After dinner tonight Jim and headed to FiddleSticks to play miniature golf. Sadly, when we got to FiddleSticks, we learned that it’s no longer in existence. It’s now a Christmas light company. Go figure.
On our way home we ran into a mob of people walking to the Railroad Park in Scottsdale. We saw signs for event parking and pulled over to find out what was going on. It turned out to be week three of a summer concert series. We weren’t expecting much but decided to check it out.
Somehow, this was my first time at this park. I lived in Scottsdale for three years and drove by the park easily 150 times, but never went in. I’ve always loved going to parks but had missed this one, unware of all it had to offer.
Jim had been here many times and gave me a tour when we got there. Frankly – this park is amazing: ice cream shop, museum, carosel, train rides, general store. It’s a veritable paradise for families in the area – like walking into 1950.
There were easily 400 people there for the concert, the lawn was covered with blankets and chairs and picnic baskets and there were hoards of kids and dogs. As it got darker, there was a sea of glow sticks that reminded me of being six years old at the Enka Fair.
The concert started at 7:30 and the music was great. I looked up the concert schedule and it’s a different band every Sunday night through July 4.
It was such a surprise to stumble upon such a fabulous event. Phoenix is a huge city and it can be hard to establish a real sense of community, which made the night even more pleasant.