This past weekend, Grey and I spent a good amount of time up North. One of the best parts about living in Arizona is that cooler temperatures, forests, and quaint towns are just a short drive out of the city. We spent time in Flagstaff and Prescott and I was surprised to realize that I don’t ever remember being anywhere and seeing the leaves changing color before. I’ve seen quintessential Fall in photos, but I don’t think I have ever seen it in person. It was really amazing.
We stayed at The Inn at 410, our favorite place pretty much ever. If you ever have a reason to go to Flagstaff, there is no better place to stay. It’s an adorable B&B in the perfect location — walking distance to downtown, right next door to Brix (amazing restaurant) and Carriage House Antiques.
We spent time in Prescott, too. The temperatures were slightly warmer there but perfect for walking around. We explored lots of antique shops, spice shops, and popped into Superstition Meadery where we had some great tastes and brought home a couple of bottles.
It’s kind of funny… I felt like this was my first time experiencing a real Fall. Yellow leaves dancing in the wind, Fall flowers and pumpkins everywhere in the shops, Fall menus with local ingredients in the restaurants… Pretty much bliss, people. 🙂