We were camped in a narrow corridor of black cliffs that actually felt like a box, but it hardly felt claustrophobic. A whisper of breeze carried the...
The southernmost miles of the Beeline Highway are uninspiring. A miasma of power lines intersect overhead. An active mining operation hacks into the...
Like so many small-town businessmen in the Wild West, the founding fathers of Prescott figured the road to success was a railroad. The first was the...