At our plateau, the wind picked up and pushed the setting clouds. They stretched like tentacles above our heads.
An afternoon shower presented a regal rainbow for our viewing outside the motor home. I see the pot of gold behind the bush, don’t you?
A recent snowstorm last Friday fell in Flagstaff. Accumulations reached a record-breaking 14 feet (4.3 meters). 60 miles away, up in the elevated mining town of Jerome, I took a picture of the San Francisco Peaks. I have never seen them completely covered.