I am on the road again, this time out on the west coast. From my hotel room, I see:
But if I stand closer to the window and look the other way, I find that I have one of the best hotel room views I could have been given, short of a direct shot at this place's reigning mountain, snow-capped and looking perfectly like a child's drawing of a mountain. The other view:
Yes: that's Powell's.
Tomorrow, I will be wandering non-stop.
And Phoenix, it turns out, knows how to do cloverleaves: