A blooming prickly pear growing on a cactus paddle. Photo by Donna Turner Ruhlman
Mom took the whole family on a trip to canyon country all of last week and I'm just getting back up and running (family vacations really take it out of you). Flew into Vegas for one night, Donna and the kids had never been—and I still think the place is a vision of the end of the world, and 24 hours in Vegas is 21 hours too long (kids loved
Cirque de Soleil Mystere, and I love the civilized oasis of
Bouchon in the
Venetian).
At our last stop,
Sedona, AZ, they had a continual supply of crisp, cool beverages made from the prickly pear, and on our last day we took a Pink Jeep, bone-rattling, ...
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