No, really, that is me a few days ago, and I was indeed standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, after getting some gas. See, I took a different route back to San Diego from New Mexico.
And I got some great photos. No, that isn’t the weird holes in the desert I was talking about, although you can see a few of them around that big hole.
We had some fun decorating cookies, because not only did one of my daughters start nursing college, the other one had a birthday.
Now, those are the weird holes I was talking about. There were thousands of them, in these cool sandstone formations at a rest area near Winslow. I plan to do some posts about them later, and maybe Photoshop some weird stuff with them.
Tell me that isn’t a lonely snowman.
And tell me that T-Rex in Gila Bend isn’t upset about the soaring gasoline prices. Just so you know, Gila is pronounced ‘heella’, like in the gilla monsters.
See, wild asses… or are they donkeys… or burros???… near Phoenix.
Yup, yet another lonely snowman.
Fun with cacti? You bet.
Wait… is the whole mountain private property? Flagstaff Arizona, where I stayed the night.
Arizona, the land of the big sky and the big cacti.