It was five pm on Thursday, August 14. Midtown, New York City. "Avenue of the Americas" and 57th Street. After a cloudy afternoon, the rain was pouring down hard. People huddled in subway entrances hoping to be able to stand out the storm. I grabbed my luggage from the office, checking my pda to see if the flight to Phoenix from JFK was delayed. Praying not canceled. Would I make it to The Motor Lodge in Prescott for our Friday night reservation?? Praying.....let me fly tonight to my desert roots.....
After a lengthy delay at JFK airport, I managed to be in Phoenix on Friday morning. Two friends, I've known twenty-five years, drove north (from Nogales and Tucson Arizona) to retrieve me later in the morning at Sky Harbor Airport) My two friends and I stayed in Phoenix long enough to have lunch with my neice and her new born baby boy "Brody" before the scenic desert drive to Prescott Arizona. Our destination, "The Motor Lodge". I complained to my friends that when I agreed to make the travel arrangements, little did I know I would spend hours doing research on travel accomidations.! (If i was going to Prescott, I didnt want to stay in a chain hotel in Prescott Valley. I wanted to feel the center of Prescott, which has a much diffrent feel that Prescott Valley ) I complained to my friends that i certainly did my homework on finding just the right place to stay in Prescott, so let's see what happens.
It was years ago I visited Prescott. Visits to Prescott for me included time being courted by my second husband, many chapters of my life time ago, and fond memories of the little pine-tree topped mile high city. Thumb Butte a favorite hike. Leading to a spooky Halloween Wedding at the Prescott Court House many moons ago.
When I think of the charming allure to Prescott, it is that of the pines standing tall and cool away from the desert heat. The history of the one time capital of Arizona, sequester that of the present community in preservation of the fondness of th pines and feel of regal times past.
The Motor Lodge mixes history and present together intermingling preservation and twists of the present. Honoring yesterday, and creating a new day in today.
The Motor Lodge is certainly a respite to the weary traveler, and a chord distance to the most lively part of Prescott.
Whiskey Row has a night life that is eternal. Standing on the floors of the saloons, were the men of the Wild West in days o 'yore and here we are today, sharing our stories of travel.
The hosts at the Motor Lodge, Brian and Joe are the souls you want to know! They put their infusion of bright and light energy into the refurbished cottages and you enter a warm glow, instead of a "hotel room". This kind of environment is what we were looking for in our overnight stay. Actually, the atmosphere is so warm and comfortable, we considered another night stay. The Porch on #12 is so quaint, we didnt venture out very far, we stayed, sipping lemonade and watched the sunset. Dinner ordered for the porch from the restaraunt across the way."Old" friends catching up on stories that make us feel time has stopped for that magical moment in Prescott. I infused with the pine tree next to the porch. It made for a memory for me to carry while riding a crowded subway in New York City. Ahhh, the porch at the Motor Lodge. Comfort, relaxation, carry me away from the subway~~~*
The next morning arrived too early, and my friends and I were off to the Prescott Farmers Market. We talked about what a great place the Motel Lodge was to stay in Prescott. On our drive to Sedona we pointed out the large chain hotel that my friends were very happy we didnt stay at on Friday night.
Sedona is about a 45 minute drive from Prescott, driving the scenic route of 89A. Another historic mining town. "Jerome" is encountered on the twisting turning mountain pass as a drive to the red rocks. Sedona had it's surprises, only to my surprise to find out that it was the 21st anniversary of the Harmonic Convergence~! We did an amazing guided meditation at Cathedral Rock on Sunday. Lovely and Brilliant~!~).
It was a magical weekend for me on that Arizona visit. This time, it started at the Motor Lodge in Prescott. I'm glad I made my flight at JFK that stormy night . Joie de Vivire for the Weary Traveler~!~ Jamie @ The Treehouse :)
