Tucson is old. On this blog previously we’ve featured centuries-old churches and other architectural sites. Today, we’re highlighting some of the “modern” – 100 years or less – sights, plus scenery. (more…)
After a long trek around the University of Arizona campus, resting my tired feet while trying out the Old Pueblo Trolley was much anticipated. The Old Pueblo Trolley, billed on their Web site as “an operating transit museum” is a short, evocative experience. (more…)
Tucson, Arizona is many places -a resort, an old historic city and the home of the Wildcats – the University of Arizona. We’ve already highlighted some of the attractions (Old Tucson Studios, Saguaro National Park). Depending on your interests, there is much to do in Tucson and the environs: Kitt Peak, Mount Lemmon, Picacho Peak, Biosphere 2 (see our blog). (more…)
It’s highly unlikely that passengers on the Black Canyon Stagecoach in 1884 would have ever guessed that their rest stop between Prescott and Phoenix would become famous for … PIES! (more…)
Traveling to Spooky Jerome, Arizona
A few miles and up the hillside – a very steep hillside/mountain – from Clarkdale and Cottonwood, Arizona is the historic town of Jerome, Arizona. The fact that residents pride themselves on their probable insanity is based on the location of the former mental asylum and the fact that the town is perched precariously on hillsides. Ironically, you drive through “Deception Gulch” to reach Jerome.
Sign in shop window - the mental state of Jerome
Once you’ve settled down after your dinner (see previous blog), you’re ready for even more fun. The Blazin’ M offers ”Cowboy music, poetry and tomfoolery.” The Blazin’ M Cowboys are a rollicking, talented musical quartet – not to be missed! (more…)
Near the picturesquely named Dead Horse Ranch State Park in Cottonwood, Arizona, the Blazin’ M Ranch – and Dinner Theatre- conveys a feeling of the Old West, both its hospitality and its rambunctious good times. (more…)
Singing the words to the Monkees’ old hit, “Last Train to Clarksville” and replacing “Clarkville” with Clarkdale seemed appropriate because we stopped in Clarkdale on our way to the Verde Canyon Railroad (see Friday, February 26 blog). (more…)
