We spent the past few days in a cabin in Prescott (pronounced Preskit to Arizona people). We were there for a Trails Conference, which Aunt Annie helped organize. Since it was work related, lots of people Aunt Annie knew and worked with were there. And they all remarked at the similiarities between Aunt Annie and I (wow, are you twins? you must be related. I did a double-take. I tried to get your attention.) It has been a while since either of us have heard that. The drive home was a bit long, due to a slight detour. A very pretty detour through the mountains and past Jerome, Arizona. But we would have preferred the speed of the Interstate.