I spent the weekend in Flagstaff.
On the drive north.
Once I arrived, I noted that Flagstaff was much cooler than Tucson. I had to put a hat on!
On Saturday we wandered through the woods. I did not see any of the mythical elk.
Evan and Homer.
My buzzed head reflected the light.
In the woods.
Prairie Dog!
We shopped at a nice produce store and I purchased rhubarb and strawberries. That night I made a pie. Evan had never had rhubarb before.
On Sunday, we went on a long drive. I saw an outcropping of rocks and suspected that there might be a site there. Sure enough, we saw a pit structure depression and several rock-lined rooms. Scattered about were many sherds.
Pretty sherds.
Prickly pear cactus flower.
It always amazes me how many archaeological sites are scattered about near Flagstaff.
Evan at the site.
We traveled to Flagstaff. I saw a lovely piece of art.
Photo mural.
Many sheep were scattered around the Native American boy.
Close-up.
That afternoon, I made a quiche, which Evan liked.
Quiche.
He helped me make a cake.
Yellow cake with chocolate fudge frosting.
I returned to hot-as-heck Tucson and found that the cats had puked everywhere. Yuck.