Due to recent budget cuts, the rising cost of gas and oil, plus the current state of the economy, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.
Doctors have found that a smooth philtrum, the groove between the upper lip and the nose, can be one of the symptoms of fetal alcohol syndrome. How did anyone ever make that connection? My philtrum is smooth, and I can’t remember ever seeing my father take a drink. I can remember my mother ordering a Pink Lady once, but I don’t think she finished it.
Anyone planning to travel in Arizona’s Rim Country ought to get a few issues of Arizona Highlands Magazine (not to be confused with the well-known Arizona Highways). Home-based in Payson, Arizona Highlands covers the great central forests and their net catches Prescott, Sedona, Flagstaff, and Roosevelt. Picturesque prose and storytelling photography mostly under the bylines of two guys who have a couple of the good jobs in the world: wandering scenic Arizona and sharing its images. Email AZHighlands@Payson.com .
It seems like it wasn’t so many years ago I was an avid cyclist a member of an active cycling club. I still have many friends from those days, and many are reading here. They may be interested in a web site I came across while doing a little fact-checking for a recent blog, a googlesearch led me to:
Craig visited the Mogollon Rim Visitor Center two weeks before I did. Craig journals about his bike ride through Arizona and Utah that began in April 2011. I’ve been in a few of the Arizona places on his itinerary and plan to get to Utah after a little swing into New Mexico. He writes well and is having good cycling adventures.
The ten-year-old site hosts hundreds of journals of cyclists who’ve done fabulous trips to obscure places in the world. The site also hosts forums and ads looking for cycle buddies.
It is good reading for an over-the-hill cyclist and for those who still have hills to conquer.
I left Payson via Rt 260. For my last benediction I stopped at the 260Cafe. I ordered a Paul Bunyan Pancake. An order is one. It was the size of a Frisbee and hung over the edges of the plate. Last time I saw food hang over the edge of a plate was a prime rib in Durgin Park in Boston. The price of the pancake was two-sixty. Wonder how they came up with that price point.
I just learned Howard Camping (you know, the end-of-the-world guy) lives in Alameda. What a coincidence. I was camping in Alameda until last October.