The Western Trails of Phoenix
February 1st, 2010A few years ago, my East Coast grandmother visited from Carlisle, Pennsylvania. My sister and I picked her up at the Sky Harbor International Airport in Phoenix, and when she stepped into our view we knew we were in for one crazy week with grandma. She was dressed in full “cowgirl” regalia, a bright red shirt with fringe, a red cowboy had, white polyester bell-bottomed pants, and red cowboy boots. We love our grandmother, but at that moment we were both very pleased to know that she would be staying in one of the best Phoenix hotels, and not with either of us, as grandma in small doses was good, but grandma 24 hours a day would be a bit much.
She seemed to be caught in time long past when she thought about Phoenix. She had never been to the city before and was seriously expecting Cowboys and Indians to be riding their horses along next to our car as we sped down I10. She made it perfectly clear that she wanted to do “Western” things during her visit, so that night my sister and I planned out a bit of our itinerary with grandma. We went the first day to the Tuzigoot and Montezuma Castle monuments. We hiked a bit, but for the most part wandered through the museums at both locations. The next day we gave her a bit of a thrill by taking a drive along the Apache Trail, a winding road that takes you past the Tonto National Monument, Saguaro Lake and the Gold Field Ghost Town.
The next two days we spent in town, taking a tour of the Heard Museum, and then walking through the galleries of Scottsdale during the Thursday night Art Walk. Our last night with her, we spent at a place called Rawhide. This is a replica of an old time western town, with stage coaches and staged gun fights in the street. The real life cowboys were everywhere, and she was overwhelmed by it all. As we took her to the airport the next day she claimed how she thought that the my sister and I were real live cowgirls, which made both of us smile on the drive home.
