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Only snapped a few photos on our way to Prescott, AZ; between little sleep the night before and the higher altitudes we were flying, I was pretty much passed out for this leg. With any luck, Ted will fill us all in on what he saw.

Fortunately, I woke up in time to see Granite Mountain, just outside of Prescott. Although its name is technically accurate, it doesn’t capture the mountain’s beauty or drama (nor do these photos do it justice). The way the light plays off the crags and crevices is really spectacular.