Spotted some lovely snow capped mountains in San Bernardino...
and masses of wind turbines on the way to Palm Springs.
We led most of the way.
The mountains are all volcanic in nature, with some strange formations just plopped down, seemingly. I took occasional photos in between stitching the binding down.
Dunno what was wrong with these palms. Fire, maybe, in the past?
Grant giving the thumbs up as he crossed the Colorado River into Arizona for the first time in his life.
The white is the tops of cacti. The black is big basalt rocks thrown out of the earth by volcanic action. Some were a foot or more in diameter.
We arrived in Scottsdale about 4 PM and got the van all emptied in short order. My brother Ted, SIL Laura and my nieces came over to help. We checked into our hotel and left Erica (who had had 1.5 hours of sleep the night before) to acclimate her cat and get a bit settled. The above is the view from our hotel.
And looking across the valley floor towards Phoenix.
Grant really loved the Southwest style furniture.
We also loved the fireplace and the great view from the little balcony.
The little casitas were about six or eight units and really nice, overlooking a golf course.
Arizona sunset, Erica's first as a new resident! Next post, the finished quilt!