Arizona February 16, 2016
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There was that time in the ’80s when I was there in the summer, for a conference, and it was 115ºF. I have never gone back in July.
Once we headed north to the Grand Canyon.
Once we did a sweat lodge with some Yaquis—friends of friends—which nearly killed this easily dehydrated traveler. (Or maybe it just felt like it.)
Tim ran his first half marathon there, with Wayne.
Once I decided I was so in love with Saguaro National Monument that I would spend my thirty-eighth birthday, a year and a half away, watching the sun set there. I rented the entirety of my favorite bed and breakfast, and friends from California, Idaho, and New York filled it up. At sunset, I hiked off the road and into the scrub and settled in.
Once we headed south to Patagonia, hired a bird guide, and added nearly seventy-five species to our annual list. We stayed in a hotel room where Faye Dunaway and Johnny Depp (allegedly) did it. I hung over the balcony just like she did, looking nothing like her.
The last time we were there, we brought some of Derek’s ashes back with us.
Dear friends live there. Each visit—usually years apart—is magical.
Been there?: Yes
Route 153 
Your 38th birthday celebration sounds amazing. I’ve been to Arizona a couple of times and both visits were wonderful (how could they not be, with that landscape?). Next on my wish list is New Mexico.
How cool. That B&B sounds like a good location for a blogger reunion.
I would not be opposed to that. There are four rooms and a lovely courtyard. The wife of the couple has died; I hope the husband holds onto the place for awhile.