Only a 100 miles from the Phoenix metropolis, the journey to Tucson was both a logical one to make, as well as an enjoyable one. Even if I keep wanting to spell the name of the city wrong (something about Tucson and Tuscon, ugh. But Tucson is the correct answer, kids. P.S. Stay in school).

We couldn't get to a sign without getting killed, but I figured a Post Office would serve the same job.	Downtown Tempe. If you follow this street (Congress St.) far enough, well, you see more stuff.	Hail Mary, full of grace videos, the Lord is with thee... Amen.
Okay, I'm guessing the guys who put up signs get bored at work, just like the rest of us...	... but that aside, they're telling the truth -- it's a mountain!	The prelude to an overcrossing is also quite decorative. No boring beige here, no sir!