When I took my camera and started out on the trail at our hotel in Flagstaff, Arizona, the last thing on my mind was taking advantage of the afternoon golden hour. All I wanted was to stretch my legs and decompress from two long days of driving! It was early June and the southwest monsoon season had yet to start; as we traveled across the flatlands of Interstate 40 we had seen nothing but clear blue skies — not a cloud in sight. Exploring this nature trail was the perfect way to forget all about that for awhile.

There seems to be a disc golf course but I saw only two baskets; this is Hole #18