Press Cut

During our blog buddies get together Friday, Sheryl and Holly recommended that I visit the fine city of Prescott. I've been very few places in Arizona so Rick and I packed up our shih tzu Lola, a cooler of Diet Coke and a few snacks and headed out. Quite a big adventure for us.

I took my camera but of course shot no pictures. (The same happened at the lunch Friday.  Go to Holly's blog to see the picture and hear about the fun we had.) I don't ever take good photos and I like to blame it on my cheap camera. So let's all just imagine that I took pictures. Shall we?

The reason for the title of this blog "press cut" is to show the difference between how we (foreigners from Idaho) and they (Arizonans) say the name Prescott. In Idaho we seem to believe that Prescott is pronounced "press cot," like a camping bed or the cot in apricot. Do you get that? But here in the south, they say "press cut" as in "cut to the chase." That's Arizonan talk, y'all.

(And they tell me that instead of "tem pea " with accent on the tem as I had always heard, Tempe is pronounced "tem PEA" accent on the pe. So now I feel like I've just massacred the entire English pronunciation key. And my brain hurts.)

The main thing is I have no visual evidence of our journey.  Suffice it to say a lovely time was had by all. The landscape looked more like Idaho land than the desert we're living in. There were pine trees, cedars, and something resembling sagebrush. People in Prescott are very friendly. (It's called "every one's home town" for a good reason.) We ate lunch at a liquor store--really. It's a liquor store with a sandwich/pizza restaurant on the side. The food was most tasty and everyone chatted and told us about sights we might like around the state. We visited the historic down town. Saw thrift shops, art galleries and all form of souvenir shops. Lola liked the cooler weather. It was a chilly 50 degrees. (We're all so wimpy now from living in the hubs of hell.)

 We came home through Congress--the scenic route. We even got to see three deer bound across the road right up a steep canyon. I enjoyed the winding road down the mountain. (Sorry, Sheryl, I had no idea where to find your abode. I was going to ask at the fire station, but I thought that might be embarrassing. Next time.)

The only problems encountered were that Lola got a thorn in her paw while peeing and a tire pressure warning light came on in my car on the final leg of our trip. (I just give up on that dang car. I don't want to talk about it.)

But our outing was most enjoyable. Then we watched Kyle win the Nationwide race, Arizona lose to UConn in the NCAA "elite 8," and went to bed at 8:30 because we were exhausted from our trek.

 I'm sure that description is better than any darned ol' pictures I could have shot.  Who said, "A picture's worth a thousand words" any way? I'm sure he/she had a better camera than I do.