Day 34

We crossed the Rio Grande River leaving Albuquerque. A couple of hours later we entered Arizona. We are avid readers of Hillerman novels and the scenery proved to be as he describes. The dirt roads and washes that people drive down, the individual homes far apart from each other was readily recognizable.

Every few miles there were 'Indian' trading posts selling everything from knives and pottery to 'authentic' rugs, blankets and jewelry. Upon closer inspection the inventory is usually half locally made and half 'made in china.'

We are spending the night in Flagstaff, about 1000 feet higher than Albuquerque. A nearby peak is over 12 ,000 feet, with snow on top. It is supposed to get down to 25 degrees tonight! Brrr.