downstairs cleaning this afternoon, the sunlight entering
through my eastern windows faded quickly. Crossing my fingers,
I walked out the front door and snapped a few pictures for good
measure. A storm was brewing just northeast of my location,
and luckily seemed to be heading my way.
I should mention that I love the monsoon season in Arizona...I
know many others do not share my predilection. But these
summer storms have a certain je ne
sais quoi...a seeming ability to
transcend the boiling rut of summer and make it feel new again.
Many of the sentiments date back
to the elementary school years, when those precious summer months
meant something entirely different than they do now. As
creatures of curious stimulus, we sometimes find comfort in those
few stable elements of our lives that repeat each year ad nauseum...The
monsoons are as such for me.
A brief hiatus from the blog, but I
come back with content. Actually, I'll confess a bit of
writer's block that affects me even now. I know the only way
to overcome this pitfall is to keep writing...so if the quality
suffers as I go along here, my apologies.
As I wrote last week, the family and I took a
trip to Lake Arrowhead over the weekend. We didn't stay for
very long, I'm sad to say. Not nearly long enough. The
weather was obscenely beautiful with the temperatures never gracing
the 90 degree platform. There was nary a cloud in the satiny
blue sky. To leave Arizona during the hottest month was the
best part about it all, though it left a fog over our mind when we
thought about going back home.
Here, just see for yourself.
Does it get much better than that? This was
Saturday, our day at Lake Gregory. It's not too far away from
the town of Lake Arrowhead, and kids prefer it as a destination,
owing to the water slides and all. If you look close in the
next picture, you can see it winding down through the trees.
If only I had a better trained eye for this type of thing, the slide
would be the focus of the picture, rather that...well, nothing in
particular. Maybe that big tree in the middle. Which
looks like it belongs in Rockefeller Center.
It's quite sad...I'm looking through the
photos I took, and it's bare indeed. I hardly took time to
snap anything. What can I say, I was too busy not doing
anything in particular. Not something I get to do very often.
When Sumner ran up to the lake, he had two
very important questions for us. Why was there sand in the
pool? Where is the blue water? He wanted blue water, if
possible. He even said please and thank you. But that
didn't stop him from diving right in. And let me tell you, it
was cold water. Dad didn't even go in past his ankles.
What a bum.
We stayed in Lake Arrowhead until about 4:00pm on Sunday.
More often than not, we leave in the early morning hours, but this
time we just couldn't pull ourselves away from the scene. We
played pool, read, played more pool, read again, ate, sat out on the
deck, and read some more. I finished Harry Potter #6 on the
Wait, I feel redundant. I digress.
I saw some interesting mountains a ways off in the distance as we
were traveling home on the I-10 that evening, and it made me realize
again just how beautiful and varied Arizona is. I'll probably
never even see a tenth of the things this state has to offer.
Sorry about the fuzziness of the pictures, it was getting dark and
we were traveling at 80 mph, after all. But you'll get the
That cold that I mentioned last week is still with me.
I can't stop coughing and it's becoming annoying. Yes, I ought
to take better care of myself, and I thought I was over this bout
until the cool mountain air entered my lungs late Thursday night.
I woke up feeling it Friday morning, and I'm having the hardest time
See, I told you i'd wander all over this blog. A million
apologies. I'm going to end it there, if you don't mind.
Enjoy the pictures, and be sure to head on over the the
Moblah'g when you have the opportunity.
Always something going on there, for certain.