The photo above is of a slot canyon which, as you can see, is a path between high walls that are close together created by millions of years of weather-rain and wind and surging water. It’s a great experience to walk through them until you come to a giant boulder wedged between the two walls or a tree trunk which we did three times. I slid over a boulder one time and couldn’t get a foothold or anything to hang on to so I ended up falling on my back on what was, lucky for me, sand. At another Boulder I had to link my fingers together for Maurice to use as a step to get over and then he he grabbed both of my hands to pull me up and over. Thank God, we had each other.

The entrance to the slot canyon. When I looked at the photo I was surprised to see a robed of figure with a pumpkin head holding a divining rod. I had been looking for ancient Indian drawings but I don’t think they did this. I think Mother Nature did it.

Pretty flowers outside of the canyon against some of those incredible red rock structures.

There was a huge thunderstorm in the Phoenix area the other day with flooded streets and trees and telephone poles fallen in the streets. There were pretty skies afterwards as the sun set but first….

A cute frog on a fountain of a friend in Tucson.

Got a bit of a sauhauro cactus in the foreground.

One more view futher on.

Now, we are off to Utah.

While we were in Prescott, Arizona, we went on a hike on what was once a railroad track and now the Peavine Hiking Trail. It runs along Watson Lake and some fantastic rock formations.

We saw wild flowers.

Wild morning glories.

Sights of the Lake here and there. It’s unusally hight this year due to a month of rain.DSC07758
And rock formations like this looking like a scene in a science fiction movie.

I spent over three hours at a dentist today. Good times. So, I am just going to post two photos taken this morning before I went. Hard to beat morning light.

A flower seen on a bush around here. I used to know what it was called.

Another cactus flower but with the sun at that great autumn slant.

Maurice and I are in the States, and, as I write this, in Arizona to visit my Mom and go to a high school graduation. Then we are doing several other trips while here-lots of driving. So, anything to do with France will not be here.

A cactus flower in bloom with a busy bee blurred with movement.

A sunrise in Prescott, Arizona, from our hotel room.

In Prescott, we stayed at a historic hotel called the Hassayampa (named after a nearby river with an Indian name). It has two resident ghosts but I never saw or felt them. I loved the lobby.

There is a city not far from us called Saintes. It doesn’t have anything to do with actual saints but is from a Roman name, Xaintes. Yes, another section of France where the Romans did their thing. On my way back from Cognac, I decided to make a little detour.

As you would expect, the Romans had an arch. This one was actually moved to the other side of the river that divides Saintes. There were ancient ruins and stones everywhere and even a small arena.

I went into a church while there and was surprised by this rather modern rendition of Mary looking rather stylish.

The old section of Saintes was full of fabulous architecture and there was a huge pedestrian area. It was really nice to stroll around without worrying about traffic.

A lovely lamp post in a garden there.

In a courtyard I saw a sign saying “small garden” where tables were set up for tea. It was very pretty and I walked in to take a few photos and this silly man said, “Take my photo!” so I did. His name was Xavier. I didn’t stick around to join him for a drink. I thought maybe he had had a bit much to drink but I noticed tea cups on the table so maybe he was just being funny.

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