Rising from the ashes
May 7, 2009 by stevegrand
I can’t do big cities, especially American ones. I really don’t understand how. I never know whether I’m in a safe neighbourhood or one where someone is going to pull a gun on me if I get out of the car. I can never find anything – I just don’t recognise the cues. I’m not being ironic when I say that I’m sure Phoenix has hundreds of interesting places to go, it’s just that I couldn’t find any of them. The motel’s stack of tourist brochures had ones about Flagstaff, Sedona (who’d have guessed it?), the Grand Canyon, even Las Vegas, but I didn’t see any about Phoenix. If you live there, don’t write and tell me what I missed – I’m sure it’s all lovely – it’s just that it was a hundred degrees in the shade and I couldn’t be bothered to try very hard.
So I had a short, very sweaty hike in South Mountain Park, slobbed around outside Starbucks in the shade of some pretty yellow-blossomed trees, then spent a fair chunk of the day in my room, enjoying the simple pleasure of not having to go anywhere for a while. I caught up with my emails and will try to do a little writing this evening. Tomorrow is another day.
Phoenix Sky Harbor, seen from South Mountain. Not many cities can claim whole sets of mountain ranges in their midst!
(Sara, if you’re reading this, stop! You said you wouldn’t)
Location: same as last night
Today’s sensations: For reasons I won’t go into, I feel a little welcome peace has descended.