Small Towns and Mountain Roads
Sometimes you just have to get away from it all and get into the mountains. That's what we did recently. We got in the car and drove into the mountains with no particular destination in mind. We needed to break up our routine and look at different scenery. We traveled along the Mogollon Rim, a mountain range in Northern Arizona.
I Like Small Towns
We parked our car in Pine, a very small town consisting of one main street, and ate at our favorite mom and pop little diner. They cook everything from scratch and I yearned for a slice of homemade fruit pie. Unfortunately, they were out of fruit pies. I'm not keen on cream pie, so we decided on a little breakfast with our coffee while we enjoyed the cooler weather and local clientele.
On the way back to our car we noticed the townspeople setting up what looked like an exhibit in the park. We noticed crafts, booths with food, picnic tables, kettle corn, and interesting presentations. I felt right at home with these friendly townspeople.
Any idea what this flower is called? I found it fascinating.
I thought it was a statue. I learned it's a Turkey Hawk. He never moved.
I’ve got to get that husband of mine to smile more.
I picked up these two clowns. No problem smiling with them!
We headed north on the Beeline Highway to Winslow Arizona. Everybody gets their picture taken standing on the corner in Winslow, Arizona, including me! The guy who photo bombed in the background felt so bad that he offered to take one of us. I didn't like it as much because the girl in the flatbed Ford didn't show like in this one!
When a lady gets a craving, look out! I made my own pie in my own kitchen using my own apricots from my own tree, prolific in fruit this year. I love it when I have so much I can give it away. It just goes to show ya; sometimes the best things in life are right in your own backyard!
What is your pleasure, small towns or big cities?