Quiet History Among the Pines Some days I just want to take a drive down the winding roads snaking throughout Prescott, Arizona and get back to nature. Sometimes, I have dreams about driving the cliff face roads down White Spar or a I’ll “accidentally” get lost just so I can enjoy the stretching valley vistas…
When most people think of Saturday nights in Prescott, Arizona, they usually think of the saloons and crowds of Whiskey Row, of swaggering bachelor parties, the haze of cigarettes and whatever they’re vaping, and another cover band playing “Mustang Sally” again. However, on this particular Saturday night, I am just a little further down Gurley…