A Little Place Called Hope...

Hope, AZ

This last month I took a long road trip and decided to avoid the interstate freeways whenever possible.   And, as the famous poem "The Road Not Taken" states, 

					"I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

And it really did.  

Unlike the interstate freeways, (which tend to be very boring), you get to experience each hill of the two lane road.   You get to go through each little town along the way.  You get to see and feel just how beautiful and peaceful the desert really is.  

And, you get to discover places you never knew where there and have kept their charm.  No massive freeway exits, no corporate restaurants, no massive gas stations... not much corporate anything...if any corporate business at all.

Heading east in Arizona, I took Highway 72 to 60, and driving through the desert, discovered a little town called Hope.     

Just a few buildings & houses, a small gas station and tiny church called "The Little Church of Hope", the teeny-tiny town had a special charm all its own.  

It was also very quiet.  No cars, no planes overhead, no traffic, no background noise.  Something we city people don't get to experience very often.  

The people of Hope also have a sense of humor, which I very much enjoyed.  For upon leaving the tiny town of Hope,  there was this sign along the side of the road:



Hey, we all need a little Hope now and then...