Hi there. Pretty new here, but also new to Arizona. It's a hellscape, yeah, but I personally think it's not too bad. Came here a year or so ago, and some notes are:

1. It is a dry heat.
2. The people here are usually the nicer kind of redneck if they must be one, but that may just be me being white.
3. I have not met a single person who didn't live within a couple dozen miles of either Phoenix or Tuscon. Out of those who live here, of course.
4. The national parks are pretty beautiful at the right time.

  Now for the weird shit.

  Just under a year ago, around November, my (now) girlfriend and I went out camping up at White Tank Regional Park. Not at any of the prespecified areas; nooooo, we were too confident for that. We were gonna have a friend drop us off with some gear in two backpacks, and pick us back up later. We were gonna stay for about a week, tops, so we had

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they told us stories from Jesus’ day

they gave us cookies and Kool-aid punch

the cookies were made with palm kernel oil

they tasted a little like coconut cake

and the punch was red and it tasted red

and the church had a janitor whose name was Levi

and he used to sing really loudly at times

amazing grace how sweet the sound

and we sat in a room where the floor was white

and pretended to