Monday, July 18, 2016

warm winters in sabino canyon



virginia is cold in the winter. not new york or chicago cold, but cold. there are sweaters and heavy jackets, gloves, scarves, and hats. and that exists in arizona, but only at night, up mt. lemmon, or in flagstaff. in tucson, the winter is gorgeous. it's blue skies, 70 degrees, and sunshine. and it's the perfect time to visit one of our favorite spots: sabino canyon. the 8-mile (round trip) walk is a delight: it's less crowded, the weather is amazing, and the pools are filled.  


parking is $5 and the tram is $10, if you don't want to walk. 


Thursday, July 14, 2016

mt lemmon in winter


despite living only an hour away from the beautiful santa catalinas, we don't explore it enough. we're busy and tired, and life gets in the way. but we decided to make time over winter break to drive up and play in the snow. we parked near mt lemmon ski valley and followed the road to the top of the mountain. once we left the parking area, it was deserted and serene, and the silence of the mountain was disrupted only by the van going to and from the observatory at the top. 







Sunday, July 10, 2016

degrazia gallery in the sun



we decided to stay in tucson for christmas, something almost totally unheard of for us, but it turned out to be a great opportunity to explore new places, revisit old favorites, and relax after a tough semester back in the classroom. one of our favorite new discoveries was the degrazia gallery in the sun, with it's eclectic art gallery and beautiful outdoor chapel. and the price can't be beat; it's free! 













 




Thursday, July 7, 2016

portrait of a border town: piedras negras


americans know this river, the border between mexico and texas, as the rio grande, but in mexco it has another name: rio bravo. we stood on la frontera, overlooking the river, watching the border patrol agents watch us. from where we stood we could see ten or more trucks parked in the golf course that borders the river. i asked how anyone could play golf while a hundred yards away people were swimming for their lives, for their future, and being hunted down like, and with, dogs. our tour guide, rcg's tia, answered: those people, the golfers, have papers; they know the border patrol agents. in other words, they don't care.