Today's travels were moderately tame compared to the way we started out. I was a little concerned about what high altitude would do to my laboring lungs, so I asked Siri what the altitude was at Albuquerque. She answered, "I don't know, but whatever you do, don't look down! Thanks a lot, Siri. I later found out it was about the same as Denver, but I've been breathing all day, so I guess it's all right.
I was fascinated by the name of one town we passed: To'hajiilee. Yes, that's the correct spelling. I think I've discovered the only word that has two i's in a row.
I was also surprised when we crossed the Continental Divide in western New Mexico. Altitude there was 7,225, and I'm still breathing. But it's hard to imagine that we're that high.
Then we entered Arizona and stopped at the Welcome Center, where I found my "Sign of the Day." Not a comforting thought!
Now we're in Flagstaff for the night (and even higher). I'll be glad to start dropping down to the Phoenix basin, even if it will be hotter there.