In Flagstaff, Evan took me twice to go see elk.
























Evan as a 1970s cop.

We looked everywhere.




















I even looked inside a tree.

And of course, we didn't find any.



















I did see some elk poop.

We came across a few prehistoric sites in the middle of nowheres.




















We carefully put the sherds back after looking at them.

It was a very lovely weekend, even though I didn't see a single elk.