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who was it, hmmmm?
which one of you?
I know that one of you has to have been to flagstaff, arizona.
you had walked the old fashioned streets.
drank at one of the local breweries.
eaten some of the best diner breakfast around.
hiked the butterscotch-tree lined mountain in the background.
dug the vibe.
spent too much money at the second-hand book store.
spent too much time at the one with the records.
listened to the train wail from miles away before coming to stop right across from the main streets.
yet didn’t tell me.
probably didn’t tell anyone.
shame on you.
and shame on me.
as I’m this far into writing this.
and am now thinking about doing the same.
Oops, that would have been… me. I used to sell to WL Gore (Goretex) which is located just outside of town in the woods. It’s the most unusual manufacturing location you’ll ever see; a series of wood buildings that blend in with the surrounding forest and probably the most picturesque corporate site around.
North of town is the tallest peak (Mt. Humphreys) in Arizona at over 12,500 feet. I’ve backpacked there and seen (and heard, damn those coyotes) plenty of wildlife. I guess you were too busy checking out the coeds at NAU, ha ha.
It is a little secret gem that we try to keep to ourselves, but don’t mind at all when someone new discovers it. Its a secret meant to be shared. Heck, I used to commute to PHX because I didn’t want to give up my mountain roost. But like all things come to an end, the mountain told me when it was time to go, so I listened. Now I can only dream of the butterscotch ponderosas and the kachinas dancing around me as I meditate on a sacred peak.
I nearly bought a plane ticket on the strength of that last photo alone. Oof.
SD Steve – I had a feeling
msKris – how long were you in Flagstaff? and what in the world did you say to the mountain to make her tell you ‘it was time’??
Frank – so good. like, you don’t even know.