raising arizona
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I have become a little obsessed with cacti since driving through Arizona. As we cruise through New Mexico, I already miss the Ocotillo, Cholla and my personal fave - the iconic and cartoonesque Saguaro. They are the goofball soldiers of the desert, standing at attention, arms raised inviting the drill sergeant sun to deliver all the punishment they know they can handle. They are truly impressive structures.
We were fortunate enough to be in Tucson on the first “Second Saturday” – a free street festival that sees Congress St littered with bands, DJs, circus performers and market stalls. However, I was most excited to see The Portland Cello Project perform a special free show at the majestic Fox Theatre. They’re known for their genre busting compositions ranging from heavy metal covers to more classical stylings. When local alt-country troubadour Howe Gelb joined them on stage, I could not have been happier.
After the show, Kait and I dined at a steakhouse that seemed to be in the middle of an identity crisis. The décor was attempted upscale chic and it was accompanied
by some of the smoothest cheesy jazz one could hope to never hear. To add more to the ambiance, Wheel of Fortune was playing on the televisions. When the waitress, who was showing an abundance of skin, took Kait’s drink order, she asked if she would like her beer in a wine glass. It was all a bit perplexing. Good steak though!
Before leaving Arizona, it was decided that we should adopt a couple of mini-cacti to join us on the journey. We called them Gary Junior and Gary III after Gary the driver (the arrow is pointing to him), who like the cacti, lives in Arizona, is strong and can withstand the heat.



