Yesterday I was on the road again (sung to the key of Willie Nelson) for work. I headed north to Flagstaff and then took the scenic route back to Phoenix, winding my way through Oak Creek Canyon and Sedona.
It was a beautiful day.
Ah yes, Flagstaff. Poverty with a view, as Rolling Stone once described it. I love this little hippie town.
The red rocks of Sedona never seem to bore me. I know, I know. I keep going on about the beauty of Arizona. I’ll stop at some point. Promise.
Just not today.
Tell me this doesn’t remind you of an old Western? John Wayne should be galloping by at any moment.
This post brought to you by the AfricanKelli Arizona Tourism Board. “Arizona, where the natives are crazy, but love that dry heat.”