Mystic Wagon — Prescott, Jerome, Sedona and Fort Verde, AZ
Most of what I know about the southwest, I learned from watching The Bugs Bunny Road Runner Hour as a kid. Who am I kidding, more like as an adult. Strange how much of it holds up to my first-hand impression as I traveled from the blight that is Vegas to the cool elevations of Prescott, AZ (pronounced Preskit under penalty of being branded a soft-knuckled tourist). 
Once the capital of the Arizona territory, Prescott is home to the infamous Whiskey Row, which took an overdue and much welcomed toll on this weary traveler. From there it was a windy road to the hillside mining town of Jerome and the bar stool of the newest Destee-Nation member, The Mile High Grill and Inn. If you’re ever there, stop in and say hello to Jet. She’s groovy.
The next day it was north through the valley to the towering red rocks of Sedona, where crystal merchants and ancient vortexes scheme against the non-believers. I wasn’t in town five minutes before that mystic wagon welcomed me. Read on…
