Ginger's folks were back in town today after two and half months on the road in the RV, having traveled back to Ohio, and then up through the north country before returning to Arizona. It was nice to have breakfast with them again in downtown Scottsdale at our usual egg restaurant. They hadn't been following the audits at all, and it was a pleasure to catch them up on the news, and how much had happened, especially as the weeks before they left had seemed bleak that anything would happen to bring about justice.
Ginger had wanted to go to the Museum of the West, which is also in downtown Scottsdale. We hadn't been there in a couple years. It is a splendid museum, only a few years old. She had purchased a membership online so our entry for this visit was free.
As we parked we saw the mesquite trees in front of the museum were toppled from the recent rains. Ginger had read that mesquites are particularly prone to this, as they can be overwatered, leaving their root systems vulnerable to disaster in heavy downpours.
In fact, all the mesquites along the block were toppled. The one in the courtyard of the museum was also toppled. It was heartbreaking.
On the way home, as we threaded our way through the avenues of central Scottsdale to reach the freeway, we saw hundreds of trees of different varieties lying on their sides, or with entire sections of limbs broken off, often taking out concrete walls and fences as they fell. In one park, it looked as if half the trees were down. It was a sad sight. Everyone had wanted rain, and I had wished for heavy ones. Everything comes with a price it seems. At least the Monsoons have returned.
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