Man, it seems like every time I turn around, another week has gone by since my last post. I think I'll try turning around more often.
A couple of peaceful days in the above picturesque hinterlands marked my triumphant return to Arizona, followed by what has turned out to be a solid week in and around bustling Tucson. Not because I'm all that wild about the place, but it's a city as good as any, and after the long westward drive, I needed to kick up my heels for a bit and take care of a number of things on my to-do list. Love 'em or not, big cities are still good for that.
Having been at this nomadic game for well over seven years now, more and more I find myself returning to places I've already been several times. Like Tucson, which I passed through for the first time about six years ago. Changes that may elude the locals really jump out at you when you pop into a place only once every year or two.
The good: there are now so many microbreweries in the Old Pueblo that inclusion in any top ten list is far from a given. Some damn fine progress right there. The not so good: funky old places go out of business, new parking meters somehow sprout from the sidewalk, roads crumble, and the drones continue to multiply and run around as if whatever they're doing must be the single most important thing in the world. At the very least, way more important than whoever's ahead of them in line/traffic/whatever.
And as the sprawl continues to sprawl, open space comes at more of a premium, but as the pictures show, I still manage to find my spots. In a way, the bigger a town gets, the easier it is for the seasoned nomad to slip through the cracks.
New slogan for Tucson: Not quite Phoenix, but we're working on it!