Too Cold, Too Wet, Too Windy

Once again my best laid plans ganged agley (you figure it out).

Our destination yesterday was Jerome, Arizona, official Ghost Town, located high in the hills.  When we left Cottonwood the sun was shining, there was a breeze and the temperature was in the high 50s.  By the time we negotiated the twists and turns of Hwy. 89A it was raining, the wind was blowing and the temperature was 45 degrees.  Denny had left without a windbreaker, the wind was strong enough at times to turn an umbrella inside out and the state park/museum which we planned to explore was closed with no explanation.  Dang!  We thought about wandering around the shops of town, but stepping outside the truck into that weather changed our minds quickly.

I changed the camera setting to sepia for today's picture, taken from inside the truck as we approached Jerome.  The streets are steep, winding and narrow, which is not a lot of fun in a ton and a half dually truck but the town is well worth visiting on a nice day.  The shops and homes cling precariously to the hillsides, although some of the buildings have slid down over the years.  The town itself is more of an artists' enclave these days and many buildings are closed or abandoned but it's still a funky little place to wander around and people watch.  

On a warm sunny day, that is.