This trip is turning out to be a little different than I though it would be, although I am learning, little by little, to make the adjustments needed to solve some of the problems.
The glorious parts of these trips is the scenery – seemingly unending beauty, and in great variety.
Today, about midday, on I-40 west of Flagstaff, AZ, I looked to my left (which would be north) and was transfixed. Not a startling or surprising sight – just a row of very eroded mesas, on the horizon about maybe 25-30 miles across a very flat scrubland. They weren’t very tall, but stood out in the flatness.
They were lit by the sun in such a way as to give them a pastel blue and pink glow. And they really did glow. But there’s more: there were small, puffy cumulus clouds above them, and they, also lit by the sun, also displayed a pastel glow. It was a fantasy landscape, out in the middle of nowhere, and I got to be part of it.
The nice thing about the West – I watched the show for nearly an hour, as I drove. The sun changed some, as did the clouds, but it stayed enchanting. That was a nice thing today.
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