Route 66 Days

Last weekend was Route 66 Days here in Flagstaff, AZ. It is a big deal in the the highest city on Historic Route 66. Over 450 classic cars came to town. They all converged downtown where they lined the streets. Traffic going through town was horrendous, pedestrians were everywhere and beautiful cars just awaited to be admired. In all the excitement a 1980 Corvette was even stolen. The only way to describe what we experienced is through a montage of pictures.

Our favorite car from the show. She was a beauty.

In high school this was my dream car.
Sadly I did not even get close to owning it.

Jared next to his favorite antenna decoration.

I got really excited whenever a car was shown with a
display of food. I took more pictures of food than I did cars.



A lot of cars had signs telling people not to touch them.
These were my two favorite signs.

This owner is apparently attached to his car. At his
age he is still sitting in the drivers seat.

Notice the miniature version of the car sitting on the engine.

A Visit From My Parents

For the Fourth of July weekend my parents came to visit. In the three short days they were here we ate some amazing food which included spiced pear pie, mango fajitas, lasagna and juicy steaks. We hiked the lava tubes which are just outside of Flagstaff. The lava tubes are a mile-long lava tube cave was formed roughly 700,000 years ago by molten rock that erupted from a volcanic vent. We also went to Walnut Canyon National Monument - the site of cliff dwellings from the Sinagua people whom lived here over 700 years ago. We also had time to relax and celebrate the 4th of July.

While they were here I had asked my mom to help me sew an apron with some fabric I bought. My mom is a professional seamstress. I have absolutely no paitence for the details that sewing requires. I can bake pies all day long but sewing will make me immediately into a mad woman. She miraculously whipped up three intricate aprons in less than 24 hours. Now every time I bake I think of her amazingness and have a stylish apron.

Lucky Me

I consider myself a very lucky woman. Jared knows how much I love to take pictures of flowers. In fact, the summer that we met I took exponentially more pictures of flowers than I did of us. Jared also drives around in circles in his bus daily. Last week he noticed a random field of wildflowers along his bus route. When I got off of work, he picked me up and had my camera with him. He then drove me directly to this random field of wildflowers in the middle of the industrial part of town. We walked around taking pictures of every flower at every angle. It was a perfect evening. It is these small acts that he does for me daily that keep my love and my passion for him growing. Jared, I love you!


P.S. Pictures of the new apartment are coming soon. We only have one more box to unpack!