If you think of Arizona, what comes to mind? Heat? Desert? Cacti? The Phoenix Suns?
We had similar expectations of Arizona and were expecting lots of hot desert riding. But as we climbed on Route 66 towards Flagstaff we were surprised to see forests and grassland. The leaves were changing colour and the night time temperature was dropping below zero. It was the first sign of fall that we’ve seen so far.
We ended up staying with our friends John and Vicki in Flagstaff longer than originally planned, enjoying the surroundings and catching up on rest. Flagstaff is a small university town up in the mountains and has an exciting feel.
John and Vicki were wonderful hosts (as always) and we had a great time with them. The best part was that Vicki loves to cook … and we love to eat!
Our first stop was the Grand Canyon. We decided to go for a day hike with John, so we headed about halfway from the rim to the river. Both Jenn and I were blown away with the scenery. It’s so much larger and prettier than either of us could have imagined.
John and us at Plateau Point