The Roc and I escaped the Minnesota deep freeze and went to Arizona to visit my parents last week. We were there for eight days. Eight days of no alarm clocks, lots of hiking, sun, geocaching, sun, eating, plants vs. zombies, sun, and (almost) daily margaritas.
But first we had to get there. A midnight snow storm made for slow going at 3:30 am when we left for the airport. Luckily we got there with plenty of time. Enough for the Roc to get some quality time playing plants vs. zombies on his iPad (a new obsession.)
Soon enough we were on our way.
The Roc was so excited when we touched down in Arizona. “YAY!! Now let’s GO! NOW!” was what the passengers surrounding us were subjected to after we landed. It was loud and we were in the very back of a very large plane.
On the drive to Tucson we stopped at Casa Grande National Monument outside Phoenix.
The Roc was not used to the sun and he was feeling the effects of getting up at 3 am.
He actually fell asleep in the car for a bit.
We spent the first couple days taking it easy, walking around the neighborhood,
playing a little plants vs. zombies,
going for a short hike,
and to eat downtown–where I had a yummy prickly pear margarita!
The Roc got to climb in the empty fountains.
Then we got busy!
On MLK day we hiked to the Gordon Hirabayashi Recreation Area, which was once a prison camp and then an internment camp during WWII.
We also went to Sabino canyon, a favorite of the Roc’s, specifically for the water. We rode the tram in and then walked the 4 miles back out.
(I told the Roc to see if he could run up this giant hill at the end–he did!)
He also found a geocache!
Something new we did was a cave tour and a hike at Colossal Cave Mountain Park one day.
(The boy can HIKE)
After a picnic and another geocache,
we spent one afternoon at the Desert Museum where the Roc asked me to take his picture,
just like he did a few years ago.
At the museum I finally get to see the coyote,
catch a sweet shot of a hummingbird,
and get a picture with my boy.We had one overcast day and we took the Roc to Coldstone Creamery and then for a short hike at Saguaro National Park. The Roc was super silly and I couldn’t get him to stand still for a picture with my mom!
His silliness went away a mile later when he got a very small splinter in his hand and he spent the rest of the hike agonizing over it’s removal, which my mom was able to do when we got back to the car–thank goodness for a Grandma who hikes with a first aide kit! (I have no photographic evidence of the splinter.)
On our final day in Arizona we went for a long hike and I soaked up the sun, knowing that we would be heading back into sub zero temperatures the very next day.
Gabe Zimmerman trail head.
Lest you be fooled by all the smiling photos in this post, the Roc fell apart at the turn around spot on this hike. He had complained of hunger and so my mom and I sat down with him to eat while my dad went on to find a geocache. When my dad came back, after finding the cache, the Roc lost it. He wanted to see the “treasure” and proceeded to sit down, scream, and throw his hat and some rocks. He was disappointed, sad, and frustrated that we wouldn’t go on so he could see what my dad had found, and instead we were heading back to the car. We had a long way to go, over 3 miles, and we needed to start back to make sure we got there before the sun set. I felt for him and was frustrated with myself as I had a feeling he was going to be upset when my dad came back and he realized he had missed out. He wasn’t happy for a lot of that hike back, but eventually he followed close to my dad, and I didn’t hear most of his tirade.
We were bound for home the next day and the Roc and I were both sad to leave. He was happy to have a treat at Starbucks near our gate at the airport,
and play plants vs. zombies while we waited to board the plane.
Which is what he did the whole way home. I tried to get him to watch a movie, but he would have none of it and continued to play the game, while wearing headphones–which caused him to very LOUDLY exclaim for me to, “LOOK AT THIS!” and “WATCH THIS!” jolting me and the poor couple seated in front of us. But I reminded myself how I had to entertain him by reading books, doling out snacks and crayons, and watching movies with him when he was younger and we flew across the country, and I felt a little better about the loud exclamations.
We landed and were both shocked by the below zero windchill!
Back to real life and our routine!