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 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.
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.
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