I’ll give high marks to the Spring Hill Marriott (perhaps I’ll explain why later) but among the good things, free wireless and a real complimentary breakfast, with sausage, eggs and waffles, not just bagels.
After we consumed breakfast, it looked promising that, while still grey, the rain might have abated for the day. We headed out for a walk to get pictures of plum tree blossoms for Irene. Then we headed up a random street towards the top of a hill. When we got there, we found ourselves in Acker Park. We trudged around through the mud for quite a while and finally found ourselves on the south-side of the park. Because Irene had been pushing the stroller through the mud, an environment not friendly to strollers, we decided to circle around on the roads back to the north side and our hotel.
That proved to be a rather circuitous route, but had the advantage of being all downhill. As we approached the hotel, the temperature began to drop considerably and the dark storm clouds began to roll into town again. I left the GPS in the car, but I used Google Earth upon return to calculate our walking distance. Michelle managed to walk the entire 4 miles, which is pretty good for a 4-year old.
Thursday night after our lackluster dinner at the Fazoli’s next door, I’d searched for pizza places and discovered a highly recommended place called “Papa’sâ€. I dutifully noted the location and paid close attention to the lamentations of several people complaining that they were only open fives days a week (Tuesday-Saturday.)
We hopped in the car as the weather continued to worsen and drove to Papa’s. Perhaps people should haven’t been complaining about the days they were open and should have been complaining about their hours. They weren’t open until 4:00PM. We’d have starved by then and the kids had been geared up for pizza. We returned to a small pizza place we passed along the way: Tastebud’s.
I’ll be reviewing that over at Pizza Locust shortly.
While we were in the restaurant, it really started to dump. Since we were all tired, we returned to the room and I took a nap.
Dinner was almost an equal fiasco, I wasn’t going to get pizza twice in one day, so I knew Papa’s would have to keep for another trip. We headed out to exercise the kids some more and find food. Due to the obscene influx of people into Prescott over the last decade, all the “usual suspects†for family dining were here. I wanted a hamburger, so we finally drove back into the center of town to Kendall’s Famous Burgers & Ice Cream. We arrived just as they were closing.
We drove around mostly aimlessly until I gave up and suggested Red Lobster. Irene was please to get seafood, and they’ve always got a New York Strip steak and a good caesar salad waiting for me.
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