Phoenix to Flagstaff

After arriving in Phoenix, we rented a car and drove to Flagstaff, AZ. It was only about 150 miles away, but we drove for nearly 4 hours on the treacherous and congested mountain roads before we got there.

The funny thing is the altitude here, 7,000 feet. Compare that to Phoenix, where the altitude was only 1,000. I guess we must have been going uphill the entire way. The only reason I knew it was so high was because I started having a terrible headache about halfway through the road trip.

When we got to Flagstaff, it was… yes, get this. It wasn’t even 6 P.M. locally, but it was dark as night, freezing cold, and literally pouring. Am I still in Arizona or some other country? I wasn’t sure. I was originally going with my mom to shop for my cousin and also pick her up from the airport. I don’t know what happened, but as I rested on my bed and watched Little League on TV (I distinctly remember wondering to myself ‘wow, a 12 year old who’s 6’2? Crazy!), I must have fallen asleep. I didn’t wake up until 11 A.M. central (9 locally) this morning.