Ahead, nearly a hundred miles away, loomed up the San Francisco Peaks, dark and threatening.
Farther north rose the bold bulk of the San Francisco Peaks, that, half lost in the clouds, still dominated the desert scene.
The San Francisco Peaks were shrouded in purple storm-clouds, and the west was all gold and silver, with low clouds rimmed in red.
Flagstaff was at the foot of the San Francisco Peaks and there would certainly be a deluge very shortly.
On the left rose the great San Francisco Peaks, clothed in green and white.
We enter a large valley, from which a wonderful view of the San Francisco Peaks delights the traveller.