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| red sky at morning ... |
We drove into Flagstaff on December 23 with a big snowstorm hard on our heels - a foot of snow due, starting at 5 a.m. the next day.
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| red sky at night ... well, orange. |
Christmas Eve morning the sky was grey and threatening but the ground still bare. We went to the Museum of Northern Arizona and spent a happy couple of hours wandering through fossils, pottery, textiles, paintings, and jewellery.
As we came out, little flurries were starting. A few hours later, snow plows were patrolling the streets and parking lots. The scrape and hum of them reminded me of winters in Ottawa back in the day ... weirdly soothing ...
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The old town centre of Flagstaff is charming at any time but especially pretty in the snow.
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| freight train coming through |
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| bonus icicles |
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Flagstaff is on the old AT& SF railway line, so on our walk into town we got to enjoy a few trains going by, as well as the station building itself.
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| White Christmas, cheers all round. |
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