Last week, David and I drove to Prescott.

Ahhh…out of town…it was so nice to get out of the heat, and even better that David went too.  We had a wonderful time.  We stopped at the Rock Springs Cafe both on the way up and back.  In Prescott we stayed in a little B&B called the Gurley Street Lodge.  The owner’s wife was an artist, and I was able to spend quite a bit of time talking to her about art.  That was encouraging.  We walked around town, shopped, drank beer, watched the clog dancers, and hung out in The Raven.

This is the cabin in which we stayed. Full kitchen, two bedroom, nice and clean.  The weather was amazing; on our drive up, it was pouring rain.

You know you want some world famous whisky pecan pie.  You do.

David wanted a red cream soda, but we didn’t have any cash.  The minimum for debit was ten dollars, so I bought some local orange blossom honey.  Mmmmm…

The Raven serves local and organic food whenever possible.  I had a salad and soup as well as an iced americano here.  They have lots of art on the walls and support the music scene as well.  David and I hung out here for a few hours.  I read a book about photography, and he read one about a journalist traveling to China.

And how many coffee shops in your neighborhood have the awesomeness that is this?