When your passionate about your profession, it’s hard to take a vacation. My destination? my hometown Tucson, Arizona. My hotel, the Westward Look, in my humble opinion, the best hotel in Tucson. Nestled at the base of the surrounding Catalina Mountains it’s situated at the entrance to Pima Canyon.
In the foothills with it’s lush high desert flora and fauna you look straight up 6,000 ft. from the desert floor to the snow capped peaks. The sounds of desert birds, trickling water as the wind whistlesd through the giant thousand year old Saguaro cacti dotting the little canyon was simply a step away from my beautiful quarters to my balcony. Whatever time, morning, evening, during the full moon, in the middle of the night, it was there in all its grandure. I loved that view.
I was born in Tucson when the population was 80,000. Even though it’s grown to a million you can easily find your way back to this desert city and relive the same delightful feeling that you only get from nature and everything it offers.
Like a kid again as soon as I saw the sign, “Stables,” I jumped for the chance instinctively. My reservation was at 8am. No stinking pony ride for me. The was the real thing, I ran full out, galloping as fast as my horse would go. Two lovely girls met me at the valley stables just below the Hacienda del Sol, the old 1940’s girl’s school for the rich girls from the East. The little canyon we rode in was covered with mesquite trees, thousand year old creosote bushes, jumping cactus, and an arroyo wash with its precious water from the snow melt on the Catalina’s towering above us. A Bobcat den was hidden in a overhanging outcrop just above us where she and her kitten stayed safe. Even our conversation seemed something special when as we walked the horses peacefully through this high desert collection.
An hour and a half later we dismounted at the stable and I was off in my rented BMW with the top down, windows up and the heater and music turned up. Driving back to the hotel to one of three deep pools then a jump into the jacuzzi then the pool then back. Time for breakfast, steak and eggs over looking Tucsons 4 surrounding mountains ranges into the distance all within 30 minutes. Three of which were snow covered. Add 30 min. and you could be in Mexico. Throw in the history, the wildlife, the food, all my friends, my family and you had one happy camper in Bldg. 1, Room 347 on the incredibly groomed desert grounds of the Westward Look.
On top of all that I just happened to show up during the world famous Tucson Gem and Meneral show. They had the best of it right in the hotel in a private showing.
Thank you Lord for this vacation and thank the staff of the Hotel for one of the best vacations I have ever had, right at home. If I told you the price you wouldn’t believe it, even the car.
Oh and just before my 2 week stay in Tucson, I stopped in Phoenix and bought enough solar panels for 1,000 homes at, you guessed it, “the world’s lowest prices,” ever paid.