This page will feature the places, in each state or similar jurisdictional unit, that are ever in my heart and nurture my spirit.
First light, in the safe haven of the resisters, smelling the sweet juniper, keeping the secrets, Canyon de Chelly.
Given a misnomer, then rechristened for a hero rising above concrete, sand and urban heat, Piestewa Peak.
Built on several hills, with stairsteps taken, in tandem with ghosts, anchored by a Copper Queen, Bisbee.
Ever shimmering, whether in the heat of summer or the dew of winter, with a lushness many cannot fathom, the Sonoran Desert.
Rising above the long, wide plateau, with a snow white cap, for much of the year, green in spring and summer, golden in autumn, sacred for eternity, the San Francisco Peaks.
Abode of eagles, nourisher of the parched, divider of majestic canyon walls, connector of civilized peoples, the Colorado River.
Replenisher of flagging spirit, anchored by the courthouse, blessed by Thumb Butte, watched by Granite Mountain and the Mingus ridges, beloved Home Base, Prescott.
Watson Lake and Granite Dells,
Zeke’s and The Raven,
Bill’s Pizza and Two Mamas,
Cupper’s and The Palace,
Frannie’s and Rafter Eleven.
Macy’s and Late For The Train,
Synergy Cafe and Colt Barbecue,
Haunted Hamburger and Flatiron,
Yesterday’s, in Chloride,
Sipp Shoppe, in Winslow,
Japanese Friendship Garden,
Local Johnny’s and Big Earl’s,
Sabino Canyon and Seven Falls,
Shugrue’s and London Bridge,
Quitobaquito and Palm Canyon,
Old Pueblo and Christina Taylor-Green’s Park,
Texas Canyon and High Desert Market & Cafe,
Boyce Thompson Arboretum and Tonto National Monument.
Kayla’s Hands Playground and Acker Park
Crossroads Cafe and Yavapai Sculpture Garden.
All is full, in Home Base.