I was very happy to spend some time this past week, in the “West’s Most Western Town”.
Scottsdale, Arizona was abundantly sunny with daily temps around 84 degrees, a nice escape from the gnarly grip of the everlasting winter we are experiencing in Chicago. There is something about the dry, desert air that suits me and I’ve ventured back to visit a few times.
To be able to wake up in the morning and take a walk before breakfast, donning only shorts and a t-shirt was heavenly.
Each morning in the shadow of Camelback mountain, I enjoyed the early warmth of the rising sun.
Camelback mountain derives it’s name from it’s shape, which resembles the hump and head of a kneeling camel.
As I walk and stare at the mountain, I think about this big, noble, resting stone camel. Camels remind me of journeys and deserts, patience and stamina. I think about how camels guide travelers through expeditions, conserving water and energy while transporting cargo through the unknown. They are sometimes referred to as “the ship of the desert”, opening up connections and commerce in unforgiving environments.
I can’t help wondering about the symbolism of the camel resting beside this desert town, it is kind of comforting to imagine a protective dromedary retired alongside Scottsdale.