When we left the game between the Brewers and the Angels, the score was tied at 0, but the Angels went on to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory… so to speak.
After we recovered from near heat stroke, we drove up to Sedona for dinner. Incredible red cliffs, beautiful place, becoming too commercialized.
The next morning we got up early and drove to the Casa Grande Ruins, about an hour south of Phoenix and on the way to Tucson. The building is a four-storey mud house built around 1350. The canopy was built around 1930 to protect it from rain, but vandals were a greater threat than the weather.
The game that afternoon was in Tucson at a nice little park shared by the Diamondbacks and Chicago White Sox. The hot dogs were good and cost half what they did at the Tempe stadium. It was the 17th of March and the Sox wore green hats in honor of St Paddy.
Lots of fun, and even though it was just as hot as the day before, we were fine. Hot and sweaty, but fine. We think it was due to the cloud cover so that we were never in direct sun.
There was an airshow at the nearby base which was a bit of a distraction, but in a good way.