Almost Worth It
Every now and then, I get a day or two off from the day job. When that happens I get out a map, look for a place I’ve never been before and go there.
For the Memorial Day holiday I had Monday off for a three day weekend; long enough for an in-state road trip. So I got out my map and realized the only place left in Arizona that I’ve never visited was Bisbee in the South East part of the state.
I made grand plans – the town itself is quaint and packed with historic buildings and architecture. The surrounding area has any number of interesting and picturesque back roads and 4 wheel drive trails. I planned a number of side expeditions for photography and exploration.
I serviced my Jeep, settled my love into the seat beside me and filled the back with 4-wheeling, hiking and camera gear. We rolled down the highway, top down, blasted by the hot Arizona wind at 80 miles per hour and without a care in the world.
Two hours later, pulling into Bisbee I stopped and began to back into a parking spot. A loud and rather final-sounding clunk came from the rear of the Jeep. I changed my mind about backing up and tried pulling forward and was rewarded with loud, agonizing grinding noises.
Long story short– there wasn’t an open shop within a hundred miles we could get the jeep’s brakes looked at. Every place was closed for the holiday and even AAA premium service couldn’t really help get us back home in time for work on Tuesday.
So, we left the Jeep parked and stayed in town for the next couple days. No adventuring in the outback– just walking, exploring quirky art galleries and experimenting with small desert town cuisine.
However, as we walked around what proved to be an historic but also quaint and quirky Arizona town, I saw sights that held potential for evening architectural photography. That evening, as the sun set, I set up my tripod and captured the image featured above.
To me this photo is reminiscent of a scene from a John Steinbeck novel. You almost can’t tell it wasn’t taken 100 years ago except for the fact that it’s in color.
We drove the jeep home on Monday, serenaded all the way by a constant, painful grinding noise. This photo almost makes the trip and the $1000 in repairs to my Jeep worthwhile. Almost.
Why not help me make the trip worth it in spite of the Jeep repairs? Why not purchase a beautiful print of this photo from me here? Think of it as a charitable act.