Girl's Weekend Out - Part 2
by Crystal Coons
Jul 30, 2003
We unpacked our bags, and I dumped out my cheerleading duffle bag, which
was filled with makeup, and every fashion, celebrity and beauty magazine
on the planet. My mother-in-law turned to me and asked, "When do you plan
to do any reading?" They giggled, and I began to thumb through the August
2003 issue of "In Style Magazine."
Once all of our girlie-ness
was unpacked, we got back into the car and did what I love most. We went
shopping and played tourist.
I was shocked to find an area of
Flagstaff I had never been to before. A place filled with people buzzing
and shopping and laughing and dining. It was a mini heaven with a mountain
backdrop. We parked and began to trek through the streets of Flagstaff,
passing more outdoor shops than I knew what to do with. We weaved around
people going in the opposite direction, and I began to take everything
Most of the shops were vintage clothes, taking their influence
from the 60's and 70's era. May I point out that the look on Jena's face
was one of pure heaven when she found a gypsy inspired skirt that would
be great for her belly dancing class? I stood back and admired the background.
Could it get better than shopping in northern Arizona
, with the San Francisco Peaks
and Snow Bowl watching over your shoulder? Actually it could. After hours
of shopping we stopped into my favorite Flagstaff Italian Eatery, Strombolli's.
We ordered a pizza that would take days of working out to burn off, and
some of the best spinach and artichoke dip I've ever had. We finally got
full enough to leave, and we headed back to... the caboose.
The State of Arizona comprises the extreme south-western portion of the United States. It is bounded on the north by Utah, on the east by New Mexico, on the south by Mexico, and on the west by California and Nevada.
and I sat in the back together, and we looked outside at the pitch-blackness
that had overcome the sky. Our original idea of sleeping alone in the top
bunks changed very quickly. We decided to sleep in the queen bed in the
front room. Once again, we were the chickens. But at least we'd be chickens
The night passed quickly and we rose early. We got showered
and dressed and headed out to breakfast, which turned out to be quite the
popular idea at that time of morning. We found a small little diner on
the corner of the street, and settled in to eat. Once we were set to leave
Williams, we headed back towards Flagstaff to go to a small farmer's market,
where my mother-in-law bought tomatoes and a cookie. We noticed a storm
brewing and figured that with the weather warnings that we were bound to
get soaked sooner or later.
We walked back to the car once we
were done looking at the overpriced produce and began our drive towards
my favorite place. Yes, loyal readers, yet another trip to Sedona. On the
way down, my mother-in-law and Jena decided to go hike to see if berries
were ripe. Jessie and I quickly requested a drop off in Uptown Sedona to
walk through the shopping district. Our wish was granted, and we stepped
out of the car and into one of my favorite spots in Sedona: The Plaza.
We headed straight up to the main eating are which consisted of several
merchants, as well as several gift shops. We looked through the merchandise,
and then strolled in and out of other boutiques and specialty shops. We
then decided that it was time for something cold, something creamy -- Katie's
Gourmet Ice Cream. Ohhh yes. We placed our order and took our surprisingly
reasonably priced ice cream down to the benches and waited for Jena and
my mother-in-law to pick us up.
As I waved goodbye to Sedona,
I looked forward to going back to Jerome, a place I've decided should only
be visited in the daytime, on account of the haunting and all. (There's
that chicken thing again).
By the time we got to town, we were
getting hungry. We shopped around for a bit in Jerome's vintage and one-of-a-kind
shops, before climbing the three sets of stairs (there goes that pizza)
to get to the coolest place to eat in Jerome, The Haunted Hamburger. I
once again dove into a plate of Artichoke dip, and chips and salsa. We
relaxed for an hour or so before heading back down to the car. Note: On
the lower level street coming into Jerome, there is a candy shop. Remember
the "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans" from the Harry Potter movies and
books? They have a neat little set up in there. Jessie and I had quite
the laugh when a teenage girl exclaimed in disgust at chewing on a vomit-flavored
bean. Stop in here for the laughs, if nothing else.
Once we were
done laughing, we got back in the car and decided it was time to head back
home to Phoenix. The drive out of Jerome was nice, and I enjoyed pointing
out the old mining tracks and entrances that were still atop the mountains.
She was in awe of the old tracks, and we speculated at how people got up
there, and how many people died, and are still haunting the city. We laughed
as Jena drove the way up to Mingus Mountain when the car began to overheat.
pulled over, and made the necessary calls to loved ones in case we were
stuck there. Thankfully, within minutes, we were back on the road, through
Prescott and down to Phoenix. The ride was spent with Jessie and I bopping
our heads and lip syncing to the songs on our personal CD players, while
my mother-in-law and Jena listened to hippie music and talked about everything
under the sun.
The sun set as we pulled up into the driveway of
my mother-in-law's house. It had been an interesting weekend, caboose and
all. And I can't wait to do it all over again.