A nice mini road trip up to Carefree and Cave Creek today, two towns at the very north end of the Phoenix Valley where the mountains start. The temperature was perfect.
Carefree is known for having many nice properties among the rocks and boulders. The 99-year-old actor Dick Van Dyke lives up there, as does the woman who wrote the Twilight novels. My dentist lives up there too and goes to the same Mormon church as does the author.
Cave Creek by contrast is more rustic. It's a huge biker destination, but also has plent fine furnishing galleries. Something for everyone. For the first time we went to the Cave Creek Museum. It was charming and the woman inside was very friendly. I love little museums like this and it had me thinking about what makes a good one. Outdoors were relocated historic structures, including a tuberculosis cabin from a century again, and church that is used today as a wedding venue.
We had dinner---early for others but not early for us---at a café that had an outdoor patio. A musician was playing the guitar in the shade next to the building, as entertainment. As we waited for our burgers, we sat listening to the songs. A man was sitting nearby at a table in front of us, as we looked at the musician, and his young daughters, one about six, the other three. Their hair was supernaturally blonde, the way that is natural only for a young girl. They were dancing to the music, the older one moving with long slow graceful movements as if performing modern dance. With the music playing in the warm air, the dancing produced in me the most serene appreciation of the beauty of the moment, and of the heartbreaking passage of time.
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