When I first flew into Phoenix, over 30 years ago, I remember looking out of the plane window and thinking—argh, what a colorless, god-forsaken place this is! Thankfully, I discovered how wrong I was.
The warmer it gets in Arizona, the more I begin to dream about Alberta. There is nothing quite as special as hike in early June to the Lake Agnes Tea House, at Lake Louise.
A synchronous event has occurred. And from what I've read, this one doesn't happen very often.
Sometimes you live in a place for the longest time and never really see it.
It has finally become somewhat wintery in the Valley of the Sun. In other words, we have sunny skies and temps in the mid-60s. There are so many places to explore around here.
This was an extraordinary summer. Fires raged and ashes fell. Blue skies gave way to an orange glow. Lack of rain encouraged the flames wrath. There was still beauty amongst the ashes.