Wednesday, April 21, 2010
My tale begins with mine and hubby's last vacation. Being the unorganized-organized person that I am I try to start packing a few days before I leave for anywhere. If I'm going to be gone longer then I pack that much sooner, but this time that didn't happen. Hubby and I planned to up before the sun and on the road by 5 am Thursday morning. Wednesday evening rolled around and still no packing had begun. Thursday morning I was up by 4:30, showered, threw a bunch of clothes in the suitcase, packed my overnight bag, and ran out the door. We made our customary stop at 7/11 for hot coffee and chocolate donuts then hit the road. Nine hours later we reached our destination...Bisbee Arizona. We pulled into the parking lot of this cute motel, checked in, and apparently the first thing I must have done was to partially unpack my overnight bag and place my blow dryer in the window sill.
The next morning I woke up, showered, and went to pull my blow dryer out of my overnight bag. But can you guess what I found? NO BLOW DRYER!! But how convenient that the motel had an identical one sitting in the window sill. Two mornings in a row I was ever so thankful for the nice young woman who ran the motel and for the blow dryer that was there for me to use. But each time we drove away and then pulled back into our space, I wondered, "why would an innkeeper not have a shelf or a drawer to store that blow dryer in. It didn't look very appealing sitting in the window and none of the other windows had one. Oh well! Those things happen in life.
I spent the next two days using the hotels blow dryer and upon returning home discovered that I had packed mine and also left it behind. Has this ever happened to you? Please tell me I'm not the only person who has lost their brain, or at least temporarily misplaced it?
Hubby and I decided to take a small vacation so we loaded up our car and hit the road. We thought it would be fun to explore the old mining town of Bisbee Arizona.
The town was built in the twisting turning valley’s of the Mule mountains around 1877 and soon became known as the “Queen of the Copper Camps.”
(The lobby of the Copper Queen Hotel)
I often ask myself, “what is it about these old mining towns that I love so much”? Is it just the architecture or is there more to my curiosity? I wonder about the people who lived there and what their lives must have been like? Did they dream of a better life and did they find it when they reached their destination or were they met with heartache? Where did they come from and what brought them here to the first place?
I always imagine the Victorian era as being an exciting time to live. It was a time when the common woman could be seen strolling down the street hand in arm with her beau while wearing the latest Parisian fashions or the cozy rooms of the humblest homes could be adorned with intricate wallpapers. It was the industrial age where the impossible became possible.
The little town is filled with old hotels in various stages of restoration. This one appeared to be trapped in a time warp.
We stayed in a quaint little Motor Hotel built in the 30’s called the Jonquil. The room was small, but comfortable with cottage furnishings and down coverlets.
On the side of the motel was this huge wall mural, but I don’t remember the tale behind it so I’ll give you the Link. Click on the image above.
Some of the little homes were perched on top of giant cross beams that spanned the gulch running along side the road. It was a quirky little town with plenty to do and see.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Did you all have a lovely Easter? I do hope so! We rose early to attend the Sunrise service at our little chapel in the canyons and it was freezing cold outside! There we sat bundled in blankets watching the sun rise over the mountain tops. It was such a glorious morning.
Afterward we came back to our little cottage to finish housework before our guests arrived.
But with my garden beckoning me outdoors it was hard to stay in… alas, there was still so much to do.
Puppies romped in the yard searching for hidden Easter eggs.
The poppies opened their petals to enjoy the warmth of the Son.
The little one’s searched too.
All in all it was a very blessed day.