From Phoenix, Arizona on the way to
After the family's brief stint in Sedona was called to a halt due to some unfortunate snow fall, we relocated a little earlier than planned to Phoenix. Phoenix was only a few hours away from Sedona, but it made all the difference in terms of weather and topography. There are fewer mountains because it's primarily a more urban city. This leg of the trip turned out to be fantastic.
The six of us stayed at a local Howard Johnson's. During the day time we went to a local festival and picked up some root beer flavored hard candy. Straight from there, we went horse back riding at a local ranch. My horse's name was Nick. My brother's was Santa and he kept galloping away from the group.
At night we tried our luck at the local entertainment place called Fiddlestick's. Here we go carted, swung a few hits at the batting range, mini golfed (I won a free game), and won game tickets playing skee ball.
Phoenix was a lot warmer than Sedona and during the day we were able to take a dip or two in the pool at our hotel. None of us wanted to leave, but the time came where we had to head to the airport. As we checked in, we were informed that our flight was cancelled and we'd have to wait a few hours and head to a different New York airport. We took this opportunity to visit a local museum highlighting Heritage and Indian Preservation in Arizona.
