We arrive in Flagstaff late and have to wait a while for our bags to be unloaded. We catch a taxi to a small motel which is just around the corner and go to bed. The next day is spent planning for our trip to the Grand Canyon. I hired a Suburu, I'm not sure of the model. We drive out along route 64, a straight road lined with evergreen trees, snow patches and distant snow capped mountains. It feels like we are on an alpine root, high out here in Arizona. After an hour or so we descend onto grass planes with the odd farm building here and there. Solar panels on the roofs and a pickups truck in the yard. The space is immense. A big, open, beautiful space that makes you feel free
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