This post features the last stretch of my trip back to Arizona. The main focus is the area around Flagstaff, which I have loved since I first saw it about twenty years ago. This area best reflects the imagery I have held in my mind since childhood when someone mentions the American West: mountains, pine trees, meadows of wild flowers blooming. Maybe it has something to do with my childhood vacations to the Black Hills of South Dakota, Estes Park in Colorado, and the Grand Tetons of Wyoming, but to this day, whenever someone mentions the Western United States I have snowcapped mountains and pine trees on my mind. So, back to point, most of these photos cover my entering the Flagstaff area, but the latter photos document my descent into desert, ending with the Black Canyon region, right before the habitat of the saguaro and ocotillo begins. Arizona is an amazingly beautiful state, and I hope you will enjoy the few photos I have here of my adopted home.
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Storm clouds shroud the San Francisco Peaks outside of Flagstaff, Arizona.
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Desert rises into mountains.
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The beginning of Flagstaff. Wildflowers hug the side of the road.
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The beginning of pine trees and beautiful green!
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There is nothing more beautiful than being on the road with pine trees surrounding you on both sides. There is a lush kind of stillness that permeates such evergreen forests. There is a calm and soothing peace, a sense of repose.
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The wildflowers bring a sense of joy and lightheartedness to the scene.
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Leaving Flagstaff and descending into desert.
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Rain hangs over the mountains in the distance while parts of the desert bask in sunlight.
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The area around Black Canyon, before the habitat of saguaro and ocotillo begins.
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A vast landscape of mountains and desert. Wide open space suggests the wealth of possibility.
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