With Chicago on tomorrow's horizon, it has come time to bid Arizona good-bye. About fifteen of my classmates and I ventured to watch a Phoenix classic: a sunset from South Mountain Park. It was beautiful but it doesn't begin to compare with the sunset over the Catskill Mountains as viewed from the highest hill at Bentley Farm. The idea of driving to see a sunset is not in my cultural background. Less familiar is the idea of parking with a group of other cars to watch the sunset with fifty other people. Somehow it seems like it should be a more solitary experience.
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