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Sunday, March 9, 2014

Drove a bit

Circled through Sedona, Flagstaff, Route 66 to Williams and Ash Fork, then back to Prescott.  Aside from fuel, total cost $11.  With the saved cash, I could get a better cell phone cam.

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