Making Arizona Memories Without Sun Block.

I loved our vacation in Flagstaff.

At 7,000 feet, this small Arizona town is in the high country, surrounded by pines and rolling mountains.

“It’s Arizona’s small Rockies,” says the counselor, my mountain man.

He just loves it up here.

Flagstaff is a hippie town, full of people wearing hemp clothing and smelling of patchouli oil. 

Commonly seen are people sporting dread locks (even children), adults on skate boards being pulled by dogs and the happy hobo asking for a handout.

Flagstaff is the type of town where if you don’t do laundry for 6 days, no one cares.

It’s the type of place were if you forget to wear deodorant, you actually fit in better.

Our trip was very relaxing.

The weather was dramatic, with storms rolling over the mountain tops every afternoon.

Rain, mist and thunder in the distance is how I’ll remember my time here.

We swam at night in the hotel pool under a sky full of stars.

We ate ice cream after that.

Lots of ice cream.

In Flagstaff, I don’t play by the same rules as I do at home.

And we stayed up way too late watching the Casey Anthony verdict and discussion.

I had a hard time sleeping after that whole fiasco.

I kept checking on Eden and held her in my arms as she slept.

On the drive into Flagstaff, we stopped in Sedona.

And did some cliff jumping in Oak Creek Canyon.

At about 20 feet high, even Mayer took the plunge.

One time was enough for this little guy.

Day 2 found us in Walnut Canyon, scaling cliffs and checking out ancient dwelling built in the rocks.

I can't stress enough just how high these cliffs were.

Mind you, coming here was the counselors idea, you know that destroy and conquer mentality.  

This was not the ideal place to take 5 young children in a thunder storm, but with lots of "Slow down, hold my hand" and "Get away from the cliff!", we survived.

Please don't judge me for my hat.  I already feel old enough!

It was a great place to throw rocks.

And just wait until you heard them hit the canyon floor.

Day 3 found us at the Flagstaff 4^th of July parade.  

My favorite entry?  

You guessed it.  I think I was the only one actually cheering when the Goodwill truck drove by.

Day 4 found us at Sunset Crater.  

If this place was 118 degrees like Phoenix was, it would have been hell, but at a cool 75 degrees, it's breathtaking.

More cliffs, more high mountains and more rain coming in.  

This was the type of vacation where if you're kid puts his pants on backwards, it's all good.

At this point, thunder was common and Mayer stopped asking if the thunder was a dinosaur.

This mountain range was a high grade and a difficult climb.  To keep Mayer motivated, I told him he could slide down it when we were done.

Day 5 found us at the park, under a gray afternoon sky and a gentle breeze and Payson hitting pine cones with a bat.  I realize this may have been an entirely different trip if I didn't have 4 boys.

“Suck it in,” the counselor said to the boys, knowing back in Phoenix it was a whopping 118.

Back home, we missed the haboob (A haboob (Arabic هبوب) is a type of intense sandstorm commonly observed in arid regions throughout the world) that came into Phoenix and caused dirty havoc.

I left the counselor with the kids at the park and shopped at Goodwill.

Day 6 found us touring Flagstaffs famous haunted hotels.  The counselor found information at the visitor center and read about the ghosts that are seen and heard.  

Payson loved this, while Chandler decided to wait in the lobby.

Day 7 and we drove back into Sedona to visit Slide Rock.  The water, oh the water, felt so good. 

And more cliff jumping.

Arizona is full of crazy cliffs.  One place we didn't go?

The craziest cliffs of all: The Grand Canyon.  

Maybe next year.

And Eden decided to start walking while at the train station.

Isn't that just like Flagstaff; a place to have my baby start walking in the rain while a gigantic train rolls by.

Sweet baby, she's wearing her designer Lucky Jeans I found at Goodwill.

I hope you all had a great 4^th of July.  

I can’t wait to get back to selling trash. Today, I’m already out shopping at my favorite thrift stores.
Linking up to:

America & Goodwill

4^th of July proved to be another brutally hot weekend in Phoenix. Fortunately, the counselor and I took the kiddos up to Flagstaff for a weekend of cool weather and good old-fashion American patriotism.

This small-town celebration was great. This is our 6^th year attending.

The parade showcased the following show stoppers:

Beautiful Indian dancers

Librarians pushing wild-wheeled library carts

Men riding bikes made in their garage

Talented baton throwers (brings me back to my childhood)

Cute kids waving flags

Beautiful Mexican Dancers

Dogs wearing festive bandanas

A happy princess

The local bike-riding society

Civil war impersonators with musket guns and rat-a-tat drums

StarWar's characters waving flags with pride

But hold the horses (not literally)

Here comes something I’ve never seen in a 4^th of July parade.

Can you believe it?

Did someone know I was here because I'm feeling awfully loved?

They're throwing out candy too (not for you, Princess).

Goodwill represents so much of what America stands for.

Helping others, serving in our communities, hard work, but let’s talk trash.

After the parade, I had to shop Goodwill.

Let’s see what I found.

I bought this Chico’s Travelers Size 3 Black Long Straight Short Dress for $5.99. It sold on EBay for $41.00.

This Woman’s Patagonia Size 8 Organic Cotton Button Down Shirt was $3.99. It sold for $8.99.

These Citizen for Humanity Sz 28 Nordstrom Anniversary Jeans were $5.99. They sold for $14.99.

Another Chico's Travelers XL Size 3 Black Long Straight Dress. It sold for $15.49.

Chico's Size 0 Denim Jean Knee Length Overall Dress was $3.99. It sold for $9.99.

The Dear trash I sold on EBay helped pay for one of the two nights at our hotel. It always benefits to shop Goodwill while on vacation, plus I donated money to one of my favorite American towns.