We were headed to Phoenix and the day dawned gray and dark, putting a damper on our plans to take scenic detours. Still, I wanted to see something of Oak Creek--and my husband hadn't been along here in 30 years or more. So we headed out. Even in the dull light the glimpses of the creek were marvelous and the climb up the mountain toward Flagstaff dramatic. As a rubbernecker I drive slowly, so there was some pulling over to let people pass. My husband was enjoying memory lane and pointing out places he parked his camper or got asked for a fishing license by the Fish and Wildlife officer. (He had a license.) As you approach 6,000 feet elevation its all lodgepole and Ponderosa pines, just awe-inspiring. The scenic overlook at the top is a welcome stop. Chance to pee, gasp at the view and do a little shopping at tables by authorized Native American artists. We came over the crest, coasted to the outskirts of Flagstaff and just as we saw the snowy San Francisco peaks we curved onto I-17 south. The best start to the day I could imagine!
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