After a long day at work I drove north to Flagstaff and Evan made me pizza for supper. I was very tired and slept poorly. The next morning we went on an adventure, driving northwest to Williams, passing by Beararizona. We did not stop. We drove down mostly deserted roads on the way to Perkinsville, stopping to look at a canyon.

Evan next to canyon. 

The road turned into a dirt road and we drove through some rather scary parts before coming out in Jerome. We parked the car and wandered through the mining town, now a tourist trap. At an antique store I tried on hats.

British Officer Homer.

 Becoming a tourist trap has saved the town from economic ruin. There isn't much else one can do with a former mining town.

Evan in Jerome.

Afterward, we traveled back in time to Tuzigoot, admiring the enormous ollas in the museum. The ruins were dug in the 1930s and are maintained by the National Park Service.

Tuzigoot. 

A herd of donkeys grazed nearby.

But Daddy, I want an ass!

We made Spanish Rice for supper and then watched the 1974 The Taking of Pelham 123, which has become one of my favorite films. The technology of 1974 seems so ridiculous today, but the subways look and sound the same. This morning we hiked down Picture Rock canyon, through which the Rio de Flag runs. It was very scenic.

Picture Rock Canyon. 

 Many large rocks have petroglyphs carved on them. We admired them. Did you know that I wrote Rock Art in Arizona?

Bow and Arrow hunter and deer.

Textile design.

Turtle or horny toad. 

I made it back to Tucson in record time, 3 hours and 50 minutes.