I'm amazed that I've been living in Arizona for a year--or will have in a few more weeks. I'd never had that much interest in the place. Then, poof, I'm here. Suddenly I have a house and worry about mule deer eating my young ash trees. But here I am. I gradually figured out my way around town and can honestly say I haven't been lost in months. All in all, things worked out well.
Trout fishing isn't what it was in Colorado. Still, I'm not worrying about slipping on ice. I always had at least one bad fall on ice each winter and feared when I'd break something. Now I worry more about snakebite--13 different species of rattlesnake and no waiting in the nearby desert.
So, maybe I'll resume my quest to find haunted hotels in the coming months. I'm sure the ghosts would appreciate a cool glass of lemonade as much as I do. I never touched the stuff in Colorado. Now, I've grown quite fond of it.