Vermillion Cliffs, Arizona... one of those moments that makes you appreciate being alive... or it works that way for me, anyway. We were 700 miles into a 1200 mile trip, and had started off the morning in chilly, misty rain. We left town on a two-lane road, headed into a canyon, and started up the side of the mountain... into 6 inches of that slippery white stuff (SNOW) -- yikes! 30 white-knuckled miles later we descended in elevation back to the rain level. All morning, it rained off and on, and the clouds stayed as thick as peanut butter. Finally, it began to clear and as we topped the hill, this was our first view of the cliffs. We wound down into the valley and got to look at them closer as we drove alongside, but this first view was the most spectacular. What a great beginning to a Thanksgiving trip to see family -- with a reminder from nature of all that we have to be thankful for.
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