Goodbye hello goodbye

I fled Flagstaff for the promise of slightly warmer weather in Williams, twenty miles farther west. It's a pretty place and less crowded, but the forecasters misled me. Instead of it being eight to ten degrees warmer as they predicted last night, they now say it will be only two to four degrees warmer this week. And just as wet. Ugh.

So tomorrow I'll try Winslow, on the opposite side of Flagstaff, where it's supposed to be in the 70s all week. With the weather luck I've been having this spring, it will probably be in the hundreds there instead. And Williams weather will turn out to be great after I'm gone.