Before I moved to Arizona about 32 years ago, I had no idea of what to expect. I imagined a constantly hot and treeless desert but that was not necessarily the case. Yes, in some places there is the heat and the sandy desert, in which one doesn’t want to be caught unprepared, but Arizona has a varying climate and captivating diversity. It is filled with both mountains and lowland deserts and many other sights in between. There are wondrous places to see and experience here. Whether looking out over and down into the distant span of the Grand Canyon or standing in the sparse yet bushy underbrush below a towering Saguaro Cactus with its many arms reaching to the sky like a large green uneven arrangement of organ pipes, the sights of Arizona can really size up one’s perspective on life. There is much history to be remembered and experienced through the shows and exhibits ranging from the shootout at the O’K Corral in Tombstone to the Titan Missile museum in Tucson. After living in Tucson for so long, I have come to appreciate the freedom and comfort of a place that is a complete opposite of such areas that experience months of cold and rainy weather. I’m not saying that it does not rain or get cold here but the frequency of such things is to a noticeable degree less. In areas that turn dark and seemingly dead under the hand of winter one has to be inside away from the cold as much as we need to stay out of the heat in the summer. The nice part is that, for the most part, things here in Tucson do not reflect a feeling of death through those times. Mount Lemon is a simple day trip, less than an hour away, and is covered with forests, majestic views over beautiful landscapes, a ski run that can be ridden in the summer, and a town that some call home known as Summerhaven. Mount Lemon and its neighbor are often capped with snow in winter. Below in Tucson it’s so mild in winter that the only time you need a jacket is at night when the sun goes down. Many people, snowbirds to the Tucsonans, come here in the winter months to avoid the cold of their other home. Maybe it is obvious that, though I still do not call Tucson my home, I prefer it over the home I grew up in and left so long ago when I joined the US Army. Pennsylvania will always be my home but I wish I could migrate like the snowbirds do. Then again, I would not be opposed to living in Hawaii, which my wife, who I met while in the Military, calls home. The weather there is pretty awesome too but it is expensive to live there. I guess I’ll stay put in Tucson and we will just take turns visiting our homes like we’ve been doing.