The grey weather continued again today and by the time we’d eaten, cleaned up and gotten packed, it was nearly lunchtime. We had to check out and, not wanting to leave computers and cameras alone in the car, we decided to have lunch and return home.
We made another go at Kendall’s Famous Burgers & Ice Cream. Well, it was OK, I suppose. I tossed caution and insurance company warnings to the wind and asked for my burger to be medium-rare, despite the warnings that it would increase my chances of food-borne illness.
I can only say, if my burger was medium-rare, the ordinary medium ones must be charcoal briquets. The meat was overdone, and therefore flavorless and the buns weren’t particularly fresh. It was just a run-of-mill, garden variety hamburger.
We were considering going up into the woods and walking around a bit, despite everything being muddy, but, once again, as we left Kendall’s, the temperature was dropping rapidly, indicating another storm front was moving in.
We just decided to go home.
Prescott is an interesting little town. Perhaps it’s not so little anymore. The center of town is the only genuine Victorian settlement of any size that remains standing in Arizona and it’s charming. Unfortunately, what was once a small town in moderate climate, is now a sprawl incorporating Prescott, Prescott Valley and Chino Valley. Of the three, only Prescott has any charm. The other towns are sprawled out across the dull, empty plains surrounding Prescott.
Meanwhile, the land in Prescott has become so desirable, many of the houses for sale were pushing a half a million dollars.
There’s also a curious phenomena and one that does not bode well for Prescott. There were block watch and security system signs everywhere. Typically, I expect to only see that in neighborhoods that have problems with crime. Considering the look of many of the teenagers running around Prescott, I can imagine they’re a bit of problem.
I guess I’ll have to start looking for a different town to retire to.
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