So this past week my little brother Chris was visiting. We decided to head up to Prescott for the weekend to see my sister Marie, her fiance Kyle and their two puppies. I couldn't have asked for more glorious weather. It was such a welcome change from our 110 degree temps. In fact, it was so cold that I asked Clark to bring us jackets as he drove up to meet us after work. We stayed for two days and two nights. I could have stayed for a whole week. Prescott really is a fun little town. No pictures but I want to remember...
- Feeding ducks at the lake.
- Dinner at Bill's Pizza- delicious. Booker insisting on wearing his knight costume and pretending to fight the other diners- embarrassing.
- Seeing a movie with Chris, Marie, my friend Ashley and NO KIDS. Thank you so much for babysitting, Kyle!
- Sitting around the fire and catching up with my sibs.
- Breakfast at the Dinner Bell- biscuits as big as your face. Yum.
- Walking around downtown Prescott and listening to a local band play.
- Getting candy at the candy shop- trying chocolate covered red vines and jalapeno peanut brittle for the first time. Yuck and yum.
- Staying up late and watching episodes of Arrested Development.
Not a single picture. I know you wanted to see my cute sister and her cute pregnant belly. Her cozy wood cabin in the middle of a mountain. Her new puppy, Opi. I'm sorry. I've failed you. Chris stole my camera for a second and caught one of Booker and Dakota. Satisfied?
Maybe this will make up for it.
On Saturday my sister had to work for a few hours so we decided to go kill some time in nearby Jerome. It's an old mining/ghost town built into the side of a hill. It's like San Francisco meets the Wild West, with all the hills and whatnot. Back in the day, it was known as "the wickedest town in the West." Nowadays, it's a teeny tiny little place (population around 400) with some really neat architecture, great atmosphere and yummy hamburgers. If you're in the area, check it out. You won't be disappointed.
As we drove up Mingus Mountain to get there, it was pouring rain. I was secretly relieved that I wouldn't have to lug my camera around. But just as we entered Jerome, the skies cleared and it turned into a gorgeous day. We walked around town (it took about 5 minutes) and came upon what remains of the old Bartlett Hotel.
It's an old shell of a building (apparently Jerome was burnt to the ground not once but three times). We spent a good chunk of time throwing coins in- almost 10 minutes, that's like an hour in toddler time.
None of us made it into the expert pitch but Clark and I both got one in some of the other things.
I wish I could say he had just woken up from a nap... nope.
The boys played at the park while I wandered around town a little bit.
And then we headed over to the Haunted Hamburger for some yummy local cuisine.
Booker ordered a haunted quesadilla with extra ghosts.
The hamburgers were great, the view from the restaurant patio was even better.