Day 10: Santa Fe, NM - Scottsdale, AZ. 535 miles

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Today we dropped from 7977 feet to a little over 1200 feet, most of that drop around sunset over a 17-mile stretch of road. 

This image: Joe and I have very different ideas of what's good road food. We're told Woody Harrelson likes Twinkies better.  (If like me, you aren't among the cognoscenti, it's a Zombieland reference.)

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A little Papi walk in Santa Fe before leaving. Joe hadn't noticed the juxtaposition of messages till he was getting ready to drive away.

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You know we love our roadside signs. This is probably my favorite public health sign I've seen in awhile.

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Not as flat as Florida. But flat enough at 6,000+/- feet. (You can see some mesas in the distance on the right.)

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We saw several of these stores just down the road from a state rest area.

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"It's sedimentary, my dear Watson." (not at all sorry for that)

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We're struck by how blue the sky is here!

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"Dog is my co-pilot."

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Still life with surgical masks.

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Arrival, Scottsdale. Joe: "I'm so proud of myself - I parked within 1/8" of the concrete post in the garage. Imagines Di is thinking, "Why do guys care so much about things like this?" Di: "We need to wash the car today -- some of the salt on it came from Cape frickin' Cod!!

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Not even three minutes into the room and already the Meep is overseeing her domain. (We haven't even removed the luggage cart!)

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