Postcards from Phoenix
We made it to Phoenix! Four days in the car with four dogs. I don’t recommend it, but it was necessary. We were able to stop one evening and have dinner with some dear friends who just happened to be at their awesome vacation home in the Wild West. (They live across the street from us in Tryon. Small world?) They let our dogs take over their yard and cooked us the best chicken picatta I’ve ever had, and I’m not just saying that because we’d overdosed on McDonalds on the road.
Is it hot here? Alarmingly so. We’ve broken several temperature records in my first week. It was 105 when I went to bed last night. I wish I were kidding. Yes, it’s a dry heat, but did I mention it was 105 last night?
I’ve been keeping up with Tryon news, of course, via Facebook and the Bulletin’s website. If I were there, I’d be waving a picket sign at every protest against Duke’s proposal to mess up our Camelot, but I can still write letters (Hey, I’m writing one now!), and encourage you all to do the same. We’re a sleepy little town, but we’re not fast asleep, and our voices can make a difference, so don’t be shy with those opinions.
I’m happy to see Michael Baughman will be writing a Tryon column in the Bulletin. I enjoyed his blog about moving to Tryon when he arrived, and look forward to his observations. He’s a good guy.
I miss Tryon already, but know it will be easy to stay in touch. It’s a funny feeling not knowing a soul everywhere I go here after living in such a friendly town, and even though I’m certain I’ll find a lot to love about Phoenix, I have no illusions my life here will be anything like what I left behind.
Until my next postcard …