We got out of the rain in a Motel 6 in Flagstaff. In the morning there were some snow capped peaks.
We got on highway 180 traveling NW. A beautiful drive on old rout 66. There were groves of Ponderosa Pine. Made me think of Lorne Greene and Bonanza. Eventually the pines were overtaken with mesquite and juniper. And then we got to the park.
And then I saw two Raven on a rail. Some of you think I’m imagining these birds. But it really Is more than my imagination. When I exited the car only one Raven remained. We watched each other for awhile. Then she spread her wings and flew away. I wept. I’m weeping now. Enough said?