This is one of several blog entries that I set up to be posted while I am in Mexico.
The Granite Dells lie about 4 miles outside of Prescott, AZ (pronounced PREZ-kit, by the way). They are huge, imposing piles of granite rock that used to be even huger and more imposing piles of rock, but have now weathered into lumps, bumps, and rounded spires interspersed with clear blue lakes.
Rumor has it that sometime in the 1800s, a bunch of prospectors buried their gold here when ambushed by Indians. The gold has never been found. Hmmm, maybe I should go back and search a bit?
The mountains in the distance are the San Franciso Peaks near Flagstaff. They received a new coating of snow the night before.