I grew up in Dover and I like to know there’s always water somewhere close by. It doesn’t need to be much; a hefty puddle would probably do it most days, but being here in Scottsdale, I was accepting of the fact we’d have to travel pretty far to see any wet stuff being in the desert ‘n’ all that.
After some late night Insta-searchin’ though, we found Saguaro Lake, less than a 40 minute drive away (which when you’re in America, feels about half of that) so last Sunday we threw some essentials in the boot (a ball for Milo, apples for Milo, more stuff for Milo) and headed to nearby Mesa to check it out.
For starters, the scenery on the way there is incredible; you feel like you’re in cowboy country. Cacti aren’t exactly hard to come by in Scottsdale (there’s about 37 in our garden alone) but the mountains and barren, dusty expanse is breathtaking. We also saw a particularly jazzy car (photo included). And then the craziest of all; a swift turn to the left amongst all the nothingness led us to a MAHOUSIVE lake. A lake with a marina, with boats, with beautiful rolling hills and more bro’s than you could throw red plastic cups and baseball caps at.
It’s quite comforting to know that as well the beautiful scenery we’re now accustomed to on our visits over here; there’s a whole other (less dusty) side to the area. We’ll probably be heading here a few more times; there are steps Greg can run hills on as part of his training, while Milo and I can pack the bucket and spade for an afternoon of digging. Like most mums, I’m always trying to make sure even at this age, the days for Milo are full of new experiences and surroundings. And while finding hidden treasures and landscapes are fun for us, it’s even better to see it through the eyes of an 18 month old.