Mission del San Xavier del Bac, and finding old friends

The tail is off screen to the right. We are not amused.

The Mission del San Xavier del Bac

We looked carefully for the ghost. He was not amused.

This mission served, and still serves, the Tohono O'odham nation, and is on their land.
I dig churches. 










Bac (say "bock") is the non-native name for the village of Wa:k.  

Hugh and I were just alike, only different. We were younger than our classmates (ten), both smart, both weird. He was sassy and irreverent, and saw things the way they most likely were. I saw them the way I was told to see them.
We both went somewhere else after that year. I found him last month on Facebook, and he is so funny and fabulous that I am mourning the years we weren't friends. He would have been an excellent influence on me. I would have a fashion sense. 
Please read When I Learned to Sing today. 
  

Holy Dove! Chapel, Flagstaff

Annie and I decided to do a mini-reboot, which requires more organic produce than is available at the General Store in Grand Canyon Village (none). So, we toddled back to Flagstaff, that toddling town. We also stocked up on the most crucial personal hygiene product: clumping litter. Even got some for the cats.

I am naturally clumpy.

Up 180, just out of Flagstaff, is a little building called Chapel of the Holy Dove.

Cute, no? And, how 'bout that church!

Check out the gap under the door. When we arrived, Bibles and literature were scattered around like a bad day at the Kingdom Hall. Annie started picking them up, which made me feel guilty, so I helped.

What's one more sermon from Annie?

All over the walls are inscribed sacred graffiti, like PRAY FOR UNCLE JIMMY. I guess that makes them prayer walls. I wish they were updated more often. For example: THANKS EVERYONE. UNCLE JIMMY RECOVERED! so we could stop getting filtered to God's spam folder.

Can't you feel the snark? Place Prayer Requests HERE, not the walls, you Philistines.

It was the Holy Dove's day off. Meet Sacred Raven.

Department of What Passes for Excitement: we had neighbors last night, for real. These people asked if we minded, told us they would only stay for one night, and wouldn't make noise. Plus, they were European, so we felt like ambassadors. See how friendly we can be, when provoked? I didn't even consider using my ocarina, which is classified by the ATF as an assault weapon.

I'm getting itchy to see the North Rim. What say you?