oh how wonderful it is to jump in the car and just drive. if i had to paint a picture of what my bliss is, that would undoubtedly be it. the open road, no destination, no concept of time; just the freedom to go.
there are always those places that tug at your heart strings, and there’s quite a few of those scattered around the state of arizona. rewind to a few weeks back, i decided to use my free sunday the best way i know how, setting out for a road trip.
payson is always a front-runner destination for me, mainly because i never hit traffic heading that way, and during the summer months it’s a safe haven and escape from the desert, considering it’s about 20 plus degrees cooler.
but that sunday, i decided to drive a short ways past the familiar city of payson, and frolic to a new place on the map i had yet to see; a quaint little town called strawberry. when it comes to size, strawberry is tiny, but it holds so much beauty within it.
with my foot on the gas and the crisp error breezing in through the cracked car windows, i stumbled upon arizona’s oldest historic school house; reminding me of my sweet dad. he used to learn in a one-room building like that back in the day, and the stories he tells always paints me such a vivid picture of what life was like back then, just like that little old school house in strawberry.
the best part of visiting new places is stumbling on those little gems that hold so much character. so to all of you wanderers out there, take a chance. drive somewhere new. get lost sometimes. and if you’re in arizona, consider checking out strawberry; you won’t leave feeling disappointed.