Flagstaff

Well, I'm back at the Station, now. Keith and I rolled into town around four o'clock (we gained an hour), unloaded our snazzy new Lazy-Boy and a box full of our Grandma's pickles, jam, and peach butter, and then went over to finish getting moved out of my old apartment. Everyone who lives near my grandparents knows how to enable the security on their wireless routers, so this is a couple of days' worth, here.


Hiking near Aunt Wendy, Jake, and Sam's house in Boulder.


Wild iris.




Scout.


The Pearl Street Mall.


Papa's garden.


Garlic.


That honey pot/shoe looking thing on Utah's highway signs.




Monument Valley.


Those are our peaks, there.

So, good trip. Keith and I are headed back down to Phoenix tomorrow, we'll do some laundry and some errands, and then head to Granny's and to Alpine with our family on Wednesday. I'm not going to bring my computer, I'll forget to take pictures, and if there's any cell phone reception at all, I won't know it. I'll catch up with you in a week or so, world.