March 17, 2010 (Wednesday)
As I said to the man in front of the Prescott art gallery who asked if I was Irish, “Everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day.” But, truth be told, the Hamon clan does have a bit o’ the Irish: my dad’s Uncle Mike was Irish to the bone so we claim to be about one-eighth. There you have the truth of the matter, and now Paula and I can go to the Prescott Brewery this evening and have a pint o’green beer with the rest of our Gaelic cousins. More Prescott trivia: it was the capital of the Arizona Territory until Phoenix took over in 1889. It once claimed to have more bars and brothels per capita than even San Francisco, but a fire in 1900 wiped out most of the saloons. Now boutiques and art galleries have taken over on the old “Whiskey Row.” The 5,354 altitude is what kept us nice and comfy last night, snuggled up in Harvey. We hiked a trail behind the campground this morning to a point where we could see Watson Lake (see photo.) I’ve included another couple of pics from the hike and one of a bird we saw that looks like a Yellow-hooded Blackbird, but I’m not sure those are native. All in all, the trip so far has been very relaxing and fun.
Well you know what they say: “There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish and those who wish they were.” Ha Ha, I guess on St. Patrick's Day everyone's wish comes true.
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting these wonderful photos. It is so nice to be able to get a glimpse of the scenery you are experiencing.
While you were climbing around the beautiful rock work of God we were letting 16 tiny little kids climb on and around us ~ 7 does / 9 bucks and counting. Not the best ratio when raising dairy goats, as you know, but 16 beautiful healthy babies is worth celebrating not matter what their gender. Our girls are completely in love now but how could you blame them, these little babies are incredible.
Thank you for the photos you've posted here and for creating this blog in the first place for all of us who are enjoying this vacation vicariously through these images and narrations.
I look forward to continuing this journey with you tomorrow. May the luck o' the Irish shine upon you. As my ancestors say: God's mill may grind slowly, but it grinds finely.
An Irish blessing (a day late): May the road rise up to meet you, may the winds be always at your back, may the rain fall softly on your fields and the sun shine warm upon your face, and until we meet again may God hold you in the palm of God's hand.
ReplyDeleteYour photos are beautiful. I'm getting to see places I've never been.