Cowboying Up In Oklahoma City.

It’s time to “Cowboy up,” folks, we’ve landed smack dab in Oklahoma City! For the uninitiated, that classic rodeo phrase means summoning your inner grit, straightening your hat, and tackling whatever life throws your way, preferably without whining (or getting bucked off). And where better to channel your inner cowboy (or cowgirl) than Oklahoma City, the undisputed epicenter of all things cattle, dust, and derring-do? This city proudly sits at the crossroads of the great historic cattle trails and lays claim to the world’s largest stocker and feeder cattle market—talk about beefy bragging rights. Our journey east along I-40 from Amarillo, TX carried us through the Southern Great Plains, where the grass rolls out like a green-red carpet, ranches stretch as far as your eyes can see, and the sky is so wide you almost need a panoramic view just to take it all in. We passed herds of cattle so sizable, even the cows seemed impressed. Oklahoma City itself is a lively “Modern Frontier”, a city where cowboy boots and craft cocktails coexist, where neighborhoods like Bricktown pulse with energy, and where you can walk, eat, and dance your way through vibrant Midtown. Our last stop in the southwest set the bar high, but OKC was ready to lasso our heart, with a tip of the hat and a wink to the wild, wonderful West.

Needing to stretch our legs and watching the weather forecast for rainy days ahead, we spent our first full day in OKC by heading southeast to Thunderbird State Park. This popular recreational area spans 1,874 acres and features a 6,000-acre lake with 86 miles of shoreline. Established in the 1960s for flood control and municipal water supply, it’s well-loved for its proximity to the metro area and offers numerous hiking trails, boating, and camping options.

On a rain-soaked Thursday, we embarked on a thoughtfully planned historic walking and streetcar tour of sprawling Oklahoma City, led by Holly—a fifth-generation Oklahoman 

Centennial Land Run Monument in Bricktown

whose passion for her hometown was evident at every turn. Holly expertly wove together tales of the Land Rush, the oil boom and bust, and the city’s remarkable renaissance as we navigated the wide sidewalks and lively parks of Bricktown and Downtown. Oklahoma City’s vastness is staggering; with 620 square miles, it ranks among America’s largest cities by land area, giving it a truly expansive feel thanks to decades of annexations. Our journey began at the awe-inspiring Centennial Land Run Monument in Bricktown, where artist Paul Moore’s monumental bronze sculptures capture the frenetic energy of the 1889 Land Rush—forty-five figures frozen in a dramatic race for new beginnings. Highlights included the soaring Devon Energy Center, Oklahoma City’s tallest building, and the Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark, home to the Triple-A Oklahoma City Comets and a crown jewel for baseball fans. We also stepped into The National, Autograph Collection, located in the First National Center This 1931 bank-turned-hotel features Tellers, a restaurant and bar located in the former bank lobby

Original Tellers Window @ The National, Autograph Collection  

where the original teller booths have been restored and kept as part of the décor. We zipped across the city on the spotlessly clean yet surprisingly quiet streetcar, culminating at the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum. Here, amid the haunting “Field of Empty Chairs” and the enduring “Survivor Tree,” we paused in reverence for all who were impacted, a powerful reminder of both tragedy and resilience. The thoughtful design of our tour allowed us to experience the soul of OKC, blending its storied past and vibrant present, and left us eager to return and explore even deeper.

If you’re searching for proof that Oklahoma City stands tall as the epicenter of cowboy culture, look no further than the colossal National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum. This place isn’t just a museum—it’s practically a city block devoted to the legends, stories, and artistry that define the American West. With more than 28,000 Western and Native American artworks and artifacts, including iconic masterpieces by Remington and Russell, it’s clear why this institution is revered in cowboy folklore. You can stroll through a massive, immersive 13,000-square-foot replica of a turn-of-the-century Western town, soaking in the sights, sounds, and spirit of frontier life. Since its founding in 1955, the museum has cultivated an internationally respected collection, exploring every facet of cowboy heritage, rodeo culture, Native American history, and the adventures (and misadventures) of the frontier military. Judy and I were wowed by the interactive rodeo display, where we learned about Bareback Riding, Saddle Bronc Riding, Bull Riding, Tie-down Roping, Steer Wrestling, Team Roping, Barrel Racing, and Breakaway Roping. We discovered the legends behind these thrilling competitions, though I suspect we’d have trouble roping a stubborn suitcase, let alone a steer.

For any northern couple venturing here, like us, be prepared to marvel, laugh, and realize you’re more suited to fielding trivia about cowboy boots than actually wearing them in a rodeo ring!

Exploring the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum was very informative and entertaining, but one cannot visit Oklahoma City without visiting the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum. It is an experience that leaves a profound mark on your heart. This sacred site stands as a powerful tribute to the 168 lives lost, the survivors, and the courageous rescuers affected by the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building on April 19, 1995. The grounds themselves are deeply emotional—spanning three city blocks, every element is designed to evoke remembrance and resilience. Among the most moving features are the

Oklahoma City National Memorial 168 Bronze Chairs

Field of Empty Chairs: 168 engraved bronze chairs arranged in nine rows for each floor of the building, and nineteen smaller chairs representing the children whose lives were tragically cut short, mostly from the daycare center. Standing in front of these tiny chairs, you can't help but be overwhelmed by the enormity of the loss and the innocence forever stolen. The Survivor Wall lists those who endured the attack, while the Survivor Tree, an American elm that withstood the blast, symbolizes hope and renewal. Framing the memorial, the Gates of Time are inscribed with "9:01" and "9:03," marking the moments before and after the tragedy, with a reflecting pool signifying the actual explosion at 9:02 a.m. The Memorial & Museum is not just a reminder of history, but a place for reflection on what real domestic

terrorism looks like. Unlike recent rhetoric—where President Trump's administration labeled ICE protesters as “domestic terrorists”, this site marks the true horror and consequences of domestic terrorism. The Oklahoma City bombing was a devastating act, and the memorial ensures we never forget the difference between protest and genuine terror. The emotional weight of the grounds, especially the nineteen smaller chairs, makes clear the impact of that day and honors all those who suffered, reminding us of both the fragility and strength of our communities.

Jillian, Steven & Judy at Roxy's in the Plaza District 

We simply couldn’t leave Oklahoma City without immersing ourselves in the flavors and energy of the Plaza District. This lively, rejuvenated neighborhood, bursting with local art galleries, quirky shops, creative restaurants, and eye-catching murals, set the perfect stage for our late afternoon food tour, which felt more like a progressive dinner and entertainment extravaganza. Guided by Jill, a charismatic graduate student, we kicked off our culinary adventure at the Margarita Garden (Guatemalan), savoring Carne Asada Tacos packed with vibrant, authentic flavors. Next, we headed to New State Burgers & Spirits for what might just be the best burgers we’ve ever tasted. The tour was expertly organized, weaving us through several more delicious stops that could fill an entire blog post on their own. We capped off the evening with homemade ice cream at Roxy’s, followed by refreshingly fruity drinks at the Up Down Bar & Game Arcade. The Plaza District’s infectious energy and the seamless flow of the tour made for a memorable finale to our Oklahoma City stay, leaving us thoroughly satisfied and delightfully entertained. 

Reflecting on our whirlwind journey through Oklahoma City, it’s clear this “Modern Frontier” delivers a rich tapestry of experiences that defy expectations for a city so often underestimated by travelers. From the vast, sun-kissed plains and bustling cattle markets to the vibrant arts scene and mouthwatering food adventures, OKC surprised us at every turn. The profound visit to the Oklahoma City National Memorial reminded us of the city’s resilience and the enduring spirit of its people—a sobering monument that left us humbled and grateful for life’s simple joys. Yet, as we navigated lively districts, sampled decadent burgers, and failed spectacularly at roping anything more stubborn than our own luggage, we found ourselves laughing, learning, and falling for OKC’s unique charm. No matter how many times you tip your hat or polish your boots, it’s the warmth and humor of this city that truly lasso your heart. And so, we close another chapter, lighter in spirit and richer in memory, as we tell… the Rest of the Story.

From Spray-Painted Cadillacs to Canyon Sunsets: A Week of Adventures in Amarillo, Texas.

We waved goodbye to Santa Fe, New Mexico, and hit the eastbound lanes of Interstate 40, a highway that doesn’t just connect towns, but also rubs shoulders with the legendary Route 66. Driving this stretch feels a bit like time travel, as I-40’s shiny asphalt parallels the storied “Mother Road,” echoing tales of road-tripping adventurers and the occasional lost tourist. Before long, Amarillo appeared on the horizon, sitting squarely in the heart of the Texas Panhandle. Sure, Amarillo might not make anyone’s top ten vacation list, but after five previous stops and with Texas being, well, Texas-sized, our choices were limited unless we fancied driving until our next oil change. Turns out, Amarillo is anything but a tumbleweed town, it’s the busiest city around, serving up a big dose of classic western charm and some seriously quirky roadside attractions (Cadillac Ranch, anyone?). Judy, our trip planner extraordinaire, found enough things to do that we had to double-check we were staying a week, including hiking routes and offbeat local gems. So, when we cruised into Amarillo, we were ready for adventure, and maybe a photo op or two with spray-painted cars. Amarillo just might surprise us, as we discover its eccentric detours together.

Amarillo, once a star on the old Route 66, has truly mastered the art of the “kitschy” roadside attraction—and we’re here for it. We’ve clocked plenty of miles for the likes of Paul Bunyan statues and wild mosaics like those at Prairie Moon Sculpture Gardens. You know the type: gloriously tacky or sentimental sights designed for pure fun with a dash of nostalgia or irony. Call it cheap, eccentric, or just plain odd, but Amarillo, we see you—and we’re all in for the kitsch. One full day, five unforgettable oddities.

Many of the sideshow stops were the creation of one Stanley Marsh 3. He was an eccentric Amarillo businessman, artist, and philanthropist with a passion for oddities and unconventional art. Marsh, a wealthy oil heir, created roadside attractions that intrigue and baffle visitors and locals alike. His most famous works, Cadillac Ranch and the Floating Mesa, are legendary, and were the first two attractions we visited.

Cadillac Ranch

• Cadillac Ranch is a famous, interactive public art installation created in 1974 along the historic Route 66. It features ten Cadillac cars buried nose-first in a field. Visitors are encouraged to bring spray paint to graffiti the cars, creating ever-changing, colorful art.

• The Floating Mesa is a site-specific art installation that uses a 384-foot long,

  

  Floating Mesa

  white-painted metal wall around a plateau's edge to create the illusion that its top is hovering. Unfortunately, since Stanley Marsh’s death over 10 years ago the exhibit has fallen into disrepair and doesn’t capture the illusion anymore.

• 2^nd Amendment Cowboy / Muffler Man was made by Glenn Goode and

  

  2nd Amendment Cowboy

  originally stood in front of his son’s store in Sanger, TX. Moved and restored in 2014, to Hope Road, this 22-foot-tall fiberglass painted statue got its nickname by being damaged from shootings and bullet holes. Mr. Goode repaired all the damage and restored it to where it stands today with rifles and nearby classic cars.

 

• Ozymandias of the Plains, aka “Giant Legs of Amarillo”

  

  Ozymandias (Giant Legs of Amarillo)

  are 20-foot-tall public art sculptures commissioned in 1997 by Mr. Stanley Marsh 3 and created by local artist Lightnin’ McDuff.  Sitting just off I-27 they are a whimsical, graffitied tribute to the Percy Bysshe Shelley poem about the vanity of ancient Egyptian Pharaoh Ramesses.

• Slug Bug Ranch is an interactive roadside art installation along Route 66,

  

  Slug Bug Ranch

  featuring partially buried Volkswagen Beetles and limousines that visitors are invited to spray paint. In 2024, the installation was relocated to the Big Bend RV Ranch, offering a contemporary interpretation of the older Cadillac Ranch exhibit. 

• The Big Texan Steak Ranch & Brewery is an iconic Route 66 experience, and offers a fun atmosphere with good beer, and the famous 72 oz steak challenge. Considered a novelty rather than a top-tier culinary destination, we chose to have lunch here and soak up the atmosphere.

Big Texan Steak Ranch

All of this, just a quick drive from our RV campsite on the city’s edge. Who knew that after one whirlwind stop, snapping selfies with five dazzling oddities, we’d come dangerously close to earning honorary degrees in kitschy roadside art.

Lighthouse Trail, Palo Duro Canyon State Park

When you think of the Texas Plains, canyons may not be the first image that comes to mind. Yet, just 30 miles southwest of Amarillo lies Palo Duro Canyon State Park, often referred to as the “Grand Canyon of Texas”—and with good reason. As the nation’s second-largest canyon, Palo Duro boasts dramatic 800-foot-deep chasms, vibrant geological layers, and a wealth of hiking and biking trails that weave through its storied landscape. During our visit, we tackled the popular 5.8-mile Lighthouse Trail, which leads adventurers to a striking 310-foot rock formation. Along the way, we were treated to breathtaking canyon panoramas and remarkable natural sculptures, certainly not your average walk in the woods.

1963 Cadillac Coupe Deville @ Bill's Route 66 Backyard Classics

If you’re craving a classic museum experience, Amarillo delivers with Bill’s Backyard Classics—a true haven for American muscle car enthusiasts and collectors. This remarkable museum, curated by Bill and Linda Pratt, showcases more than 100 meticulously restored vintage vehicles and legendary muscle cars, including pristine examples like Cadillac models from the 1940s through the 1960s, Crown Victorias, Pontiac Catalinas, Oldsmobile Starfires, and Oldsmobile Holidays. Every car is maintained in impeccable running condition, with many started weekly to keep their engines alive and roaring. The collection is rooted in the Pratts’ passion for automotive history and Americana, offering visitors a nostalgic journey through decades of iconic American craftsmanship.

Maybe burning rubber isn’t your speed, and geology makes you yawn, so you’re more of a naturalist at heart! For a delightful change of pace, we spent an afternoon strolling the charming Amarillo Zoo. Tucked away in Thompson Park, this compact 15-acre gem features over 60 species, giving us a chance to stretch our legs and enjoy a leisurely two-hour wander, with animals out and about soaking up the sunshine right along with us. The zoo may be small, but its friendly layout and visible critters made for a surprisingly engaging visit on a lovely, bright afternoon. And hey, if animals just don’t spark your interest, Amarillo’s Air and Space Museum is always ready to launch your imagination in a whole new direction!

Judy in the co-pilot seat of a Douglas DC-3,

Our stop at the Texas Air & Space Museum was anything but ordinary, especially once Judy started her runway-worthy photo shoot. She struck a pose atop the wing of the Bearcat Reno Racer, channeling a mix of Amelia Earhart and Hollywood starlet. Inside the Douglas DC-3, Judy made herself comfortable in the co-pilot’s seat, grinning as if ready to radio the control tower for takeoff. The museum’s friendly guides were delighted to share aviation tales. If there had been an award for Most Photogenic Aviator, Judy would have taken it home—wings and all.

Amarillo, with its tapestry of offbeat artistry and genuine Texan spirit, reveals itself as a city that delights in defying expectations. Our days here brimmed with discovery—each whimsical roadside marvel, storied canyon, and immersive museum affirmed that this is a place where the ordinary is continuously transformed into the extraordinary. It is, indeed, possible to fill a week with wonder here, and still feel as though you’ve only scratched the surface. As our wheels once again meet the eastbound lanes of Interstate 40 and the echoes of historic Route 66, anticipation builds for the chapters yet unwritten, appointments await, and the untraveled promise of Oklahoma beckons us onward. In both travel and life, it is frequently the unforeseen diversions and less-visited places that create enduring impressions in our minds, as we tell … the Rest of the Story.

Judy atop the wing of the Bearcat Reno Racer

Santa Fe Seduction: Artful Adventures, Cultural Surprises, & Stories That Steal Your Heart.

We’re headed east. That’s right—after a long stretch, our compass is finally pointed toward home. As we reach roughly two-thirds of the way through our grand Southwestern US adventure, the realization hits: We’re open road veterans now. Over the past two and a half years, the RV has been our mobile fortress, and we’ve embraced the nomadic life with gusto. Our journey has led us up mountain passes in the Rockies, along the winding Mississippi, and into the backroads of New Brunswick. We’ve set up camp at more than 70 different spots and wandered through over 50 cities across the US and Canada. The memories? They span Old Quebec’s storybook streets, the pulsing heart of Nashville’s music, the smoky flavors of Kansas City barbecue, and the spicy soul of Lafayette’s cajun kitchens. Our mental passport is stamped with cities brimming with history, charisma, and the occasional oddball roadside marvel.

Adobe Building w/ String of Dried Chilies, Downtown 

After all these adventures, it’s not easy for a city to steal our hearts. But then came Santa Fe, New Mexico—“The City Different.” Santa Fe didn’t just get a pin on our map; it vaulted to our “Best Of” list, and here’s why. First, the city’s strict zoning rules mean everything—cafés, galleries, inns—sticks to the low-slung Pueblo and Territorial styles. No looming high-rises: just sun-soaked plazas and courtyards that feel as expansive and warm as a Georgia O’Keeffe canvas. Second, Santa Fe’s history is as deep as it gets in North America. The oldest state capital in the US, it’s layered atop Tewa Pueblo villages and has flown Spanish, Mexican, and US flags, making it one of the oldest continuously governed cities around. Third? Art, art, and more art. With more than 250 galleries, Santa Fe boasts status as the nation’s third-largest art market and the honor of being a UNESCO “Creative City.” Creativity radiates from every adobe wall and turquoise window—Native, Spanish, and contemporary influences aren’t just seen, they’re felt, especially along Canyon Road and in the lively plazas. So, as our list of favorite cities grows, we find ourselves making space at the top for Santa Fe. Sorry, Austin and Quebec—there’s a new contender in town. Here are some of our favorite Santa Fe adventures.

Our adventure in Santa Fe began at the remarkable New Mexico History Museum, seamlessly connected to the iconic Palace of the Governors. Like many state capitals we’ve explored during our RV travels, Santa Fe offers a rich tapestry of over 500 years of regional history. The museum’s interactive exhibits guided us through the ages, from indigenous cultures and Spanish settlement to the city’s vibrant present. Upstairs, we stumbled upon something truly extraordinary: an immersive display dedicated to Zozobra.

Zozobra Display at NM History Museum

If you’re unfamiliar, Zozobra, or “Old Man Gloom”, is a towering 50-foot marionette that’s burned every year in Santa Fe just before Labor Day. Created in 1924 by artist Will Shuster, Zozobra represents the anxieties and troubles of the community. The annual burning is a dramatic ritual where locals and visitors alike symbolically consign their worries to the flames, making space for renewal and hope. The museum’s presentation brought this tradition to life with vivid storytelling and creative exhibits. What truly sets the New Mexico History Museum apart is its integration with the Palace of the Governors, America’s oldest continuously occupied public building, dating to 1610. Unlike typical museums, this institution stands at the crossroads of history, uniting centuries of Spanish, Mexican, and American stories under one adobe roof. The blend of cutting-edge exhibits with the living legacy of the Palace, right on the Santa Fe Plaza, made for a memorable and meaningful first day in the city.

Palace of the Governors, New Mexico History Museum

We spent two days exploring Santa Fe’s Museum Hill, an elevated area that hosts four prominent museums: the Santa Fe Botanical Garden, the Museum of Indian Arts & Culture, the Museum of International Folk Art, and the Wheelwright Museum of the American Indian. With its expansive views, peaceful environment, and impressive architecture, Museum Hill is truly a unique destination for cultural exploration. Even though we dedicated two days, it wasn’t nearly enough time to experience everything offered here. Ultimately, we had to make some difficult decisions and chose to focus our attention on two outstanding museums.

• Museum of International Folk Art:

  

  Kukuli Velarde's Terracote Mixed Media - Kinda Creepy

  Our exploration began in this world-renowned museum, which boasts the largest collection of folk art anywhere. We spent time in the Bartlett Wing, which houses the museum’s core collection and offers a sweeping introduction to the diversity of folk traditions. One highlight was the iNgqikithi yokuPhica / Weaving Meanings: Telephone Wire Art from South Africa exhibit. This vibrant presentation traced the evolution of telephone wire weaving from its origins to today’s colorful, recycled creations, featuring 247 pieces that showcased both tradition and innovation.

Telephone Wire Weaving, Museum of International Folk Art

• Museum of Indian Arts & Culture:

  

  Museum of Indian Arts & Culture

  Next, we immersed ourselves in the rich heritage preserved at MIAC, an institution dedicated to Southwestern Native American cultures. The museum’s collections of pottery and textiles particularly stood out—each piece a testament to the artistry, skill, and history of the region’s Indigenous peoples. The carefully curated exhibits not only preserve these traditions but also highlight the creativity and resilience of Native communities.

Around the midpoint of our time in Santa Fe, we had some guests. No, strangers didn’t randomly appear at our camper door—quite the opposite! Our visitors, Susan and Wayne, are family from California whom we invited in advance. Since we’d traveled so far west, they generously flew out to Santa Fe to spend a long weekend with us, filled with various activities.

With our guests in town, we wanted to make their Santa Fe visit memorable. Susan’s top request was the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum—a perfect choice, given O’Keeffe’s deep connection to the region. We gladly joined her at this celebrated spot, where thoughtfully arranged exhibits and personal artifacts offered a clear window into the artist’s life. Hundreds of drawings and paintings, including late works from when her eyesight was fading, captured O’Keeffe’s vision and spirit. By the end, we understood why her art and the landscape of New Mexico are so often spoken in the same breath.

Working Glass @ Prairie Dog Glass

Exploring Santa Fe's art scene is inspiring, but actually making our own art took things to another level. Judy found the perfect hands-on adventure—a glassblowing session at Prairie Dog Glass. All four of us worked alongside expert instructors to craft custom drinking glasses, getting an up-close look at the creative process. Like on the show Blown Away, our pieces needed time in the annealer, so I picked them up the next day. It was a fun and memorable experience. 

Saturday was all about the walking tours as Wayne & Susan joined us on back– to– back tours of Santa Fe.

• Our day began with a brisk, early morning walking history tour led by Tom, a Santa Fe native with five generations of roots in the city.

  

   Guide Tom w/ Judy and Adobe Brick

  Tom’s deep knowledge brought Santa Fe’s 400-year story to life as he guided us through the historic Plaza, Cathedral Park, and along Palace Avenue, highlighting every landmark with fascinating insights. From demonstrating the weight of authentic adobe blocks to sharing local legends, Tom seemed to know everything about Santa Fe. It was the perfect introduction to the city, a truly memorable first tour.

• Following lunch, we embarked on a dedicated "Chocolate Tasting Tour,"
  
  offering an immersive glimpse into the city's rich history with cacao. We traced chocolate's journey from its origins as ancient Mesoamerican medicinal elixirs to contemporary artisanal masterpieces, tasting treats at the family-owned “Chocolate En La Plaza” and enjoying liquid chocolate at “Kakawa Chocolate.” The afternoon was especially delightful and delicious.
  
  

To make the most of Susan and Wayne's final day, we headed to Albuquerque for a trio of memorable experiences. We kicked things off with lunch at the Indian Pueblo Kitchen, enjoying authentic Pueblo flavors and warm hospitality—a perfect introduction to the area's vibrant culture.

Wayne, Susan, Judy, Steven @ Petroglyph National Monument 

Next, we explored the sun-drenched trails at Petroglyph National Monument, where ancient images carved into basalt boulders connected us to the region’s deep history and stunning landscape. For a nostalgic finale, we stopped at the 66 Diner on Central Ave, soaking up the retro atmosphere, neon lights, and walls lined with PEZ dispensers and classic memorabilia. The milkshakes—served with their iconic "overspill" in chilled metal canisters—were the perfect treat as we reminisced together. With each experience, we made lasting memories before saying goodbye and sending Susan and Wayne off on their journey home.

After saying goodbye to them at the airport, we started getting the RV ready, knowing our time in Santa Fe was also at an end. Sharing this lively city with family made our experiences richer and more memorable. From exploring world-class museums and savoring local flavors to historic walks and hands-on art, we packed our visit with highlights. Our long weekend together brought both discovery and laughter, deepening our appreciation for Santa Fe’s unique spirit. The city’s vibrant culture, warm community, and unforgettable adventures left their mark. Now, grateful for these memories, we roll on, making memories by the mile and sharing them with you as we tell… the Rest of the Story.

Wayne, Steven, Judy, Susan "Toasting" Using Our New Hand-Blown Glassware

Cottonwood, AZ: The Gateway to Friends, Laughs, and Legendary Arizona Escapades.

View from the Chapel of the Holy Cross, Sedona, AZ

Picture this: a jaw-dropping backdrop of vibrant red rocks and lush patches of green, with dramatic cliffs stretching toward an impossibly blue sky—and smack dab in the middle, there’s some goofball (yours truly) who somehow wandered into the frame. If you can manage to look past my “best attempt at majestic posing,” the scenery is absolutely breathtaking. This photo was snapped at the legendary Chapel of the Holy Cross, which seems to sprout straight from the crimson cliffs of Sedona, Arizona. Built high above the desert floor and nestled into the rugged red rock, the Chapel of the Holy Cross isn’t just a church, it’s a marvel of modernist architecture. Completed in 1956, inspired by the Empire State Building, this striking Roman Catholic chapel was the vision of Marguerite Brunswig Staude, a rancher and sculptor. The structure’s bold, 90-foot iron cross soars upward, perfectly integrated into the sheer rock face, creating a seamless union of human creativity and nature’s artistry. Surrounded by panoramic vistas of iconic formations like Courthouse Butte and Cathedral Rock, and overlooking sprawling juniper forests and sunlit mesas, the chapel is celebrated as a place of peace and spiritual renewal. Many visitors (myself included) leave feeling uplifted, as if the very landscape is radiating a transformative kind of awe.

Now that I’ve set the scene, let’s catch you up on the rest of our adventure. After heading north from Tucson through Phoenix, we landed in Cottonwood, AZ. While Sedona dazzles with its world-famous rock formations and luxury resorts, Cottonwood offers a more relaxed vibe, historic charm, and an easygoing pace just 28 miles from Sedona’s hustle. The real jackpot? Our friends Rachelle and Kevin were waiting for us at the campground, ready to turn our trip into an unforgettable group getaway. We laughed over rounds of cribbage, feasted together, played some golf, and packed as much exploring as we could into our week in the Verde Valley.

Let’s be honest, when you retire and hit the road in an RV, life takes on a whole new rhythm, one that’s blissfully relaxed and entirely on your own terms. Lucky for us, Kevin and Rachelle

had perfected the art of leisurely travel too, so every plan was negotiable and every snack break mandatory. Sedona was our playground for the day, and we made the most of it together: hopping on a trolley tour to gawk at the red rocks, stopping at every overlook for “just one more” photo (spoiler: there were a thousand more), and wandering in and out of quirky Main Street shops. The highlight? Scoring a spot at the front of the line when the hot Mexican restaurant, Eloté Café opened. Nothing brings out our competitive side like the promise of legendary guacamole and margaritas. By the end of the day, our camera rolls were bursting with so many pictures of the same mountain from slightly different angles that even our phones probably rolled their digital eyes. 

View from atop Airport Mesa

Sure, it’s wonderful having our play date pals just a stone’s throw away, nothing beats the camaraderie and laughter of group adventures. But there’s something equally rewarding about stepping out solo and soaking up the natural beauty that surrounds us. One morning, with Judy feeling a bit under the weather, I seized the chance to explore Dead Horse Ranch State Park on my own, just outside Cottonwood. Hiking the Raptor Hill Trail that morning, I wandered across the high-desert plateau and was rewarded with sweeping 180-degree views of the Rio Verde Valley. Dead Horse Ranch State Park is a haven for outdoor lovers, boasting a network of scenic trails that offer extraordinary vistas of the valley’s unique landscape, lush greenery, and rolling hills. If you’re curious what those breathtaking views look like, watch the video!

When it comes to unforgettable group adventures, our night at the Blazin' M Ranch completely stole the show. Thanks to Judy’s top-notch activities-planning skills, we snagged an extra special treat by joining the history tour on the ranch’s quirky little train, hosted by none other than

Trying on Cowboy Hat

the legendary Jody Drake herself. Part historian, part train conductor, part grand dame of the Old West, Jody Drake wove stories that brought the ranch’s colorful past to life and got us early access to all the action. From the moment we rolled into the recreated frontier town, it was like stepping onto a movie set where every detail screamed “Wild West” adventure. Shops, a swinging-door saloon, and hands-on activities beckoned at every turn. Naturally, our first order of business was the saloon, because, let’s be honest, nothing kicks off a night of cowboy antics like a round of cocktails. With a little liquid courage in our systems, we tackled the axe throwing range. Some (like Judy) wielded the axe like seasoned lumberjacks, while others… well, let’s just say the axes had minds of their own! Fueled by laughter and maybe a second trip to the saloon, we took on bull riding (mechanical, but still!), tested our aim at the air-gun range, and tried our hand at calf roping. The promise of a BBQ rib and chicken dinner saved the day, and we feasted like ranch hands before catching our breath during the Blazin’ M’s musical comedy show, which brought down the house with toe-tapping tunes and plenty of chuckles. The Blazin’ M Ranch delivered the ultimate all-in, over-the-top Old West extravaganza. One we won’t soon forget (and probably can’t repeat without a nap first).t

Riding the Verde Canyon Railroad

It was at the Blazin’ M Ranch where we got a hot tip from the bartender about booking last-minute tickets on the Verde Canyon Railroad. The next day, Judy went into full booking mode and snagged us tickets for an afternoon train ride. We set off from Clarkdale’s century-old depot, ready for a four hour, 40 mile round-trip adventure with Rachelle and Kevin. The train’s vintage, climate-controlled cars offered plush living room-style seating, complete with bar service and a complimentary charcuterie board, making the journey as comfortable as it was scenic. We had full access to an open-air railcar, where we soaked in sweeping views of Arizona’s “other Grand Canyon”, a landscape of striking red rock cliffs, the winding Verde River, a dramatic 734-foot tunnel, and abundant wildlife. As the train hugged the river’s curves beneath cottonwood and sycamore trees, we felt like travelers from a bygone era, marveling at the canyon’s beauty even as rain streaked the windows. During our train journey, we captured photos of stunning scenery, sipped on coffee-flavored drinks, and shared laughs over stories from our RV trips.

The very next day found us leaving the green valley of Cottonwood and heading for the winding, storied streets of Jerome, AZ. With Rachelle and Kevin again by our side, our next adventure beckoned, this time, diving into the rugged past of Arizona’s most legendary mining town. Jerome, Arizona, clings precariously to the face of Cleopatra Hill, its narrow, winding streets zigzagging up steep inclines and offering jaw-dropping vistas across the Verde Valley. Jerome was a booming copper mining camp in the late 1800s,

Douglas Mansion in Jerome State Historic Park

a place where saloons and miners’ shacks balanced on terraces above the valley, and where life was as lively as it was dangerous. When the mines finally closed in 1953, Jerome nearly disappeared as many old mining towns did. Jerome was reborn in the 60’s & 70’s as a haven for artists, musicians, and free spirits drawn to its quirky charm and haunting beauty. Today, Jerome thrives as a National Historic Landmark, its hills dotted with vibrant galleries, cozy wineries, eclectic restaurants, and fascinating remnants of its mining past, all set against the backdrop of stunning mountain views. But no visit to Jerome is complete without a trip to the Douglas Mansion at Jerome State Historic Park. The mansion is a museum that preserves the town's storied mining history. We spent hours exploring the detailed exhibits of mining tools and equipment, interactive 3D models of the underground mines, and informative videos that brought Jerome’s wild past to life.

Old Mining Equipment, Jerome State Historic Park

It’s wild how a week can slip by in a blink when you’re surrounded by good friends and laughter. Our seven days in Cottonwood, AZ felt more like a joyful blur than a stretch of time. But as all wonderful chapters do, this one had to close. After one last shared meal with Kevin and Rachelle, we hugged goodbye the next morning, each of us turning our wheels in different directions. While they pointed their RV south towards Phoenix, we set our sights east, beginning the long journey back towards New England. Sharing stories and laughs with friends is great, but it's also exciting to plan future adventures, whether reconnecting in 2027 in California or finding new paths to meet along the way. That’s the real joy of this RV life: shared adventures, the promise of future reunions, and knowing that every goodbye is simply a “see you down the road,” as we tell… the Rest of the Story.

Saguaro Cacti, Tombstone Cowboys, & Sunny Desert Adventures in Tucson, AZ.

At long last, we’ve arrived somewhere the weather actually welcomes us—hello, southern Arizona! After more than 4,500 miles on the road from chilly Massachusetts, it feels

 Large Saguaro Cacti, Saguaro National Park

like we’ve finally hit the jackpot. Mornings may start off cool and brisk—think mid to upper 40s—but by afternoon, it’s a perfect 70-something, with gentle breezes that practically beg you to stay outside. Evenings settle into a refreshing coolness, making sleep a dream. It’s no wonder people flock to Tucson this time of year while the rest of the country shivers under winter’s grip. Of course, I have to remind myself occasionally: summer here is a whole other story. With daytime highs over 100 degrees and nights that barely dip below 75, it’s a dry sauna—not exactly my kind of paradise! But what makes Tucson truly special is its stunning backdrop. The city sits nestled in a desert valley, surrounded by five impressive mountain ranges—the Santa Catalina to the north, Rincon to the east, Santa Rita to the south, Tucson Mountains to the west, and Tortolita up in the northwest. These peaks soar up to 9,500 feet above Tucson’s 2,400-foot perch, serving up panoramic views that’ll take your breath away. And then, of course, there’s the legendary Saguaro cacti—those towering green giants that seem to wave at you from every direction. Some stretch skyward over 50 feet tall, their arms twisting and posing in ways that make every cactus a contender in a desert beauty pageant. I found myself mentally rating each one as we passed, with bonus points awarded for any Saguaro hosting a bird’s nest. (A rare sight, but always a treat.) And speaking of style—don’t be surprised if you spot a Saguaro wearing a sunhat! Out here, everyone’s in on the secret: the Arizona sun doesn’t play favorites, not even with the locals.

Judy and Eli @ Top Golf

Our Tucson trip was memorable, thanks to reconnecting with friends who know the city well. Eli, a University of Arizona student we've known since his childhood, took us to Top Golf for some lighthearted fun. Alan, Judy’s first principal in Massachusetts and now a part-time resident, gave us tips on the best sights. With such a packed itinerary, our week flew by and barely covered all that Tucson has to offer. Here are a few highlights from our busy visit, made possible by our knowledgeable friends.

Sweetwater Wetlands

Alan stopped by the RV Park to get the 411 on our RV lifestyle and reconnect with us before we accompanied him to Sweetwater Wetlands, a renowned bird sanctuary. Covering 30 acres, this free public park offers wildlife habitats, walking trails, ponds, and riparian vegetation, and hosts over 300 recorded bird species.

Tombstone, Arizona

Our day trip to Tombstone, AZ—affectionately called “The Town Too Tough to Die”—was a riot from start to finish. About 75 miles southeast of Tucson, this small city is bursting with Wild West personality. We jumped on a trolley tour that whisked us past all the must-see sights: 

Office out back at the OK Corral in Tombstone

the infamous Bird Cage Theatre, the imposing Tombstone Courthouse, Big Nose Kate’s Saloon (once a hotspot for gamblers and colorful characters), and, of course, the Boothill Graveyard. But the real highlight was returning to the historic O.K. Corral. The site buzzes with energy, especially during the live reenactments of the legendary shootout between the Earps, Doc Holliday, and the Clanton-McLaury gang—performed several times daily by some seriously talented (and, in at least one case, very good-looking) historical actors. The actor playing Doc Holliday was so dashingly handsome that Judy insisted on a photo—and for a moment, I thought I’d be heading home solo while she rode off into the sunset with Doc! Beyond the action, the O.K. Corral features a fascinating museum, an authentic 1880s stable, vintage buggies, and a real working blacksmith shop. We also took time to explore C.S. Fly’s legendary photography studio, right next door to the Corral. Fly’s collection of Western photos is a treasure trove, including some of the most iconic images ever taken of Geronimo and his Apache clan. All in all, our visit to Tombstone left us grinning, full of stories, and just a little worried I might have to tip my hat and say, “Goodnight, Doc, take good care of Judy!” 

Judy with that Dashing Doc Holiday at the O.K. Corral in Tombstone, AZ.

The Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum

Alan, a proud member of The Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, generously insisted we use his complimentary tickets for our visit—an offer we simply couldn’t refuse! Not only did Alan make sure we got inside, but he also enthusiastically encouraged us to catch the Raptor Free Flight demonstration, describing it as a “must-see.” He wasn’t kidding. The show featured native hawks, owls, and falcons soaring freely just overhead, so close that one Harris’s hawk actually brushed past my head and ruffled my hair, leaving me both stunned and exhilarated. Watching these raptors swoop and dive mere feet above us was absolutely unforgettable. Afterwards, we spent a wonderful hour wandering the museum’s scenic walking trails, passing animals and beautiful biospheres, all under the bright Arizona sun—a perfect morning in the Sonoran Desert.

Saguaro National Park

Not too far from the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, we traded the curated trails and animal exhibits for the wild beauty of Saguaro National Park. The moment we hit the dusty paths, we were greeted by a cast of desert characters: the stately Saguaro cacti—towering everywhere you looked—kept us company at every turn, while Teddy Bear Cholla, Fishhook Barrel, and sprawling Prickly Pear added their own thorny personalities to the mix. The scenery was so breathtaking that it almost made us forget we were putting in the miles—until we realized our leisurely exploration had become a solid 4.5-mile hike. And with so many spiny neighbors lining the trail, I made sure to keep my footing; one misstep and I’d be picking cactus spines out of some unlucky appendage for the rest of the trip—a souvenir I was definitely not eager to take home! 

Catalina State Park.

Alan & Judy in Catalina State Park

We enjoyed yet another wonderful morning with Alan, whose home is nestled north of Tucson by the scenic Catalina Mountains and Catalina State Park. Thanks to Alan, who had already shared so many helpful suggestions, we felt like insiders as we explored the park on a lively Saturday, when the Nature Program featured a fascinating live reptile exhibit. Alan led us along his favorite 2½-mile Canyon Loop Trail, which winds over and back across the Cañada del Oro Wash. To our surprise, the wash actually had water flowing, making our hike even more memorable as we navigated its crossings together.   

                               

As memorable as the sights of Tucson were, the awe-inspiring Saguaro National Park, the thrilling Raptor Free Flight at the Desert Museum, and even swinging away at Topgolf, what truly made this stop memorable was reconnecting with old friends. There’s a unique joy in sharing the road with those we’ve known and having our journeys intersect in surprising ways. Meeting up again with Alan and Eli were the highlights, the kind of meaningful encounter that makes RV life so rewarding. You never know when your paths might cross again, and that’s what makes these reunions so special. And with that, we invite you to join us, as we tell… the rest of the story.