Early day settlers Corydon E. Cooley and Marion Clark had been neighbors for a short time, living among the lush, green ponderosa forestland along Arizona’s Mogollon Rim. The two became concerned about one encroaching on the other’s privacy. Perhaps on a clear day one could see a wisp of smoke rising from other’s country. Whatever the reason Cooley and Clark agreed it was getting too crowded and one of the two parties had to move.

Downtown Prescott oozes charm. A network of 100-year-old brick buildings frame the the Yavapai County Courthouse at the center of town. Growing up there, the grassy park surrounding the Back to the Future-like edifice was a hub of tourists and town folk alike (and still is today). Droves turned out for art shows, pint-sized parades and Christmas carolers. An eclectic, steady stream of cowboys and city slickers filtered into saloons along the infamous Whiskey Row…

Fast forward a couple decades. The rolling green hills that led into town have been swallowed by a sea of corporate logos. Home Depot, Cracker Barrell, In-and-Out and Westcor now welcome drivers into the city.