We took a little 3 night getaway to what some would call the Jewel of Arizona: Prescott, AZ.
I have to say, Jewel indeed, especially when you stay where we stayed.
Our first night was at the Hassayampa Inn (downtown, established in 1927 and included in the Historic Hotels of America). It’s reputed to be haunted by the ghost, Faith, a woman who long ago… well, she died there after her husband left for a pack of cigarettes one night and never came back (they were on their honeymoon!).
I didn’t sense any paranormal activity but it was a very cool place to stay. Perhaps if we’d stayed longer she’d have paid us a visit. I guess we’ll have to go back.
The place is charming (art deco), and the staff is incredibly friendly, too. I loved the whole place: everything from the cafe in the lobby to the restaurant and the bar… it oozed old decor and glamour. “This ‘living museum’ is where some of history’s most noteworthy celebrities used to come to unwind, including Will Rogers, Greta Garbo, Clark Gable and Steve McQueen.”
One of the best bits about it is that it’s right downtown, which makes walking to all the fun stuff easy. After dinner we walked all around the town which was filled with so much friendly energy that I could’ve stayed up waaaaay past my bedtime. The vibe is a mix of cowboy (I’ve heard there’s still a law on the books that says you’re not allowed to bring your horse inside a saloon. Phew!), art, nature, healthy living without being too granola, and good ol’ wholesomeness.
Playing on the old phone in the hallway…
And of course I did my Coffee Self-Talk and journaling which I do every morning to live my magical life. I woke up early, snuck quietly out of the room so I could leave Greg and K sleeping, and I parked myself in the lovely lobby.
After a night there, we rented the most whimsical, playful, magical, fairy-like airbnb I’ve been in: Foxbriar Inn. The pictures barely do it justice and I could show a million of them (I took a million of them), but my blog would take a million years to load if I did that. Suffice it say, the detail and decor included things I never considered doing when it came to decorating and I came away with a whole new range of data points in my mind.
Why is Prescott considered the jewel of Arizona?
Well to be honest, it’s what our host called it, but I’m inclined to believe it. Maybe a “hidden” gem more like. And we liked it very much. It’s a small-ish town that’s packed with local cafes, restaurants, arts and antiques, pines and boulders for nature (high desert), four seasons, basically no crime (except for this I just saw online – the day we left!!), clean air and water, etc.
Time for PIE!
On the way home, we stopped by a famous pie place. All this time living in AZ and driving by it on the way north I never thought to stop, but Greg said we needed to. So we did.
I’m glad we did.
We have a few more mini-getaways planned for the summer. We’ll be heading to the north to get some relief from the heat and surround ourselves with nature while I work on my next books.