This post is proof positive that Arizona is not just hot desert. Just a mere ride of 75 miles north of Mesa you will come to Payson and therefore the start of the Mogollon Rim (prounounced muggy-own) and the start of hundreds of thousands of mountain evergreen acres.
Two friends of mine and I decided that we were sick of the heat. So that was an easy fix. We got into a car and drove up to the Rim for the day. It was so nice and cool up there that day. We mostly just drove around - stopped for lunch. They had a green chili hamburger which I couldn't decide whether I'd be good with that or not. So I took the safe route and ordered the simple BLT. Well, this BLT had about 15 pounds of fried bacon on it - a bit too much for my liking. A BLT requires only a couple of slices of bacon if that much. So I got a dish and unloaded all of it in there but a slice or two. In retrospect, it wasn't the best BLT that I have ever had. You think they can't do anything bad to a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich which is why I always order them. They're simple. But......they do.
This is heading out of Payson going north.
Same area. That sign says Paleo Site which is a place to find lots of prehistoric bones and fossils. We didn't stop, but hang on for a post coming up on that because in three days, I would be coming back here with another couple who asked me to go along on a fossil hunt though I didn't know that at this time.
We stopped at this cute little market tucked away kinda off the highway.
Now don't judge me. I wanted to take a picture of the dog or elk or moose or whatever the builder of that little guy meant it to be - not the booze. Here's what you need to get if you ever need that pesky white elephant gift. The bottle of hooch is up to you.
Just beautiful up there.
This picture has a story. This little old lady was walking with her dog to the mail boxes with her mail. Or rather - the dog was walking her. She had to have been in her 90's and if I find out I'm older than her I'm going to kill myself. The dog was awful on a leash and he kept pulling her thus putting her off balance or making her run which she couldn't do. We went over to stop the dog from pulling. She just did not have the strength to control him. So we hoped for the best and went down to Christopher Creek and rode around the cabins on the muddy roads. I want to go back and buy one of the ones that was for sale. For curiosity sake we called the realtor. $450,000 FOR THAT LITTLE SHACK????! Give me a break.
Anyhoo, as we were going out, these two were walking back to their cabin. Dog still in charge. Debbie slowed the car down to about 2 mph because we didn't know what that dog was going to do and we were worried that he would pull her over getting out of our way.
The inevitable happened. As we went by at that slow pace, that dang dog started to chase us and pounced at the car. You just know what happened next. I looked around and there she was on the ground and couldn't get up. Debbie stopped and I was in the front and could get out faster. I ran back to her and Peggy got control of the dog and I was trying to help her up. She couldn't have weighed more than 89 pounds, but I couldn't get the correct leverage to lift her. Finally a man came out of another cabin and helped me get her up. He very gently walked her back to her cabin holding the dog on a very SHORT leash. I worried about her for 30 miles. I hope she was alright.
This was at Christopher Creek. We 'borrowed' some of those million apples from that tree. They were kind of sour but I bet if I went up there now, they'd be just right.
I coveted this cabin.
I covet alot.
I've heard somewhere that's frowned upon. :(
I couldn't see all of this cabin, but I loved it just tucked into those trees. Can you imagine how wonderful it would be living there? We talked about that but I had one problem. How far away was Costco?
This was up on top of the rim. Completely gorgeous up there in any way you choose to look.
If you can see the little hazed in mountain top about 1/3 from the left side at the top - the very back mountain top- that is Four Peaks which is down here by us. It's hard to make out.
I loved that little meadow way so far away.
And here it is closer. The little tiny town to the left is Young. On the coming Tuesday from this day, I will be taking a ride of about a hundred miles of dirt road down from the highway where we were today and follow it clear down to Young. It's a beautiful little place in the Pleasant Valley which I never even knew existed. Absolutely beautiful down there.
Hefty little jump off of that rock. Hang gliders, anyone?