You know how "old people" you met growing up would wax nostalgic about certain places and times? How they would sigh and say something like, "You shoulda seen it back in the day...you should have seen it back then...It was unbelievably wonderful...you have no idea."
And how that just annoyed you to no end?
Well, you've been warned...
My stepfather was a realtor in the Phoenix area in the late 60s. He met and married my mother around 1970. Then, shortly after, out of the blue, he took a job as a sales rep at the then new development, The Village of Oak Creek, 8 miles south of Sedona. We moved up there in 1972.
There was nothing there. My siblings and I were mad as hell! We were "city kids"! What were we going to do for fun in the Verde Valley?!!!!
I'll tell you what we did.
We ran cross country in the National Forest for hours on end, never seeing another person. We skinny-dipped in Beaver Creek. We climbed to the very top of Bell Rock. We looked at the Milky Way every night...drove on the back roads using only the light of the moon. (Funny story: After moving up there, I kept seeing this "white cloud" in the non-light-polluted night sky EVERY NIGHT and I asked my new friends what it was..."It's the Milky Way, you idiot.") Pristine high desert beauty and, no joke, the best weather on the planet. Warm but not uncomfortably hot in the summer; terrific "monsoon" thunderstorms nearly every afternoon in late summer. Crisp fall colors in Oak Creek Canyon, just a touch of snow in Winter...snow on the red rocks? Oh my...like powdered sugar.
My family finally sold off the last property there about 5 years ago.
I can't go back any more. The development and overload of tourists breaks my heart. But I don't fault people who still move and visit there...my family was just like them, just a lot longer ago. Yeah, it had problems like any small town...my stepfather battled with the bottle...there were teenager problems...(back then it was beer and pot)...but...I am so grateful I had the time there when it was relatively untouched.
It's about the only experience of a place that I feel qualified to crow about.
Sigh...
You have no idea.
P.S. That's me with a can in my hand by the post. We were building our first house at the time.