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.)
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.
You know we love our roadside signs. This is probably my favorite public health sign I've seen in awhile.
Not as flat as Florida. But flat enough at 6,000+/- feet. (You can see some mesas in the distance on the right.)
We saw several of these stores just down the road from a state rest area.
"It's sedimentary, my dear Watson." (not at all sorry for that)
We're struck by how blue the sky is here!
"Dog is my co-pilot."
Still life with surgical masks.
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!!
Not even three minutes into the room and already the Meep is overseeing her domain. (We haven't even removed the luggage cart!)