Christmas Parade

It's been a while, but I never promised that this would be a regular thing...

My family and I recently took a little trip. We are fans of a little town here is Arizona called Prescott. It is located about an hour and half North and West of Phoenix. More north than west I think. Prescott is also at an elevation of about 5000+ ft, so it's weather is quite different than the weather we get here at the lower elevations of the Southwestern United States. That's a lot of capital letters, and I don't know if I got them all right, but I'm going to keep going.

Anyway, we are fans. Prescott has several annual parades. We have gone to the Fourth of July Parade for three years running, and we love it. It is great to get out of the heat of Tucson and go up into the mountains with the pine trees, and the cool days and cooler nights. My father has a little and fairly rustic cabin there. It isn't one of these super fancy deals, but it's got running water and electricity, and satellite TV, which I don't like very much, but that's a subject for some other blog. The point is that it's nice.

We go to the parade, it's very patriotic, and pro America, and we really love it. Then we go hiking and crawdad fishing, and we play in the forest and at the park. At the end we watch the fireworks then we go back to Tucson when we feel like it. We like it so much that this year we decided to try the Christmas day parade.

We did some research and found out from my sister that it's awesome. It's a fun little parade then they light the town square with Christmas lights, then they have a little museum of living history that does some traditional Christmas stuff. We even found out that there is a big Ginger bread house display/contest at a conference center there that we could go look at. We were really excited about this, and looked forward to it for a long time.

My wife as usual did the lions share of the packing and preparation. My only part really was loading the car, and making sure it worked, and doing whatever else she asked me to specifically do, but really she is the magic behind pretty much all of our vacations. We couldn't leave the night before the parade, but figured that was OK since it didn't start till 1:00 p.m. So we got up around 6:00 and started driving the 3.5 hours to get there well in time to see the sights. All in all it was uneventful until we got about 2o miles from our destination, then it started to become what I'll call a bit epic.

In most parts of Arizona it does not snow. Because of this most cars in Arizona are not prepared to drive in snowy conditions. Also because of the lack of consistent snow in the higher up parts of Arizona most cities where it does occasionally snow have limited snow clearing abilities. I say this because at about 20 miles away from Prescott, it started snowing.

This was not that big yet because the snow was not really sticking. But we were traveling up hill. By the time we go to presort the snow was sticking, but it wasn't too thick yet, so we were able to successfully park the car and start bundling up the kids.

One of my kids, not pictured immediately started walking around in his regular shoes in the snow after we parked. Thirty Minutes later he was complaining about his feet being wet, and we did not have a back up pair. He spent most of the parade inside a store called Edelweiss.

The rest of us placed our folding chairs close together and our umbrellas over our heads facing the wind and settled in for the long haul.

It was cold and it was getting colder. It started snowing a lot. At first it was the kind of snow that makes little tiny balls and sort of rolls all over the ground and off clothes, but it also falls pretty fast. This was fine except when the umbrella shakes at the wrong time and your clothes get covered in snow. Later this snow turned into the light flaky kind that drifts slowly to the ground.

The parade was fabulous. There were 87 entries. I kept trying to get kids to throw snowballs at me from the floats, but this only worked once. I was amazed at marching bands. I have to believe that that band from Tucson had a couple of casualties. Usually it's the flutes or the clarinets. For some reason they are always the first to tap out. It's never the Tubas. There must be something exhausting about holding a small instrument in your hands.

I was also glad to see that the historical recreation societies were dressed warmly. There was one float in the summer and in this parade that I call the slutty old ladies float. Thankfully they were not like the Polar bear swimmers.

After about 60 parade entries I couldn't feel my toes. This reminded me of the Grand Canyon as many things do these days. I had major blisters on that day, and the sensation of being aware of my toes was a nice reminder. I decided to get up and start running up and down the street. Luckily there were only about 20 spectators so no body got too upset about my high stepping.

Lila also ran with me which was cute until I stopped and turned around only to run right into her and almost fall down myself. I am sure I will miss those moments.

Eventually the parade ended, and the snow picked up. Prescott is hilly and on the walk back to our car we saw many vehicles having serious trouble getting anywhere. I am not sure if it is the tires or the drivers or the lack of plows. My guess is that it's a combination of all of it, but the roads were dangerous that day my friend.

We tried to go on a road that would lead to my dad's cabin, which was farther up the mountain, but we couldn't get up the small hill. I had to do a Rockford Files type sliding turn to go from reverse to forward just to get back to somewhere flat. We aborted the cabin mission and decided to head toward home.

We were able to stop at the convention center. We kept hoping that it would clear up, but it never did. The convention center had a dedicated plow driving up and down their long driveway so there was no trouble getting there. But getting anywhere else was dicey. Our van kept sliding whenever there was any acceleration in any direction. Turning, Going, Stopping, it was all CRAZY. The traffic in Prescott is crazy as well. We were going down the mountain, but the cars coming up were having an even tougher time. Many many cars were off the road, and there were many times that I was at the mercy of physics. My Car was going to keep going till it stopped and there was nothing I could do about it. I was along for the ride. Luckily we didn't hit anything.

Why is it that I turn the radio down when driving gets stressful?

The Ginger Bread houses were cool, but the old guys with the trains in a circle on a table were cooler. Jack's head is about table height right now and he was drawn to the trains like a moth to the flame. He did not want to leave and cried when we finally tore him away.

The hour and a half back to Phoenix took 3 hours. We went to see the lights at the Mesa Arizona Mormon temple. It was fun and beautiful. Then we went to my dad's house in Chandler. all in all we spent about 7 hours in the car that day. We got to play in the snow and then remember what it is like to drive in the snow, and be glad we live where we live. I'm telling you the summers in Tucson aren't that bad.

It was a fun day, and this is a wordy post. I'm still trying to figure out how to be less verbose. Here's a video or 2