The doc recently took a weekend trip home to soak up some sun and baseball. He brought me back this amazing cacti mug, which is making early mornings that much easier
Tag: arizona
cross country.
Roanhorse Canyon, Navajo Nation, norther New Mexico–Sean’s grandma’s land. It’s the most perfect camping spot and the only one we got to hit up this summer as part of our cross country journey from Phoenix to Boston, where we are now together, putting our house together.
Summer, why do you ever have to leave? See more snaps from our trip here.
tripping.
After a successful 2014 trip to Catalina State Park in Oro Valley, Arizona, Sean and I decided to venture back to the beautiful campground and hiking spot for another go around last week. It’s a gorgeous spot. Plenty of trails (which allow dogs, hurrah!) and campground facilities, all the while making you feel remote and alone at your campsite.
We pitched tent on Friday early evening and settled into a relaxing evening of margaritas and snacks. A black widow scare later and breakfast the next morning, we set out on our first hike of the weekend. Little did we know, a dog would come out of no where and maul our poor pooch Jack, forcing us to scamper down the mountain and to an emergency clinic. Jack is lucky to be alive; we are lucky to have him, and a few hours of surgery later, we were packing up our campsite and returning to Phoenix.
I don’t know how I feel about ever going back to Catalina. It held such fond memories, but now, all I can think about is that dog, ripping Jack’s throat, and the panic that ensued. For me, living in Boston, an escape to 85 degree Phoenix was plenty enough. All I wanted was sun and warmth, cocktails like Sean’s famous Moscow Mules in the copper mugs I bought him last year…. and of course cacti. I got all of those things.
sunshine.
I spent Thanksgiving with my guy Sean and his family in sunny Phoenix. These saguaro never get old. Right?
camping.
This summer, I spent most of my time on various amazing, life changing trips. Nights in a moon roofed tent, days hiking in canyons and swimming in secluded lakes. If I could go back and start them all over again, I would. If you want to see some snaps from my jaunt through the southwest, pictures are here but have yet to be organized. Oh, and we did that whole east coast, Tennessee, and Smoky Mountain thing, too.
Can we please go back to summer vacation?
spring break.
I spent my spring break on two camping trips–I began in southern Arizona, surrounded by more than 5,000 saguaro cacti, and then flew to Savannah, Georgia to meet my mum and sister to camp along the eastern seacoast all the way home.
It was a blast; the weather in Arizona was delicious, and I managed to read 3 books and knit 2 sweaters in all the relaxation.
You can check out snaps from the trip here. Or, wade through last year’s cross country camping trip as well.
southwest socks.
Another pair of those perfect fit men’s ribbed socks. My guy loves these and so I try to make him a few pairs a year. These were inspired by the amazing colors of his southwest and our summer camping trip to the Grand Canyon and Lake Powell.
Knit up using 1/2 a skein of Malabrigo Yarn Sock in terracotta and a tiny bit of ShiBui Sock in rapids for the heel and toe detail.
camp, 6.2013
This summer, I spent two weeks in the southwest, where my guy lives. Naturally, facing oppressive temperatures in Phoenix during the month of June, instead of simply sweating it all out in lethargy, we opted to chase cooler climes on a series of camping trips across Northern Arizona. Camping, after all, is how we first met.
Traversing the stunning, and vast, Navajo Nation, we stopped through the Tuba City Reservation, where my parents used to live, camped in the tranquil high desert of the Grand Canyon North Rim (for the non-tourist types), and enjoyed splashing in the low, but cold waters of Lake Powell at Wahweap.
It was a trip I wish I was still in; away from it all; great talk and beautiful landscape, playing cards, and cold beers, and tents, and camp stove cooking. It’s the way summer is meant to be observed.
cactus.
Shot of some cactus, from my last trip to Phoenix, in March. Aren’t they gorg?
red rock.
Nothing more spectacular; northern Arizona.
phoenix #4, 6.16
We did a lot of this, too. It was gorgeous, all the time. More snaps from Phoenix here.
phoenix #3, 6.15
Such a gentleman, holding doors, and things. More snaps from Phoenix here.
