No, I’m not talking about the candy bar — not that kind of Nutter Butter. Just the crazies who live there in the middle of the desert. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the close proximity to the Vortexes in Sedona. Who knows? All I know is that the air is a little different there. And watching the local news reminds me of how the local news is on the movies– very dramatic, very high-stakes. No fluff here– no room for it.
For instance, the Jody Arias trial was taking place out there. Closing arguments taking place. People were coming to Phoenix from neighboring communities for a chance to win the lottery for a shot to sit in the courtroom. Need I say more?
I mean, when rattlesnake sightings are up (true story), why would you risk leaving your house, walking past all those desert bushes to your car and driving to the courthouse? What if your car broke down because a rattlesnake was wrapped around the engine?
So I think the safest course of action would be to just go for a jog on a well-worn path with many other joggers (a win-win as they will serve to scare off the rattlesnakes and lower your chances of being attacked simply because there are more, probably tastier options for the rattlesnake to feast upon).
So anyway, I take a jog along this beautiful desert path and then get back to the hotel and hear on the news that a jogger was attacked today — but not by whom I expected — she was attacked by a hive of bees. She was just jogging by and they were hiding in a tree, waiting on her. They got in her hair and she had to be rushed to the hospital. The news anchors warned that the bees can AND WILL track someone for a quarter of a mile. Um, what?
What planet is this, Arizona? It’s not Earth!
We don’t have rattlesnakes and bees back where I’m from (OK, we do, but they aren’t on the local news every day). Creepy. I will have to add some bee and snake repellent to my cart when I purchase my bear spray from Amazon.
But truly, even when you have to deal with pesky things like a work-related conference, it’s so nice to get away to a semi-arid location to truly kick off the summer. I got such an opportunity last week when I went to the Arizona Biltmore.
I had no idea until I arrived at the hotel that it was anything more than a hotel. But after making my way through the property to my villa, I figured out there was something a little different about this place. Frank Lloyd Wright was the architect for it. Yes, that Frank Lloyd Wright of Falling Water. Apparently he spent his later years in the wilds of Arizona (he probably fell victim to an errant animal attack — maybe even one not on the news, like a coyote).
All of the Presidents of the United States since Hoover have stayed at the Biltmore (George W. not pictured, but he was on the next wall). That’s pretty much how you know it’s a solid place:
Views like this are a dime a dozen on this property. Hello, Arizona, goodbye Arizona. Was it worth it to brave the wilderness of the desert?
Arizona is gorgeous. Until we meet again.