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Anne Taintor gets me.

 

Yes… she’s a Maine born, Harvard educated artist.

And yes… she addresses domestic stereotypes with humor and advertisements from a bygone era.

But ya know what?

This woman gets me.

 

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See what I mean?

 

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Shoes!

Her annual engagement calendar always has a prominent place on my desk and it never fails to make me smile.

 

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Oh, those perfect 1950’s housewives…. you know the ones –  perfectly coiffed, wearing high heels and pearls to wash dishes? The ones who got a little too excited over that new Hoover the husband bought them for their anniversary?

 

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I like to imagine they were thinking this way.

 

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I know I would have.

 

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And if my hubby gave me a Hoover on our anniversary?

 

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Yes, Anne.

You get me.

Washouts, floating snakes and a giant potato.

Leaving Winslow, Arizona you see a lot of….

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Until you see these…

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And start looking for a restaurant here…

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We’d heard there was a wonderful place to eat dinner at the Orchard.

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Unfortunately…

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We didn’t bring our white water landing craft.

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This is what happens in Oak Creek Canyon, Arizona when it rains.

And mind you, I’m not talking about torrential downpours. The rain we’d had the night before wouldn’t have been enough to properly soak my garden back home in Maine.

But road after road, and driveway after driveway were impassable.

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Except for snakes.

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Apparently those suckers float right on by.

By the time we got back to Sedona it was dark, and we ended up here.

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A well reviewed steakhouse.

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It was pleasant…

And I was thirsty.

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To hell with doctors orders, I’d been a good girl and was feeling fine.

Prickly pear pomegranite cosmo?

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Come to momma!

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The salads were lovely with fresh local greens, candied pecans, goat cheese and pears with a tangy citrus vinaigrette.

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The yeast rolls with sea salt cultured butter? Light as air…

And yes, I ate 3.

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But the steaks?

Ooh la la!

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My filet mignon with truffle butter was everything you want a steak to be.

Of course for $52 it should be.

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And my baked potato was huge.

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Well, not quite.

But damn…

Now I totally want to go to the potato museum!

Canadian Potato Museum PEI

The Canadian Potato Museum is a living testament to the humble tuber and those who have tilled the soil in its evolution. 

We celebrate all things “potato”.

Highlights include the world’s largest exhibits of potato-related farm machinery, agricultural and Community artifacts and the world’s largest potato sculpture.

The world’s largest potato sculpture?

It doesn’t get much better than that!

Who’s with me?

Great!

B.Y.O.P.

(Bring your own peeler)

Mount Mingus, and beyond….

 

So we left Jerome and the Asylum.

 

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And made our way out of town….

 

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Passing what looked to be an interesting burger joint.

 

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Before we knew it, we were climbing again.

 

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I swear I never had any idea Arizona was this mountainous.

 

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This one was called Mingus.

 

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Which lead us into more snow, and the Prescott National Forest.

 

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It was rugged country.

 

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And clearly, they must have rugged cows.

 

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Up and over we went.

(Pay attention to that sign.)

 

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And down the other side to the dry grasslands of Prescott Valley.

 

 

A half an hour later?

 

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We were back at our resort…

 

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And I felt like death warmed over.

 

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It was 3:30 in the afternoon and I went to bed.

 

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Where I stayed for the next 3 days.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday? This was my view…

 

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I didn’t eat, sleep, shower or get dressed….

I was dizzy, nauseated, weak as a kitten and had the worst migraine headache imaginable. Turning over in bed took more energy than I could manage.

The fourth day…. our 35th wedding anniversary for which I had big plans?

We spent here –

 

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Where I was diagnosed with severe altitude sickness and dehydration.

 

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Isn’t that romantic?

I was flat on my back…. but not the way I intended!

The doctor told me I experienced too much elevation too soon and drank too much alcohol.

 

 

I was given anti nausea meds and told to pound the Gatorade. Constantly, day and night.

I was also told no caffeine and….

 

 

 

Positively no booze.

Yes… my nightmare come true. I couldn’t drink!

It was unfathomable, but fact. Alcohol and caffeine are dehydrating and were off limits until I acclimated and felt better.

 

 

This was not the vacation I’d planned.

 

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And this was not the liquid elixir I had in mind.

 

 

 

Finally….

 

An Advent calendar I can get behind.

Brought to you by the New Hampshire State Liquor Outlet. (No tax!)

 

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A little whiskey bottle for (almost) every day of the month. I should have bought it.

Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve… you know how it goes. But my cart was already pretty full.

 

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Hey, you celebrate your way… I’ll celebrate mine. ( Black raspberry, orange and grapefruit. Don’t judge, I’m getting my vitamin C! )

The husband and I had to take a trip down to Massachusetts and never pass up the opportunity of cheaper, tax free booze.

On the way back we stopped for lunch.

 

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An old restaurant where we used to eat had been lovingly redone.

 

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And turned into The York River Landing.

 

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It’s on the river, in York… hence the creative name.

 

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I loved their little tabletop arrangements….

 

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Which smelled wonderfully fresh and made me want to stuff the cute container in my purse.

 

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The beer selection was huge, the cocktail list small.

 

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But the Blue Kiss Martini was seconds worthy.

 

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Salad and soups were fresh and tasty. Sorry, but I forgot to photograph the rest of the meal.

Blame the Blueberry Moonshine.

I will.