We left Darby Wells Road by noon, and engined north towards Sedona. In-between the two places are the Black Hills. So cute, hon; we'll be going over hills! And, so we did, although there are no pictures because my hands were clenched onto the steering wheel, and my behind was grasping the driver's seat. Annie asked me to let go, since she was driving.
The Forest Service land we're on is very pleasant, although it's more crowded than we're used to. The temperature is great, and the scenery is beautiful, of course.
This time we remembered to dial down our Sleep Number bed before cresting the top of the pass. Two cats did get dangerously overinflated, though.
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