Prescott National Forest (where the desert meets the pines)
So far, it looks like we timed the migration out of the desert about right this year – avoided the heat without freezing in the snow and rain. We’re now at 6,300 feet in Prescott National Forest (just outside Prescott Az) and are very glad to be in the presence of real trees, despite heavy logging and thinning of what the US Forest Service calls a wildland- urban interface forest (lovely ponderosa pine). Perfect weather (40 at night, 70 days) and there are still patches of snow visible on the peaks of the mountains (and with an internet connection!)
Bouy (dog) is not suffering in pain, but he’s practically crippled and has a tough time walking a few hundred feet to relieve himself 2 or 3 times a day. But he still seems happy and ready to go every morning despite the fact that he can’t. Really tough decision as to when to put him down and its consumed me for 3 months now.
No plans in mind, but next stops likely to be Sedona (spectacular colors), Flagstaff (great ponderosa pine forest there too), and north rim of Grand Canyon (before the crowds get there).
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