Stopped off in the hillside city of Jerome in the evening, which none of these photos can possibly do justice to (plus, it was already dusk when we arrived). In person, it’s stunning, houses sticking to the tops of narrow ridges and terraced up near cliffs. But everything seemed closed, until at last we found one long building sticking out over the valley, lit up and with people outside. Asking for a recommendation on a restaurant in town, we were instead invited into a benefit potluck (we never found out for what exactly). Here, it seems, was the entire town, all engaged in in a raffle that seemed to ensure that everyone gave somnething they’d made to someone else the probably knew anyway.
The next day, in Prescott, we heard the following story about Jerome from the girl at a natural foods place called the Honey Man (which was generally awesome): Originally a mining town, then some kind of hippie retreat that got buy selling pot to travelers in the 60s or 70s, basically the entire town got arrested on drug charges. Since arresting an entire town is a pretty terrible prospect, they were, instead, put back to work on community service in their own homes, building the retaining walls, winding roads, and terraces that make up the town today.