What a difference a day makes. Twenty four little hours. Right now we’re savoring scenes like this from our flights around town with the hills showing patches of color. We’re wondering, “Why leave?”
We’re flying into severe brown, and by the time we get back the colors will probably have drained away here too. The delicious air here caresses our faces, and out in the high desert we’ll be dessicated by blasts of dusty hot winds.
But 24 hours from now we still look forward to camping somewhere in Sedona to await the arrival of Zubair and clan. The fun of seeing our dear friends and exploring the Four Corners together by air still overwhelms any urge to stay here in Paradise.
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