Coronado Scenic Byway

US-70 driving east in Arizona

It was about two years ago (click here to read that blog entry) that we first drove up the Coronado Scenic Byway. Seemed like a good time to pay it another visit, so we drove out US-60, heading east until joining US-70, which passed these snow-covered mountains. We are looking for US-191 north.

Desert Flowers in Arizona

Between winter and spring, we are rewarded with the colors of nature returning to vibrancy and the cool air of transition before summer starts to bake us in about 60 days.

Clifton, Arizona

Clifton is close to being a ghost town. Only the continuing mining operations in Morenci are keeping this old place partially inhabited. For a time, visitors came for the local hot springs, but these days, it’s hard to find a reference to them, and from the number of people on the streets of Clifton, it doesn’t seem like a hot destination. This is a shame, really, as the drive we are about to start here that goes up to Alpine, Arizona, is one of the most beautiful in the state.

Heading north on Highway 191 in Arizona

Just look at all that natural beauty. This is on the edge of the large open-pit mine and not yet in the scenic part.

Heading north on Highway 191 in Arizona

For over 100 years, this area has been supporting a small population to mine copper, one of the three C’s Arizona was long known for, the other two being cotton and cattle.

Heading north on Highway 191 in Arizona

From desert mountains filled with ore.

Heading north on Highway 191 in Arizona

To tree-covered mountains filled with switchbacks, about 400 of them. Hairpin turns are a large part of why we can only average about ten mph on this byway.

Heading north on Highway 191 in Arizona

We plod along slowly, gaining elevation as we go.

Caroline Wise hunting for a toilet on Highway 191 in Arizona

Until we reach the snow line and hope for an open bathroom. I’m only pointing that out because if the snow is knee-deep and I could have taken a photo of Caroline in a scenic location, what is the significance of the building behind her? It’s an unlocked bathroom.

Heading north on Highway 191 in Arizona

Please, God of the Narrow Roads, do not allow someone else to be driving south as we need to maneuver this thread of a road without snow tires or chains. The idea earlier in the day was that we’d turn around if we hit an unsafe part of the road where snow or ice blocked our way, but here there is hardly enough room for that.

Caroline Wise and John Wise Heading north on Highway 191 in Arizona

Getting out to snap a selfie in the middle of the road and to catch our breath from the hairpin turns, deep snow on both sides of the car, and narrow part of the road we are still able to drive on.

Heading north on Highway 191 near Hannagan Meadows

We’ve reached Hannagan Meadow, and the road has widened. With only 23 miles left to Alpine, we feel that the worst is over.

Heading north on Highway 191 near Hannagan Meadows

And so we relax and spend some time checking out the scenery.

Caroline Wise and John Wise on the Mogollon Rim in Arizona

We remain in the snow a good majority of the drive home until we reach south of Payson. Somewhere out there, we encountered this 7-foot tall giant snowman, admiring his haircut; as much as we did, we knew we had to stop to take a picture of all three of us.

Adding Color

Flowers on our balcony in Phoenix, Arizona

In getting situated in our new apartment we went and bought some flowers to brighten our balcony. Locking up the condo a little more than a week ago was a bittersweet moment, but with the money we’ll be saving, we should be able to afford even more travel. Matter of fact this Saturday, we are planning a drive north on the eastern side of Arizona. I’ll report back then.

Renaissance Festival & Closure

Renaissance Festival in Arizona

If it’s the new year, it must be time to visit the Renaissance Festival, and if it’s 2003, it could be the sixth or seventh time we’ve driven out this way just past Mesa to spend the day getting sunburned, fatter, and poorer.

Renaissance Festival in Arizona

Ah, the Ded Bob Show. A crowd favorite every time.

Renaissance Festival in Arizona

Besides the turkey legs, blazing sun, and great entertainment, we are out here for the artists and craftspeople who make all manner of really cool, often expensive, stuff. Many of the decorations in our apartment are from right here, including art pieces from Bungled Jungle, a metal smith who makes some great dragon mirrors, a broom maker, our didgeridoo, some jewelry, and then there’s this weaver.

Renaissance Festival in Arizona

Caroline has been eyeballing master weaver Margaret Fischer’s work every time we come to the Ren Fest. While Greentree Weaving holds a special place in Caroline’s heart, the cost of these works is not cheap, and at about $250 for the Ruana above, she debates with herself and ultimately talks herself out of buying one. Someday, she’ll give in.

Our Condo at 16420 N Thompson Peak Pkwy Unit 1089 in Scottsdale, Arizona

Goodbye condo. You ultimately proved too expensive and incompatible with our desire to travel more. The thousand dollars a month we can save by renting a smaller apartment feels well worth the downsizing at this time. It does come with a bit of ego-bruising for me as this is America, and we are measured by our material wealth more than any other aspect of who we are. Success implies we must drive the right car and have the right address.

Oh well, that’s not ultimately very important. How much we laugh, cry at profound beauty, hold hands when walking into a forest we are enchanted with, buy a fridge magnet of a lighthouse we visited, or cringe at the worst, saggiest bed we’ve ever slept in, these things are important as they are our experiences and not our belongings or material objects to put on display to impress others. With a bittersweet look back at Unit 1089, we depart and move on to new adventures.

La Quinceanera

Yadell Perez and Roberto Perez in Phoenix, Arizona

Yadell Perez is turning 15 years old today. She’s being helped out of the car by her father, Roberto Perez. Today is her La Quinceanera.

Her mom is Socorro Perez, and with this special event, the family and friends will be celebrating Yadell’s coming of age.

Caroline and I are here because of Arturo and Guadalupe Silva, who invited us along. They are Yadell’s godparents. Prior to this Caroline nor I had any idea what a Quinceanera is.

Ximena Silva-Avila and Melissa Silva in Phoenix, Arizona

Arturo and Guadalupe’s daughters Melissa and Sophia were already having fun at the church before everyone headed to the resort for the festivities, but first, Yadell received blessings from the priest. With the proceedings finished, Yadell and her closest friends piled into the white stretch limousine for the ride to the party.

I could be mistaken, but I believe this is Yadell’s grandfather; if he’s not, he looks like a great guy to have as one.

Roberto Perez and his brothers in Phoenix, Arizona

Roberto and his brothers.

Arturo Silva and Yadell Perez in Phoenix, Arizona

Yadell had a short dance with all of the guests of honor, including my friend Arturo.

Yadell Perez in Phoenix, Arizona

Food, dancing, music, and about 100 guests kept the place jumping into the late night. Thanks to everyone for welcoming Caroline and me into this beautiful event. Congratulations to Yadell on her entry to womanhood.

New Apartment

Loft Apartment in Phoenix, Arizona

We sold our condo last month and have agreed to turn over the keys on Sunday, February 23rd, so the new owner can take possession the following day. We had a deposit on another place and a contract signed up in Scottsdale, but Sonal asked if we couldn’t move closer to her and the girls, so I found this loft at Union Hills and Cave Creek Road in Phoenix.

Loft Apartment in Phoenix, Arizona

Caroline’s initial response when I told her of the place was, “Absolutely NOT!” So I took photos and drew out a floor plan, and she softened a bit. After bringing her by, she started realizing that we were going to be in an apartment with nobody living above us, below us, or side-to-side, and we only shared one common wall that had two full bathrooms dividing the living spaces; she started to warm up even more. We signed the contract.

Loft Apartment in Phoenix, Arizona

We have about two weeks to slowly drag stuff out of our condo and over here to the loft. Another stage in our life gets underway.

My Father Dies

John Wise Sr in Ontario, California

This is my father, John Wise Sr., on September 23, 2000, after having his left leg amputated; the right had been taken off somewhere before 1995. Before they’d take his leg, they needed to bring his blood sugar down, which, from what I understood, was estimated to be somewhere in the 600’s. For a minute, he was a calm and focused man, relieved even that the pain of a rotting leg might disappear. But of course, the nerve damage brought on by raging diabetes was going to play its role in tormenting him for unrelenting belligerence my father knew how to own. For the next couple of years, he’d be in and out of hospitals. Dad is 56 years old in this photo. He was born on March 16, 1944, in Buffalo, New York.

Caroline Wise and John Wise Sr in Ontario, California

Fast forward to June 2002 and my father is a shadow of the man I knew him as. He’s now 58, which will also be the end of his birthdays. By this time, he’d slipped into a diabetic coma and nearly died, but as he didn’t have a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order, he was kept alive. When he came to he’d lost a good chunk of his memory and lost the ability to understand what came after the number 5, both value or conceptually. When he learned of our visit, he felt he needed to clean up and had his wife Diana give him a haircut, and he shaved so he could look nice for us. In his last year of life, he’d finally mellowed and stopped with the anger and fatalism; he was actually kind of sweet. No matter his mood or pain, he was mostly happy to see us, though he always complained that it was never enough.

Today, February 1, 2003, the Space Shuttle Columbia disintegrated during re-entry after 16 days in space, with all those aboard losing their lives. My father, age 58, also gave up his life today.