Today Wae-Ling Goldstein and I took a drive up to Oak Creek Canyon so she could see what was left of the autumn leaves. Of course, she fell into the creek up to her waist. Luckily I had tossed some long pants in the trunk of the car in case it was cold there. Her boots and socks were drenched, so that was the end of walking about.
I drove over to the town of Jerome, which is a ghost town teetering on the mountain cliffs. I had always wanted to take her there, but we never got around to it. We just drove through the winding switchbacks of the town.