This view captures the entire length of the pool, although a couple of lobes extend off to the left.

Moving around to the left, this view is closer to the waterfall.

Almost the reverse view as the first picture, taken near the waterfall and looking back across the length.

A better view of the waterfall.

The dancing fountain is visible to the left of center, while the snack bar is just out of view to the right.

I had to get a picture from behind the waterfall.

Water cascades over the rock into the hot tub, which was tucked away in the rock just beyond the waterfall. If you look carefully, you can spot the entrance to the left of the waterfall in the 4th photo.

They started setting up the volleyball net at 11:30, by which time we were sufficiently pruned so decided to get out and play some cards. Picked up a couple of frozen drinks at the poolside grill (pina colada for me, mudslide for Lauri) and wandered over to the Oasis pool. It's the "quiet" pool, although there were a few kids playing in it. Played 2 games (1 win each, although I skunked Lauri. I debated whether to count a skunk as 2 wins, but decided against it, which, as it turned out later, was the right thing to do) on a table under a big patio umbrella before deciding it was nap time.

The Oasis Pool, smaller but more secluded, and the site of several cribbage games.

Back to the room for an early afternoon siesta. After nap, I perused the guidebooks looking for a suitable place for dinner. We munched on some pistachios and had a glass of wine. Selected a place called "Roaring Fork" which featured "upscale campfire fare." To me it sounded suitably southwestern in its menu. Packed up the cribbage board and headed over to the main lobby. Had the concierge make reservations for us, then we snagged a table in the well-furnished lobby and played some more. Lauri won two to my one (including a skunk), leaving the standings at 4-2.

After games it was time to get ready for dinner. We showered and changed and headed down Scottsdale Road (kind of the main N-S drag in this burg) armed with the restaurant map from the guidebook.

Which was wrong. It showed the restaurant on the E side of Scottsdale Road at Camelback. After two passes in the car yielded no restaurant, we stopped up the street at the DoubleTree to ask directions of the bellcap, who pointed us to the west side of Scottsdale Road at Chaparral, which was just a 1/2 block S of where we were. From there it was easy. Fortunately, the restaurant wasn't busy and we didn't have any problems getting seated despite our late arrival.

Roaring Fork is the name of the river that runs through Aspen, Colorado, so you might say the menu was Colorado or Rocky Mountain as opposed to Southwestern, but in their approach to food there's not enough difference between the two to matter. We had a nice--a very nice--Zinfandel (a Dashe Dry Creek Valley, I think), and Lauri started with BBQ chicken in blue corn crepes while I opted for a salad of smoked trout and baby arugula.

Lauri's entrée was a beef tenderloin medallion in a whiskey sauce with green-chile mac-and-cheese, in which the macaroni itself was made with green chiles. (In Arizona, they seem to put green chiles in nearly everything.) I had a bite: it was amazing. I ordered rack of lamb in a dijon-ancho chile glaze, served with mashed potatoes. The lamb was expertly cooked, but I was hoping for more kick from the glaze, which I didn't get. No room for dessert, especially after the 2 baskets of bread we ate when we sat down. The breads included bacon biscuits, jalapeno cornbread, and rolls, all served with chipotle-honey butter.

Stopped off at the Albertsons on the way back, replenishing Diet Coke and wine. We'd thought about a return to the pool, but for some reason we were both suddenly tired, as if we'd hit a wall. So, to bed. It was early still, but this was vacation and therefore no reason not to go to bed when sleepy.