It’s called the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, but it’s so much more than what you’d typically imagine when hearing the word museum. It’s also a zoo, botanical garden, art gallery, natural history museum, and aquarium! I’ve gone twice now, and have yet to see it all, making it one of my favorite places in Tucson to explore and return to.
Driving north on Oracle for some time, the smoothly paved, multi-lane road brings me closer and closer to my next adventure with each passing minute. The word oracle has a particularly good vibe to it, I think—or maybe I’m simply associating it with a familiar blockbuster movie or two. (My brain tends to hold onto a lot of odd information, often recalling it at the strangest of times and influencing my reactions… Read More
The morning’s air is heavy with smoke from a nearby brush fire, and an unusually large cluster of dragonflies are jiggling together rather nervously, mid-air, near my front door. Stepping out of my apartment, I wonder what kind of day this is going to be. The days leading up to this one have been the kind that test your resolve. (We’ve all had days like that, right?) And in my exhausted, glass-half-empty… Read More
I’m laughing at myself as I drive towards the center of Tombstone from Boothill Cemetery. It’s taken me all of two minutes to make the trip, yet, for some reason, I still had to ask my phone for directions before driving. Yes, in case you were wondering, there are plenty of signs between these two points of interest that make such an act…very unnecessary.
I’m standing outside Boothill Cemetery studying its surrounding walls, trying to match what I see with a memory from my childhood. I’ve just traveled along a dusty desert road. The toxic, nostril burning smell of a skunk (who has met an unfortunate end sometime earlier in the morning, I’m sure), leaks through my car’s air conditioning vents for most of my journey from Tucson to Tombstone–a distance of a little over seventy… Read More
Sitting in the backseat of a Prius I quietly watch the landscape transition from a prickly cactus carpet to groupings of regal palm trees and let the white-noise hum of traveling down a lonely highway lull me into thoughts of remembrance.
Life doesn’t always take you down familiar roads or to happy places. Sometimes you end up on a highway with a lot of potholes and no rest stop in sight. This year, I found myself on one of those unexpected trips, driving away from the salty sea air and into the dusty desert for what would be and still continues to be, the beginning of a transformational period of my life.
Some of the best–quiet–little adventures I’ve been on have begun early in the morning with a good cup of coffee. So I thought since this blog is in its infant stage, that I would begin it in the same way. Let’s talk about coffee today.
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