Jerome, Arizona, sits on the edge of a hill, up in the cooler mountains. An old mining town, now a haven for artists and tourists.
The winding road up to the town invites vehicles of many styles and makes.
Ruins are holding together with faith and memories of different days.
A stop at the ice-cream parlor is a must.
Oma and Opa still have some cool in them.
Andrew and Emma feel the wind in their hair.
Oma's ice-cream went ker-plunk to the ground and Emma wondered how that was possible.