Roadrunners

We have heard that Phoenix, AZ is the snowbird capital of the U.S. and now we understand why.  Retired people from all over the northern states migrate here in the winter-time.  However, Jerry and I have decided our lives here resemble roadrunners rather than snowbirds. The warm weather and sunshine make us want to load up the car everyday, aim it toward the next chosen point of interest, and GO!  I saw a real-live roadrunner on a desert road the other day and I could totally relate to it's speed and excitement; there is so much to see and do here!

  We signed up for the sunset ride at the Ponderosa Riding Stables in the South Mountains.

Driving the Apache Trail was a bit scary but the views were worth all the nervousness.

The hiking trails took some getting used to, but now they are one of our favorite things to do.

Petroglyphs along the trail.

This is the church we have been attending for the past three weeks in Goldfield Ghost Town in Apache Junction.

On our first visit I was greeted by an usher with a pistol on his hip, which I believed to be part of the costumed 'flare' of the town, until I noticed the pianist.

While making small talk with some folks in our pew, we were told that many members come to church on horseback and need to be armed against the rattlesnakes.  

The Case Grande National Monument, abandoned in 1450.

The Tonto National Forest Cave Dwellings.  

The locals say, "Forget fishing in Arizona."  I'm so happy he hasn't given up yet, even a roadrunner has to be still once in a while.