Then the wind blew cool through the pinyons on the rim. There was a sweet tang of cedar and sage on the air and that indefinable fragrance peculiar to the canyon country of Arizona. ~Zane Grey, The Call of the Canyon, 1924
Northern Arizona… surrounded by a fragrant piney forest under a peaceful turquoise sky… what a perfect retreat, he thought, from the pace and pressure of modern living. ~Paul Harvey, “The Ghost and Don Dedera,” December 1972
Flagstaff… situated in the grand pine forests of Arizona. The beautiful scenery from this point at sunset, snow-capped mountains whose sides are all clothed in tall pines upward of one hundred feet high, and the soft light of the setting sun in the distance, form a view which must be seen to be appreciated. ~E. E. A. from Ohio, “Some Notes of a Trip to California,” in Success with Flowers, February 1898
Arizona’s forests center on a broad, bold brushstroke of green beginning at the New Mexico border in the White Mountains and curving about two hundred fifty miles northwestward along the course of the Mogollon Rim as far as the San Francisco volcanic field near Flagstaff and Williams. There the brush was raised from the canvas to splash green across the Kaibab Plateau on the north rim of the Grand Canyon, drip it on the Defiance uplift near Arizona’s northeast corner and on the mountains around Prescott, and then to spatter the summits of the Cerbat and Hualapai ranges in northwestern Arizona… and other mountain ranges in the southeast.
Most of this inland sea of green is pine forest, giving way at its high elevations to fir and spruce, and at its lower edges to broad foothill fringes tufted with pinyon and juniper. There is marvelous variety to Arizona’s forests, but it is the green-grizzled ponderosa pine flowing along the length of the Mogollon Rim in the longest unbroken stand of any state in the union that give the wild pagan cathedral of Arizona’s upland forests their character. ~David W. Toll, “Bristlecone to Saguaro: The Story of Arizona’s Trees and Forests from Timberline to Desert Floor,” in Arizona Highways, January 1971
They climbed into the high country of Arizona, and through a gap they looked down on the Painted Desert… They crawled up the slopes, and the twisted trees covered the slopes. Holbrook, Joseph City, Winslow. And then the tall trees began, Flagstaff, and that was the top of it all. ~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, 1939
They must’ve abbreviated us AZ because we have the entire spectrum of weather extremes: Ablaze in the Phoenix sun to Zero-degree snow in Flag. ~Terri Guillemets, “Arizona Alphabet,” 1989