No, that's a Death Valley thing.
Too many. And yet, I'd not want the view spoiled with a fence up either. People and either be stupid and get too close or not.
Call it evolution in action.
"I have been to the end of the earth, I have been to the end of the waters, I have been to the end of the sky, I have been to the end of the mountains, I have found none that are not my friends." -Navajo Proverb.
I like that.
I'm not going to comment on all your amazing photos... but just wanted to say that monument valley has been on my bucket list for a while... and I greedily absorbed each and every photo. I'll point out my fave (maybe?) when I get to it in the narrative...
Taking Hwy 98 from Page, we passed through Kaibito until it intersected with Hwy 160 where we turned north until we reached Kayenta on Hwy 163.
Thanks for that... now I know where to go if/when.
Small homesteads, each with a round hogan facing East
I had to Google "hogan"... now I know.
Pulling into the Blue Coffee Pot restaurant, I knew instantly we’d have the most authentic dining experience possible. Well, until later that evening.
I like the sound of the place already.
Um... "mostly"??
I don't need a place to be sterile spotless, but... Just what do you mean, here???
This was a place to eat and be full, not one to be pretentious or showy.
Perfect. I like it more and more.
Oh!
Those kind of blue pots! I've seen those. Heck... you can still buy them.
We were shown to a table and given some menus
mmm... I see a
lot of things on there that I'd eat.
Perhaps not the most authentic historically but certainly the most ubiquitous dish served in Northern Arizona on Tribal Lands.
Well, if it's ubiquitous, that makes it pretty authentic. It might not be
traditional, though... but nothing really is anymore.
Zach ordered an equally common dish, but perhaps more historically traditional- Mutton Stew with tortilla.
That one caught my eye too.
Wow that looks good! Having compared the two photos... I might pick this one over the mutton... but man... can I try
both???
we pulled into a private yard just north of the Arizona-Utah border.
Oh! So right smack dab in the middle of monument valley!
You might be picturing a nice soft bed in a private room with a TV and Netflix.
No.
This was our space for the evening:
Umm... there is a distinct lack of the fist "B" at this BnB........
Did you get 50% off?
A soft late afternoon breeze was blowing, the rocky monuments towered standing guard over us, and an occasional dog could be heard yapping the in the distance
That sounds... wonderful. Truly.
We got checked in and reminded our hostess we’d pre-ordered a dinner of Navajo Taco (I’d forgotten this when I’d ordered one at lunch but is there really such a thing as too many tacos?)
Whoops!
But... maybe not.
With still hours of daylight left, Zach and I had one more short field trip to make- the Northern section of Monument Valley.
I Googled where you went. Not too far astray.
This one. I love this photo. It's... iconic. I'd love to get a similar shot some day.
The destination was another overlook similar to Horseshoe Bend, this one aptly named, Goosenecks State Park.
If you hadn't said that, I would've assumed you accidentally reposted shots from the previous day!
the bends are tighter giving it, in my opinion, a more striking presentation.
Definitely striking. Amazing.
you are even allowed to camp right there at the escarpment’s edge.
Just watch your step when you get up in the middle of the night to pee!
I slept on the edge (at a safe distance)
See previous comment.
Enroute, we passed a landmark called Mexican Hat. Easy to see how it got its name:
That's cool!
Sadly, I had a headache brewing most of the day. Perhaps I was dehydrated, maybe not enough coffee, being on the road so long, or not enough sleep, but by the time we’d gotten back to Roberta’s place it was pretty bad and dusk was growing.
Sorry to hear that.
As I tried to get situated it was really dark and I fumbled trying to juggle my phone flashlight, having to pee, and with a headache so bad at that point I was getting sick.
That doesn't sound good at all. Just too much.
With a heavy heart, I gave up and started the walk back.
Sorry that didn't pan out for you.
If you’ve never been out on a very flat, extremely sparsely populated area you know how easy it is to get turned around. I could see lights off in the distance, but I had no idea really which homestead to aim for. I tried to navigate by landmarks I’d seen on my way out and somehow with sheer dumb luck, but no small amount of anxiety, I made it back to the correct yard.
How bad was that? Were you starting to panic or more just annoyed?
Pretty shot.
That full moon would've made star photos pretty impossible, I would think.
By the time I got back around 8:30 dinner had still not arrived so I called the hostess. She said she was coming back home soon from delivering a few of the guests back to their homes after the party and would bring it over soon.
And... a promised (and I presume paid for) meal that arrives hours late... not cool.
By this time though, I didn’t even care. I just needed to sleep for fear my head would explode.
Did you not have some Tylenol along with you? I usually carry some when travelling.
Glad to see (vaguely) that you're still smiling, albeit with a headache.
Coming from an unknown place off in the distance it became clearer, and it dawned on me that we were hearing Native drumming presumably from some circle, perhaps as a celebration for the birthday we’d seen being celebrated just earlier. It was perhaps one of the most amazing, cool cultural experiences I have ever gotten to encounter outside of those I’d seen in Central Asia.
Oh, wow. Truly a magical experience.
I sat up to see the Monuments’ silhouettes visible out the back of the car, looked up to marvel at God’s Masterpiece in the sky, and listen to drumming and chanting before falling back to sleep.
Apparently, the dogs needed to “go” too and left us a nice little parting gift.
Wait... they
peed on your suitcases???