The final destinations on the tour were the flagstone quarries north of town. We
crossed the tracks and headed for the White Elephant, Geronimo and Santa
Cruz. As I glanced back at Ash Fork nestled amid green leaves and blossoms of
spring, I began to see beauty in G.B.'s beloved woebegon little town.
A few hours later at the Santa Cruz quarry, G.B. proposed marriage to me. I
accepted, and soon after, London, Ludwig and I followed G.B., who was towing a
pink travel trailer, one hundred fifty miles south into the low desert north of
Phoenix, where I could paint.
G.B. Madison
The Wild Ol' Okie Boy
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