Depending on whether you count non-travel days Friday and Saturday.
It's the rainy season south of the Mogollon Rim, and the snowy season north of it. I finally gave up trying to wait out the calendar, and decided to retreat through Sedona one last time, and take whatever the sky gave me. Since the sky had opened up the day before, Oak Creek was a little swollen:
The red rock still stands out, although it would still look better against blue rather than grey.
You see a lot of this in Sedona, though, the whole year:
And even in town, and north of town in Oak Creek Canyon:
Flagstaff has preserved a bit of Route 66, but only a very few of the older buildings still stand. A railroad-themed cafe that's part of a Howard Johnson's, for instance. In very un-HoJo-like fashion, the excellent coffee arrived at my seat almost before I did. The light inside wasn't great, so I couldn't get good pictures of the model railroad running along the ceiling a la F.A.O. Schwartz.
And no, I didn't stay here, but you can see the seasonal stuff I was up against:
This thing probably dates from the 30s, and if the exterior is any indication, the mattresses probably date from then, too. Maybe the only excuse for using the term "Ancient Puebloans." "Hotel El Pueblo." Like the "Hotel The Village." Someday, someday soon, a native speaker will take over management and correct the grammar.
Finally, north of Flagstaff, on the way to US-160, the sun poked through briefly and narrowly:
As I write, the hail here in Kayenta has turned to snow, it's sticking, and it should make for some interesting pictures tomorrow.
