The day I’d been dreading had arrived.
Our Arizona departure.
(Hang on, not quite yet.)
We packed, and while cleaning out the condo I found this.
Oh, sure. Hide the wild animal warning sheet where the unsuspecting tourists won’t find it until it’s too late. Heck, I would have enjoyed spotting the occasional wild pig or bloodthirsty squirrel strolling the grounds during our stay… but no. And now we’re leaving. What a rip off.
Check out time was 10:00 am, but our flight didn’t leave till 2:30 pm so we took our time and said goodbye to the rocks.
The beautiful red rocks…
We said goodbye to the pink sidewalks and buildings…
I even said goodbye to this guy…
Who was still trying to escape the rocks.
We had our last chuckle at the weirdest mailbox we’d ever seen.
And bid the rocks farewell…
You’re beautiful….
And we will miss you..
(Okay, I’ll miss you. The husband said once you’ve seen one rock, you’ve seen them all. He’s a heathen. A heathen I tell you!)
And just like that, we were gone…
Heading down to Phoenix to catch our flight.
Phoenix.
Where there are no rocks…
Just cactus.
Lots and lots of cactus.
Veritable forests of cactus.
Some of them … weird.
Okay…
Not that weird, but still.
River's world..... 
End. Of. An. Era.
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I know. It’s tragic. What will I write about when I run out of rocks…?
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Pebbles?
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Perhaps….
Of course ours are currently covered in snow.
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We were supposed to fly out today, but delayed our flight until Tuesday because of a blizzard at home.
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More time amongst the rocks is never a bad thing…
Are you staying in Sedona?
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I would not have guessed that Arizona had cicadas. Hey, I learned something from these posts!
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I strive for educational content…
😉
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I see they didn’t mention the scorpions. They have the most deadly, painful scorpions in the US down there. The worst of the lot are the tiny bark scorpions. But I think they hibernate, so maybe they don’t have to tell you about them in winter …
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More creatures that want to kill me. I’m lucky to have escaped Arizona alive…
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Love that mailbox!
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I know! Fun.. and weird.
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Hi Ho Silver . . . and away!
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Phoenix
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So, cactus. No red rocks.
I’m sorry.
😉
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🙂
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You have time now… it’s about a 2 hour drive. Go see the rocks!!!
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So you never got to Camelback–oh well there are more trips ahead!
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No. We didn’t spend any time in Phoenix…. not enough rocks!
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I call dibs on the name “Bloodthirsty Squirrels” for the rock band I have just now decided to form!
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With my compliments.
Be sure to send me your demo…
😉
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Cool. I dig on unique mailboxes. Sadly, I’m with your husband on the red rocks. We have coyotes here, too. Are there coyotes in Maine?
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There are. We hear them howling at night sometimes… very eerie.
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I have some in the woods behind me. I hear them ‘talking’ every night. Sometimes they party in my garage.
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And don’t invite you? Cheeky bastards…
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That’s what I thought!
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Do not fret that you have loved (rocks) and lost….but that you got to see them, photograph them THOUSANDS of times and shared them with us….(how many blogs? 48?) and enjoy them with us.
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True.
And if I ever run out of blog topics? There are a few hundred photos yet to be shared..
😈
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*sigh*
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Did you knock a piece of rock off and take it with you as a memento? I have a terrible habit of doing that 😊
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I actually did… but regrettably left them in the rental car!
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