travel arizona


If you breath on a creosote bush, it will bring out the smell of the desert in the rain. Climbing up Hayden Butte Reservation in Tempe, Arizona, as the sun began to slip below the mountains and washed the red rocks in a shade of rose, I stopped beside its dry branches along the path to let out a yoga dragon breath. Inhaling deeply, I was struck by the scent of summer rain, drenched over the desert. The last time I was in state forty eight, a common (and very clever) Arizonian tagline, I was fifteen and quickly falling in…