I was in Phoenix only one full (low-energy) day, and I decided to check out St. Mary's Basilica. I took the light-rail to the general vicinity, but once downtown I got disoriented. It took three strangers, one Downtown Ambassador, a climb to the top of the plaza, and a rickshaw driver's directions to get me to the very-obvious structure. I say that's not bad.
Again I was unprepared for Phoenix's cold, gray weather. I stopped into the basilica gift shop and chatted about the ragged (61°F) cold and clouds; I confessed (ha!) that I hadn't brought the right clothes. The friar offered to lend me a jacket - "you can bring it back when you leave." Aw!
Then a quick trip to Tucson.
|Not shilling for UMI, I just liked their Venus of Willendorf-like logo.|
Lori suggested we stop in Rock Springs on our way back. You should, too. It's unexpected. Now I've ruined the surprise and you'll be expecting it.