Well. At some point I had to break the Southern Hemisphere tradition and stick to the north, and thus travelling in June-Augustish.
And at some point I had to break the Eastern Hemisphere tradition and head west. And thus, USA/CAN, here I come!
Along an empty, deserted highway, Tom Hanks’ character suddenly decided to stop running, after having run from coast to coast and back. As did we. Stopped, that is.
On the protective alcoves on the vertical cliff walls of southern Colorado, there once lived a tribe of skillful potters, masons and stonecutters now known as Ancestral Puebloans. However, they disappeared back in the late 1200’s. Just so you know.
You know the scene from MI:2, when Tom is climbing a rock? That’s in Monument Valley, that’s Navajo land, and that’s where we went. After a lot of photos of various rock formations it was high time for a dinner and a show, starring the local tribe and eventually incorporating us paleskins.
Starry sky, crickets, the occasional coyote howl and snake rattle, combined with the beans we had for dinner completed the feeling of being in the Wild Wild West.
Possibly the grandest of canyons was visited this day, and the rim was hiked along. Sunshine, rain and everything in between made for good photo opportunities. Luckily the weather stabilised on the sunny side on the afternoon, cause that was when we got into the helicopter for an amazing flight over Grand Canyon. Sunset over the canyon while having pizza ended the day.
