We left the Valley of the Sun the end of May and headed north to Flagstaff. The town of Flagstaff is at an elevation of 7,000 feet. The air is thin, the temps are cool, and the scenery is magnificent. We caught up with old friends from Tulsa, now living in Flag, and set out on a week-long adventure.
America's most vertical city, was once known as the wickedest city in the west.
The drive from Phoenix to Flagstaff was the first time we had the truck, with the trailer attached, out on the highway since having the death wobble repaired. Despite consort assuring me there would be no problems, I think it's safe to say we were both jittery. We drove to Flagstaff on a Saturday morning. The traffic was heavy forcing us to drive at a slower rate of speed than we do normally. That alone alleviated a good deal of my nervousness. Thankfully, the drive was uneventful. There were several instances of rough roadway that should have sparked the death wobble, but nothing occurred. We are cautiously optimistic that the problem is finally resolved.
Pictures from Jerome. Loved the sign in the liquor store!
The commodes... toss a penny, make a wish?
Grand Canyon, Duck on a Rock
We had a great time with our friends in Flag. The week flew by much too fast. Although the sightseeing was grand, the time spent with old friends was priceless. As our week came to an end, we once again stowed our various and sundry belongings and began checking maps for a route to our next destination. Our friends were getting ready for a trip in their new fifth wheel. They were heading out to California and Napa Valley to tour the wine country. We plan to spend time on the road with them in our future travels.
Consort washing dishes in appreciation of a home-cooked meal.
Kitty gets a new hat.
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