Corona de Tucson
January 1, 2023
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| Thrusday (12/29) morning sunrise |
New Year's Eve morning, Joe and I headed north to Tucson for brunch. Hotel Congress was our...um, my choice...mainly because we haven't been there.
The hotel was built in 1919. There have been lots of renovations and updates, but one thing you will not find are televisions in any of the 40 rooms. Maintaining the original ambiance with iron bed frames, vintage radios, and 1930s style rotary phones that connect to a real switchboard at the front desk are just a few of the reminders of days gone by. In an effort to modernize, air conditioning, wiring, and plumbing have been upgraded thru the years. Also, the walls in each room have been adorned with one-of-a-kind paintings (mostly from local artists). Unfortunately, you have to be an over night guest to go upstairs.
Downstairs, the colorful walls and gorgeous terra cotta floor tiles (original tiles...100+ years old) are the backdrop for all the comings and goings. The Southwestern designs in the Lobby were painted by Larry Boyce. Boyce arrived in the spring of 1986 offering to decorate the lobby for a place to park his bike. It is documented that Boyce rode his bike from the Bay-area to Tucson and that he traveled over 250,000 miles on his bike in his lifetime...leaving beautiful murals all along the way. He completed his work at the hotel in the spring of 1989.
These days, Cup Cafe serves breakfast, lunch and dinner seven days a week...even on holidays...with dining inside or on the patio. The breakfast menu offers a variety of choices from poached eggs in a personal size cast iron skillet with ham, Gruyere cheese, cream and herbs served with hotel potatoes to Trout Benedict with smoked trout, poached eggs, hollandaise and served with "dressed" mixed greens. Joe had quiche of the day with "dressed" mixed greens and I had an omelet with hotel potatoes. Both were yummy...but next time I'm definitely going for the personal size cast iron skillet after seeing one float by our table.
Week-ends feature a Bloody Mary bar. I later read that reservations can be made, but we only had a 10 minute or so wait...just enough time to explore and get photos.
We are not night folks, but if we were, The Tap Room pours up draft beer and cocktails nightly. It's cozy and well decorated with the work of cowboy artist, Pete Martinez who enjoyed drinking at this bar in the 30s and 40s with Lee Marvin.
The wrought iron saloon doors to enter the Tap Room were closed, but one of his painting at the entrance caught my eye...Dance of Death. His work was featured in exhibits all over the country. Eventually he and his wife retired in Tucson and Hotel Congress holds the largest collection of his original work.
One of the displays was dated nails. The date was stamped on the nail head. For example, a nail with "41" would have been from 1941. They were usually 2 1/2 " long, made of steel and used for railroad ties.
I would love to have a set of these old dishes from one of the earlier passenger trains.
According to the history, Southern Pacific Railroad arrived in Tucson in March 1880. And for the first time, this small community of 7,000 people had reliable access to the rest of the country. Before that, a trip from Yuma to Tucson took 4 days.
Back at the oasis, it was a quiet week. I read that the days between December 27-30 are often called Twixmas. It is described as a time when life seems to slow down a little and everyone takes a deep breath...a time to recharge our batteries before we welcome another year. I guess that really only applies to folks who work. It is nice to spend most days taking deep breaths and moving at a snails pace if that's what we want to do. In "betwixt" the first of the week and the end of the week, we had a nice, lazy rainy day doing absolutely nothing. I do find it hard to get motivated to do anything on dreary days. About 5:30 pm I looked out the kitchen window...The clouds were thick and dark with just a little glimmer of a sunset.
Same day and time, this is what I saw in the backyard. The little glimmer of sunset cast a pretty pink color on the clouds and hid the peaks on the Rincon Mts.
I'm not sure where my burst of energy came from on Thursday, but I actually cleaned out the refrigerator and freezer, cleaned the refrigerator and freezer, polished all the kitchen appliances and gave myself a pat on the back. Joe spent time working on a leather belt.
a place to perch.
I think this little guy was lost...
We have seen lots of Mourning Doves the past few weeks.
And the Cactus Wrens still put a smile on our face...they can run pretty fast.
The violas have seed pods. I think that is so cool...the seeds are so tiny.
The wild Globe Mallow on the other side of the fence is full of color.
And the skies continue to "wow" us.
The Empowered Woman...a gigantic mural painted on the side of One Fifth Avenue Apartments at the corner of Fifth Ave and Congress Street...was completed in 2022 and added to the list of over 100 murals around Tucson. It is most impressive!
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| Heading home from town... |
