Aw, the folly of youth...
‘60 chevy on the back roads to Bartlett...fishin’ poles and sleeping bags...and a humongous meteor flashing overhead at oh-dark-thirty!
I’ve had some times, here, too.
They can’t wait, and I’m jealous. I know more about AZ in 14 years than any other place in my world. It is a magical place. I actually spent weeks in the Superstitions looking for the Dutchman’s mine. It is quite different from the East.