Sunday, November 20, 2011

In Flagstaff, Evan took me twice to go see elk.

Evan as a 1970s cop.

We looked everywhere.

I even looked inside a tree.

And of course, we didn't find any.

I did see some elk poop.

We came across a few prehistoric sites in the middle of nowheres.

We carefully put the sherds back after looking at them.

It was a very lovely weekend, even though I didn't see a single elk.

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