Let the road trips continue! I’m sure Jake will accuse me of taking on a new job promoting the state of Arizona, but what can I say. The place amazes me sometimes. (And I’m not just talking about the wild pigs that ransack our trash bins or the fact that people rejoice when it rains.) Think about this: You can wake up in your own bed in the middle of the sunny desert and within a matter of hours, have hiked the red rocks, skiied a run or two, peeked over the edge of the Grand Canyon, and hit Vegas just in time to head out for the night. Slight overambitious, YES – but doable. (Someone should put that itinerary on their bucket list.)
An AZ ‘drive’ that has intrigued me but left me a little wary… Mexico. Once a regular vacation destination for us, Mexico became somewhat taboo due to the safety concerns that surfaced within the past 5 years or so. Had you asked me when we first arrived here if it was on our to do list, the answer would have been a firm no. But funny the effect living in a desert has on a person. After months of enduring the stifling 120 degree weather, all we wanted was relief – and not in the form of a lukewarm pool.
To cut to the chase – we looked into the Mexican hotspot that’s nearest Arizona (Rocky Point), realized there really isn’t much to be concerned about (if you behave), and took the first opportunity to join our friends on a weekend retreat to the beach. As with most of our road trips, my expectations were low… but I’m happy to report that our experience totally surpassed each and every one of them. The drive was painless, our accommodations were incredible (where else does $80 a night buy you a piece of a 4500 square foot penthouse?!), the ocean was crystal clear, the massages on the beach were cheap, and the company was tremendous.
Only a few pics since my camera battery was tired and gave up on me very early on during our trip.
Until next time, Rocky Point.