Well, folks. The trip started out with enough adrenaline-derived stress to jump-start a standing bull. Pictures of the newly-cleaned house will attest to that -- I spent the last days of hotness in Tucson sweating it out in the company of my good friends Windex, Swiffer, and Paper Towel. Ahhh. . . what a time we had!
But, the last day arrived and the skies opened up on the highway to Flagstaff, showing me all kinds of clouds and majesty as I talked on the phone, drove, and tried to take photos all at the same time without killing myself or anyone else.
