Prescott is located approximately 90 miles northwest of Phoenix and 95 miles south of Flagstaff, at a mile-high elevation in the Prescott National Forest. What, forests in Arizona??? What’s up with that? While Red thought she would be seeing desert because isn’t Arizona all desert (??), she was surprised to see lakes, mountains, boulder outcroppings, 500 miles of hiking trails, vineyards, views of the distant snow-capped San Francisco Peaks in Flagstaff and lots of Wild West history …. Whiskey Row, the World’s Oldest Rodeo every 4th of July, the Territorial Governor’s Mansion, and renowned boot maker, Paul Krause.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Welcome to Prescott Arizona,
RED CHAIR TRAVELS
Red arrived in Prescott, Arizona, on April 17th, 2014, filled with excitement and news of her travels to the most incredible B&B’s across the USA and the wonderful innkeepers who opened their doors to her.
She was particularly thrilled to bask in the abundant sunshine Arizona has to offer, having traveled through the cold winter months and inclement weather, and immediately soaked up the sun in front of Prescott Pines Inn B&B, her host inn for the Easter weekend.
Prescott Pines Inn is a 13-room inn nestled at the edge of the Prescott National Forest, with cottage-like buildings scattered across an acre of land. Whiskey Row and the historic Courthouse Plaza are just over a mile away. Resident owner Dawn Delaney and her staff were on hand to show Red the town from land and water.
Prescott is a city of 40,000 and known as “Everybody’s Hometown”. Red’s visit coincided with the beginning of Prescott’s Sesquicentennial Celebration, and hundreds of locals gathered with Red on the steps of the Courthouse Plaza to have their photo taken for the time capsule.
Heralding from Cape Cod and the beautiful Atlantic Ocean coastline, Red was anxious to “hit the water”, so owner Dawn Delaney introduced Red to Prescott’s beautiful Granite Dells, the Red Bridge at Willow Lake, and Watson Lake.
Next stop was Prescott’s famous Whiskey Row, where Red visited The Palace, opened in 1877 and the oldest frontier saloon in Arizona. In the late 1870’s Wyatt Earp, Virgil Earp, Doc Holliday and Big Nose Kate were patrons of the Palace, and re-enactors were on site this particular weekend, gearing up for Prescott’s Sesquicentennial celebration this summer.
Before leaving the downtown, Red stopped in at El Gato Azul for a fabulous lunch of tapas and sangria (Red is over 21, yes?). Off for a quick jaunt to the steps of the Courthouse Plaza for the Prescott sesquicentennial community photo.
We’re sad to see Red leave, but know that the call of California is strong, and is the final leg of her journey. Thank you, Beth Colt, for sharing your chair with all of us, and for the opportunity to be included in this fun project.