For all the wonderful things that Scottsdale has to offer, it still lacks one very crucial element: fall.
Lucky for me, there’s an escape just a couple hours north in a little ski town known as Flagstaff. Andrew and I first ventured up there about a year ago and immediately fell in love. One minute you’re driving through barren desert, the next you’re swerving up snow-capped mountains bursting with vibrant autumnal colors. It’s truly a sight to behold and as the temperature quickly drops by the dozens, you can’t help but to feel like you’re being transported to an entirely different world, let alone the same state.
This time around, Andrew and I decided to make our stay at the charmingly haunted Hotel Monte Vista a two-nighter as opposed to just a one so we could check off all the things we couldn’t get to last October, including horseback riding through the hills. On the morning of our ride, the sun was high and the air was cool and crisp. The weather was everything my scarf-obsessed self imagined it would be and more, but to be completely honest, it was the silence I loved most. As we trekked along path, the only thing you could hear were leaves crunching beneath hooves, occasionally interrupted by a slight breeze. It was, without a doubt, one of the most serene moments in my life.
The remainder of our days was filled with walks around town in pursuit of coffee, ending with delicious dinners both here and here, as well as a nightcap at Rendezvous. Of course, our trip wouldn’t be complete without breakfast at Macy’s, which we hit right before heading back to the valley.
While fall has always been my favorite season, it’s the memories that stem from this time of year that matter most. Flagstaff happens to be chock full of them. I’ve already started counting down the days until our third visit in January over my birthday weekend. Time to dig out the snow pants!