Horray For Me!

Here I am, in the Best Western Prescottonian! I did it. All the way to Prescott, with two important stops... one for OJ and an English muffin, and one at Sunset Point to walk around a little bit, and take in the beautiful view. I didn't get the camera out, because the day was quite overcast, and my little disposable wouldn't have done a very good job without sunlight.

Sunset Point AZ

Then there was heavy traffic as I approached Prescott Valley. Worse traffic coming into Prescott, with road construction and light rain. But you know what? I didn't get up tight... I just resolved to do whatever Mr. G told me to. I made two mistakes, turning before I was supposed to, and he calmly rescued me and put me back on the right track.

I pointed Mr. G towards the Prescott Pantry, which is a place my son has raved about. So now I can let him know I found it and had lunch there. PG would have liked that little Mom and Pop establishment... very cozy and casual... looks like the locals eat there, and that's always a good indication of a successful eatery.

I rested a while, surfed the internet, and ate at a little Mexican Restaurant this evening. Because the weather turned chilly and rainy, I did not sight see downtown. Maybe tomorrow if the weather's improved for walking around, I'll check out Whiskey Row, or another attraction.

This trip has already been a success, even if I do nothing more that eat breakfast and head for Wickenburg in the morning. I cannot rave enough about the difference that Mr. G makes for me. I used to worry every time I went somewhere. Will I remember how to get home? Will I be able to figure out the map, or the directions? Will I remember where I parked the car? And on.... and on... and on... I would make myself miserable, mentally going over the reversed route that I needed to get home rather than enjoying the program/activity I had come for.

Today, I actually enjoyed the scenery, AND the act of driving to a specific destination just because I wanted to. Additionally, I didn't mind eating by myself. It was all part of the experience... the Independence... my choice.

Horray for me!