Yesterday was our second day enjoying our old hometown of Flagstaff, Arizona. The temps were nice, and the air dry and clear. After a leisurely start to the day, we went on to visit many back roads and alleyways in the area, in search of geocaches. Our hunt took us to a lot of areas that even we, after living here for fourteen years, had never been. This is often the case with geocaching.
At one point by a railroad crossing Northeast of town, I stopped to gaze at the San Francisco Peaks to the West. It was quiet there, and the smell of the pinyon/juniper landscape was strong. Beautiful. Had to take a picture.
After having a great lunch at a local favorite, Mike and Rhonda's Cafe, we hunted a few more caches, and came upon an old truck parked near Sheep Hill. Sheep Hill is a bit smaller than the last time I saw it. This is the source of all the cinders that are spread on the roads in the area during snow cover for vehicle traction. One day the red/brown hill here, part of the San Francisco volcanic field, will disappear altogether I am sure.
After caching, we did a little shopping, and then had a lovely dinner at a friend's house in our old neighborhood. It reminded me of the value of friendships. Priceless in a real way.
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