No matter how much we love going to Arizona and enjoying the sunshine, pool, people and places there, it always feels so goood to be back home again. As soon as we set foot on Canadian soil again we heave a sigh of relief, knowing that we're home. Nevertheless, we'll keep making these lovely trips south of the border as long as we're able.
We left for the airport before the crack of dawn this morning. The shuttle came to take us to the airport in Mesa - an hour and a half east. We drove into the rising sun...incredibly beautiful.
Once the sun was up and we were on our way, it turned out to be a remarkably clear day and the view from the plane was amazing.
This is the city of Flagstaff, Arizona, a place we've driven to many times. From this angle you don't get the sense that it's quite high up in the mountains.
This picture is of part of Salt Lake City. The body of water in the upper right is the Great Salt Lake.
This is a better shot of the Great Salt Lake. Only a portion of it fits in the picture. It's huge but you can still see how much it's shrunk over the years.
From there we flew on to Great Falls, Montana where we picked up our car from the airport parking lot and drove the remaining three hours home, joining a long line of cars at the border crossing, filled with happy Canadians returning home after their vacations in the sun.
Did I mention that it's Thanksgiving Day in Canada today? We missed it. Lloyd and I will have to have our Thanksgiving dinner later in the week. Either that or go back to Arizona in November and share American Thanksgiving with the good people down there. So much to be thankful for these days.