You know those movies where they show the funeral in the lonely west, with the icy wind whipping the few mourners - weathered cowboys and a few women bundled up against the cold and there isn't anything in sight for hundreds of miles in every direction? Well, a-yup-that was Dad's burial in Woodruff, Arizona.Woodruff is a tiny blip in the highway going to the thriving metropolis of Holbrook, Arizona and not far from Snowflake.
The ride up from Mesa took us through the beautiful Mogollon (say Muggy-on) Rim country that Zane Grey wrote about, after early December winter storms.
The road up to Woodruff, Arizona is a beautiful, but lonely one once you get past the forest country. Then it's open wilderness - high desert.
I'm glad this year will be a happier Christmas celebration.
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