This morning, after a wonderful breakfast with good company, Hal and I hit the road on the motorbikes about noon. After a playful ride through the turns on 89 south of Prescott near the White Spar area, we ended up in Prescott. An unplanned bonus was the crafts fair that was going on in the square! The minute I saw the booth with tie-dye clothes, I had to stop. I love tie-dye.
So, we parked and started to walk. The first thing we did was buy a giant cup of lemonade for each of us. As we left town, it was 110° F, and it didn’t cool down until we got past Wickenburg, and then only to around 100°. We had to ride almost all the way to Prescott for it to sink into the 90s. While we sat and drank our lemonade at the courthouse square, a sign on the top of a building said 95°.
As we were sitting there, we noticed this:
I don’t know if it’s been there all along, but maybe because we usually see Prescott late in the day I have never noticed it before.
I love the compass rose at the north end:
There was some drama:
This little girl wanted her mom to buy her these blue wings. (“Mom I need these wings!”) Mom was unmoved. The booth was a little girl’s dream come true, so I could totally understand. It had fairy wings, enchanted dresses, tiaras, wands, you name it. This dress would have made my dreams come true when I was young:
There were so many things to be interested in:
and of course the cute dogs at the top of this post. And all this taking place under the benign scrutiny of the serene countenance of the courthouse.
We hung out in Prescott for a while, cooling down.
Then, inevitably, we had to gear up and get back on the bikes, and head home. As we rode toward I-17, the temperature rose again, and as we descended toward Phoenix, we stopped once at Sunset Point to wet our clothes and cool down. All the way in, the temperature hovered between 108°-110°F.
And you wonder why I ride out of here every weekend?