and continued looking for a local place. I made very few rules for myself on this trip but one of them was if whenever possible, no chain restaurants.
The comfort of this temporary street art statement was powerful. I searched my head for the usual suspects; panic, stress, and dread. But all that was with me today was this new awareness, a sense of joy.
I continued walking, treating my eyes to the Art in every direction.
After noon I decided to start my drive to Phoenix where I would be staying with my friend Jenna. The 7 hour drive from Santa Fe to Phoenix is picturesque with strong contrasting rose hued desserts, deep blue skies, rugged mesas and towering peaks.
Patrick demonstrating relaxing road trip positions. Its important to stretch.
The landscape changes dramatically around Flagstaff were I was driving through at sunset. I studied the roadside looking for a place to pull over to photograph it. The sky-scrapping evergreens blocked most of the view. The steep inclines and small shoulders kept me on the road. Just when I thought I would miss it, I saw a sign, Scenic Point.
Thrilled, I immediately pulled off the interstate, not noticing an enormous hole in the road. My front tire when in, there was a loud crash as I bounced around in the gravel and slammed on the breaks. I grabbed by camera, and got out of the car scared to look. I was half expecting part of my car to have been left in that hole. But after a quick investigation, everything appeared okay. Whew, just a little drama to increase my heart rate.
Taking my attention off my car, I looked up at the sky.
I stood upon the peak, high up in the mountains. The sky was on fire and burned in every direction. The pallet changed every minute, deepening in warm and cool tones simultaneously.
I started the day with the pleasure of enjoying artists imagination and the pleasure of natures display now ended the day. I'm still happy!
Next stop Phoenix.