Basically a recovery day. Wren and I got massages at Mountain Waves; ended up taking most of the afternoon. Another monsoon downpour. Flooded at least one street in Flagstaff (broken main? creek overflowing?). Lunched on salads about 4pm back at Macy's European Cafe on S. Beaver.
Visited Sunset Crater (5-8pm), a volcano 1000 years young. Youngest one in the USA, anyway. The terrain around the hill is black and choppy, as though giants had ploughed fields of peat. Except the 'peat' is volcanic rock, in blacks and browns, interspersed with volanic gravel. Blacks and reds and greens.
There's a paved 1/4mile circuit with info boards, then a mile circuit through the lava field. Subtle smell - smoky-sweet tar mixed with pine? Photos of rocks and red puddles. Wren communing with the Evening Primrose, opening its petals as dusk fell.
And we were treated to a firey sunset, molten orange
Stopped by the Safeway on the way back to the hostel; cooked up a ravioli dinner 'back home'; laundry night; blogging...
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