Author: Steve

Next day. South again. Through the high Arizona desert. Climb the hill
past Sunset Crater. Topping out at Flagstaff. Seven thousand feet. Down
Interstate 17. Downhill to Phoenix. Pioneer RV Resort on the north side.
Seventy-five degrees. Just right. Called brother David. He is here in Phoenix working on his property. We
got to spend the evening with David and Nina. Nice visit. Caught a desert
sunset. It’s a very birdy place here. There are a few birds around where we’re
parked. But a five minute walk away, in the arroyo, is a garden. A garden
of native plants. And native birds. Doves by the hundreds. Inca doves are
quiet when they take off. Mourning doves’ wings chirp when they fly off.
Hundreds of Gamble’s quail with their little thundering wings when they
flush. Hummingbirds. Ravens. A curve-billed thrasher. Goldfinches.
Cactus Wrens. White-crowned sparrows. Cardinals. A canyon towhee.

Found a guy to wash and wax the Bounder. Here it is, all cleaned up,
shining in the sun.

Grand Junction was nice but it was only 55 degrees. We’re searching for 75.
South. Down the eastern border of Utah. Past David’s turnoffs to his
favorite hiking places. Past Tom’s Wilson Arch. Past the campground at
Monument Valley. Stopped for the night at Tuba City. Fifty-five degrees.
A clear starry night.

The morning fog over the lake at the Colorado River State Park. It was foggy all along the river and clear everywhere else. We drove in and
out of the fog as we crossed back and forth over the river.

Leaving Colorado.