After leaving the Grand Canyon, we headed to Grand Junction. An overnight stay halfway, in Monument Valley, UT, allows us to stick to less than six hours of driving in a day. This is Navajo sacred land, and you can easily understand why.
Our campground was a strip of land by the road, and as evening took hold, filled quickly with many RV rentals driven, again, by visitors mostly from other countries soaking in the quiet umber expanse of this native land.
A 17 mile tribal “road” took us through the incredible mesas, and in the same way you lay on your back and think about familiar silhouettes in the clouds, the formations also brought to mind look alike images.
I loved that everyone in the campground spent the evening watching the west side of the monoliths absorb the light before the sunset snuffed it out for the day.
The photo doesn’t do it justice.
We headed off to Grand Junction, Colorado the next morning. Eric used to live here and we searched for a peach orchard that a friend of his ran 40 years ago. We looked up his friend’s name and found him! The two of them reminisced and caught up on the last 40 years. They met when they were mentors to adolescents trying to straighten their lives out.
Today we went to the top of the Grand Mesa, elevation over 10,000 feet. I am a little travel weary today.
Our Wendy House Travels 