For most of my hike up North Mountain the sky was overcast. I appreciated that more and more as I huffed and puffed up the trail, and wondered what it would be like to do so with the sun beating down relentlessly. As I descended with the aid of gravity and passed this solitary cactus sentinel, however, a patch of blue sky appeared on the western horizon.
All around is the vastness of Phoenix, which stretches out into infinity until its contours are lost in a kind of smudgy haze. North Mountain is a welcome respite from the urban and suburban sprawl.
Last night we hung out at the Rhythm Room, a legendary Phoenix blues rock club. It is found in a somewhat marginal part of the sprawling Phoenix metroplex, just down the street from a funeral home and a Native American joint where you can get enormous fried bread tacos that position you nicely for the beers of the evening.
Rather than its normal offering of blues, last night the RR was featuring an eclectic mix of acts that ran the gamut from folk to abstract emo to these guys, who did a very credible job covering some power rock classics from Creedence, Hendrix, and Stevie Ray Vaughn.
It’s fun to experience a live music venue in a new city, even if not every act is to your liking.