Clay Springs, Arizona

I love the names they gave the roads out in the deserts of central Arizona. I mean, c'mmon, who can't appreciate "Bloody Basin Road?"



For Memorial Day Weekend, I went with my folks up to the Rim to do some riding and spend some time with the family before I went back to work. We left on Saturday midday and it was cold and rainy in the valley. We passed through snow once up on the rim. Arizona weather has been very strange lately. One day I'm shivering in my sweater and them *bam* it's over a hundred. Back and forth, then back and forth again. What gives?



We did some horseback riding and later piled into the little rickety trailer on the back of the quad to go visit friends in the "neighborhood." What a ride. Here, my mom exhibits her keen ability to balance two open beers as we got jolted around over the bumpy roads.



The last night the wind finally died down enough to enjoy a campfire. I made a s'more and was instantly saddened that I hadn't had one in years. The stars were so bright, even over the fire. It wasn't quite the camping I was hoping to do during my break, but it was still rather satisfying.

P.S. I have the biggest, darkest bruise of my life on my leg from riding. It's so crazy. Yeah.