It’s a beautiful evening here in Far West Texas.  I never get tired of skies like this.

But right now I’m taking you to Arizona, where we spent a glorious five days during the last week of July camping on the East Fork of the Black River in the White Mountains.  I actually have little to say.  The beauty of the place speaks for itself.  Glorious.

I know.  The flowers were amazing, and there were so many varieties!  We ended at the Catwalk in Glenwood, NM, and if you’re ever there on Sunday, Mass is at 4:00.  Love to all.