Up at the crack of dawn and only one and a half hours later than planned since I set my alarm incorrectly. In spite of that we left by nine, right on time. Traffic was light. Always leave town on a Sunday morning, less traffic. We flew down the mountain stopping a couple of times to take some photos and again in Sante Fe for Trader Joe’s. You see I had never been to one. Pam complained it was kind of small and didn’t really have much… sheesh. She is attached to the one in Las Vegas. In spite of that I had to drag her, kicking and screaming all the way, out of the place. Then we had a tailgate lunch of cheese and bread, great olives, V-8 and the prettiest radishes I’ve ever seen and organic cookies. Yum!
We tore through and past Albuquerque and into the deep desert. The day was crystal clear, the clouds were puffy cotton balls dotting the sky and the wind was nonexistent. We made great time. Sorta. You know those pit stops! We snacked or way through the day, took a detour in Flagstaff (wrong turn, the setting sun was intense) and headed down the hundred miles mountainside into Kingman, Arizona about 9 pm. I was one road weary puppy.
The sunset was spectacular, taking its’ own sweet time completing its duty; about 2 hours. The horizon is so expansive in the open desert it lasts for what seems like ever. Brilliant red, I didn’t get a single photo, too tired to stop. I’m hopping every night will bring one equally attractive.
Off to Chloride in a few hours with highschool friend, Tom Blum, to capture some yard art and the amazing and refurbished Rock Paintings.
And… to my amazement I didn’t get a single good photo with the real camera, only those from the phone which are posted on Facebook.