a18b

Layers of time …..

70e167b1-1275-4d7b-9a7c-25273aaddcd2

 

50087a98-d1cd-4925-81c2-e2e10f296ef2

Old church on Chase Creek Road is part of the Historic Restoration of Clifton.

5064a688-16a8-4816-8830-7e987f4177d3

Below is an example of the steel door to a cave.  They may have originally been used as cellars to preserve food.  During Prohibition caves like this were used for storing Whiskey (of course) and we are told that is when the steel doors were added.  Later they actually were rented out to miners as rooms.  Every house against the cliff seems to have one.

a4e8201f-c65b-4ed9-ad06-84fe5caa7be2

Oh and when you can’t find an awning just use a fender.  553928cf-fc82-4440-9c5c-6ddab3d69306

The whole street is peppered with various renovations like this 3 story conglomeration.

376050c1-b69c-474f-a065-b47e0fc01357

So peaceful.

e94a69de-f6a3-4c7b-ab74-01af83884c60

Clifton is the last remaining old mining town of this area. The  Morenci  old town has been buried with mine tailings as a large copper vein went right through it.   I can’t wait to return to this place to explore  someday soon.

 

Safford Surprises

G & I have established a Thanksgiving tradition of finding nontraditional places to hike. This year’s adventure took us to Safford, AZ located  just 2 hours from Tucson. If you have read my travel posts before, you know G is always on the hunt for coffee. Always. That’s how we found the wonderful establishment Candy’s Ice Cream Company.

86641d47-6d4f-4c41-923a-b598ffb7b609

This lovely throwback establishment  is a coffee/ice cream/ deli/Friday night band havin’ shop that simply charmed us.

7deca5a9-c266-49c7-854f-f145a2793a41

We ordered coffee laced with an espresso double shot fresh and delicious.  Visiting with the Barista/soda jerk/sandwich artist, she proudly states that the Owner is the former Mayor! In fact he normally plays in the band on Friday nights.

51a12060-ffe3-4bd7-8b15-c690ec518d49

However, there wouldn’t be a live band tonight as SANTA was coming to Safford, AZ.  She invited us to a town wide party & we promised to return for the festival.

cb539964-5187-4570-8f0e-f02b7212bb69

Fully satisfied we had explored the Main Street downtown, On to the hiking at  Black Hills Byway.

56752a83-b3d6-4969-aff2-b7bbde0cfd55

14173be3-4094-484c-a192-b69332b60fbf

Black Hills Byway is on BLM land. This info sign states “no shooting ”

67BB05A9-B81D-464B-943D-D9894A2872F8.JPG

There is also a sign designating the center of a fire agate cache. Collecting is even encouraged.

DE34A9BA-1FC8-496C-B819-E153AD4C2719.JPG

Fire agate lying on top of the ground.

d45ec58f-de10-41bd-9436-9aec9e4e7591

We came prepared with shovels and buckets but I kept getting distracted by the sheer beauty of this place.

c0020f5d-7f8a-4eee-93b8-dbc6f34e8f42img_4715

High desert splendor came complete with a pair of camera shy hawks and a random grave. The marker says “Convict Shot 1916”.

e22bdd49-8014-437d-8c92-ca6392385f7732fbce54-b64f-4b63-8ed2-bbd089e3ed84

We traveled through several ranches.  Some of the ranches have been in families since the 1800’s like the Twin C Ranch.

IMG_4714.JPG

I found it cleaver that the local ranchers had an abundance of  white cows. They really show up against the black rocks. We saw several high on the cliffs and wondered if they were big horn sheep, no just cows. This one has found a  way to hide in plain sight.

ab5448df-1f48-43ee-9986-7ed8cf37bb23

Since I  was unable to secure a room at the local bed and breakfast we  stayed at a Best Western. I thought I would be disappointed  but earlier that morning, back at Candy’s, we had shared  our hotel choice with our Barista .   She said had a cousin, Leslie,  would be working the front desk by the time we would check in.  She & G came up with a scheme that he would pretend to know cousin Leslie.   She  shared several details about her cousin and sure enough Leslie was manning the front desk.  The shenanigans  almost worked until G said he had gone to school with her.  Leslie doesn’t miss a beat though and says “I KNOW!  You were the troublemaker” and THAT  is how Leslie and I instantly became friends. She even upgraded us to the Honeymoon Suite.  SCORE!

img_4757

Clean up and off to dinner at Manor House for a $9.00 prime rib.

BAD96369-D44D-426E-BDD1-89AFEAD78873.JPG

You might think that a $9.00 prime rib couldn’t be good but it was delicious.

DD88E955-CBA4-4F83-A7B6-3267CA8C8D5B.JPG

These dead heads always freak me out a little. Especially while eating meat.

709a9435-57df-465f-befa-d024c24d8c0f

He looks quite judgmental and seems like he is yelling.

The food was great  and we had a fun waitress who was also looking forward to the end of her shift so she could head out to the festival.

Main street seemed ready to welcome Santa and we were not disappointed.

eb1fdbdb-32d2-418d-9f88-a5fb9ff47b7f

58e3e6dd-c609-40b5-b3cc-a0582f86f877

The street filled with food booths,  human snow globes, bounce houses,stations for children to make  gingerbread houses and ornaments, a movie in the park, lots of Christmas shops and even  an “ice skating rink”.

8a25e507-e202-4801-bb54-319ca704aa6877316a0c-c43d-40ac-abfb-a21b5537efcb

The town burst at the seams with all the families. It seemed no one stayed home. I am not sure what that woman is doing to the little girl in the picture below, but I assure you she is not blindfolding her for a kidnapping. Probably.

BA67820E-55F7-4C0F-8FA9-0017741B8E84.JPG

I was mostly impressed by the friendly atmosphere of Safford.  Also I found that during the festival there was a  lack of trash on the street and general goodwill these neighbors had for each other.  I have lived in a few small towns but never experienced this sense of community I felt here. Safford-ians are a  unique bunch of kind folks.  We snuggled down in our warm comfy Best Western Honeymoon Suite looking forward to the next day’s adventure. Who knew Safford Arizona would be such a treat.

96F866AA-7C9B-4DDC-B873-796C890487C7.JPG

 

 

 

.

 

Suspended!

Eating breakfast in Ranch county and “never met a stranger ” G admires this guy’s suspenders. IMG_4769.JPGMr DH proceeds to tell him exactly how they are made.

IMG_4770.JPG

He says to go to the thrift store and get yourself a woman’s bra. They have the best eleastic. When I laugh he turns to me and says emphatically “They really do”.

IMG_4768.JPG

Finally in the end DH points to me “she can help you”. He picks up his 2 cups of coffee (one for him and one for momma) and proudly walks away showing off the fancy suspenders he made.

New Shoes For Baby Blue

img_4611

Time to get Baby Blue some new shoes. Two & a quarter inch white wall American Classic tires. Mounted on chrome rims with baby moon hubs…whaaaaaaaat am I even saying right now?

So the other day G informs me that The tires on the 1951 Ford were 50 years old.  See  Old tires>>img_4607   the 51 is his retirement project that began  with a rusted out old Ford. This picture is after he had done the first layer of body work.image0013-1

Then one day I pulled in the garage and the top was cut off of the old car taking up the space I park.

He told me he was going to chop it (which is apparently difficult ) & French it (which conjures other images).  Then he said “Worst case we have a convertible!”  This did not ease my mind, but about a year later he accomplished it.

chopped-fordSo here it is just before paint, after hours and hours of patient body work. Lots of hours of hand sanding to get the angles right and the windows cut.

 

rewiring

G looses track of time when he is working on the Ol’ Ford.  He would  sleep out there if it weren’t for me calling him in, like a mom calling a little kid playing kick the can until dark thirty on a summer night.  Here he is reworking the entire wiring system.

engine-on-a-stickOn to the engine which he kept on a stick covered with  a Toys R Us bag. (Which I found appropriate).

engine-front

 

Then one day it was just time.  Time to put the engine where it belonged. It started right away to our delight.

After a lot of hard work it turned into a beautiful  piece of art.

blue

Having old car means meet ups at burger joints and lots  of discussion about flatheads,   V8s , cams & other engine speak.  Meanwhile I am zoning out to the 50’s music and trying to ‘fit in’.

lookingat-the-car

The key to happiness may be building a custom car, who knows.  All I know is it makes him happiest when he smells motor oil and hears the roar of a good strong engine.  Secretly I am glad that Baby Blue needed new shoes.  img_4626

G says it drives so much better he’s driving it everyday. Kachow!