Before the 4th of July, I sent a quick text to a few of my friends in northern Arizona. All of them were either working or out of town, but one of my friends asked why I was asking. So I took the opportunity to note that Phoenix was hot as heck and I wanted to get out of there. So he invited me (and whoever else I could get to come with me) up to Pinetop for the long weekend.
It was a beautiful weekend filled with thrift shopping, western clothes, driving through the forest in the rain late at night blaring our favorite electronic music, biking on the wrong side of a barbed wire fence, impromptu hiking before church, cooking good food, eating good food, playing guitar and trying to keep tempo, singing with hoarse and tired voices, praying and thanking God for friendships like ours, sharing emotions and celebrating life.
