On the drive to Monument Valley, we passed a hotel where John Wayne stayed:
An arch:
The Hole in the Wall (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid hideout)
You have to take a tour to see it, but we didn't have time.
It was about a three hour drive to Monument Valley and we got there about lunch time. We didn't want to eat a big lunch as we were going to the BIG restaurant for dinner and a movie. We stopped in a little deli near the campground and grabbed some fried chicken. Oh, how I miss Publix and their wonderful fried chicken. Not bad and I wasn't starving now.
There are many tours you can take in Monument Valley or you can drive the 17 mile loop in your own vehicle. We stopped at the visitor center and I went in to find out what we needed to do. Monument Valley is on the Navajo reservation and you must pay to visit Monument Valley. I greeted the young man in Navajo with "hello." Pays off to read Tony Hillerman novels! He was surprised! He told me which clan he belonged to and a little about where he lived. He was so helpful in giving us information. He then asked if we were driving the tour and what we were driving. That should have been a clue. I told him a 3/4 ton Chevy pickup. He said that would be good. He gave us directions and sent us on our way.
We paid our money to enter the reservation and got the tour map. It is a 2 hour driving tour. If you take the 3.5 hour tour in the reservation trucks, you get to see much more. We decided we would just do our own 2 hour tour. Good thing!
We started down a sandy road. Washboard was the first word that came to mind. We bounced and slide and bounced some more. Poor Chrissy didn't know what to think. Neither did I! At least David had the steering wheel to hang on to. I'll post the pictures at the end.
We encountered horses in the road. Crazy people flew past us and three dirt up everywhere. Goats were wandering in the road. Good thing we were going slow. The two hours were quickly turning into more than than.
We noticed toward the end of the tour that the wind was picking up. We could see sand being blown high into the air. We began to notice people on the tours. If you ride in the tour vehicles, they are little more than pickup trucks with seats in the back. You are exposed to the sand. We didn't see a single person smiling on the tours unless it was the drivers in their enclosed, air-conditioned truck cabs. Some people had pulled scarves over their entire heads!
By the time we got back to the campground, you really couldn't see the monuments clearly anymore. The wind was now blowing about 30-40 mph. Dust was blowing across the road and was making it difficult to see. Below are the pictures. I'll save the dinner story for another post.
East Mitten |
West Mitten |
Three Sisters (one is on a diet) |
Rain God Mesa |
See the sand in the road. Crazy weather!
There's more to come!
Jenny :)