Hooray for Tuesday

Today we were up for a drive into Prescott, about an hour and a half north via the Mingus Mountain - a windy, scenic, 12-mile road up through Jerome and through Prescott Valley.

We started noticing letters embedded in some of the hillsides a few years ago, especially in some of the less populated cities around the state. We finally got our answer from a local a while back and are now on a quest to spot as many as we can when traveling through...they are called Hillside Letters (creative, right?!). There are many different stories on the tradition of the letters, but they linger high about the city they represent - a symbol of civic pride all through the southwest.

                                 
We breezed through Prescott, a shorter trip that we would have liked but a good feel for a historic part of the state. While we didn't get to have a drink on the famed Whiskey Row, on the way back to Sedona we did get to stop by Page Springs Cellars for a couples massage, a glass of wine and a small bite to eat.

The night brought our annual stroll through Tlaquepaque, a beer at the very un-Irish Mooney's Irish Pub and dinner at Elote..the only MUST DINE in Sedona.  Mooney's is just a hop-skip-and-jump over from Elote and while we wait in the hour plus line for a table (worth it!) we've made a tradition of having a pre-dinner beverage over here.

Blowing kisses from Sedona!