Well orange you beautiful, Arizona!

September 6, 2011
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As the sun started setting we began the final leg of the day’s journey.  The dusty air had a glowing orange hue throughout the entire day, but it was nothing compared to the revelry of the headlining event.  As we drove east on US-160 to the sun’s westward journey, we passed 3 wild horses.  In the moment we crossed each other I remember thinking ‘I wish I could have a picture of this forever.’  I had my camera in my hands and didn’t even attempt it.  Even though I can’t share an actual picture here, I can tell you what it was.  2 horses walking, one horse standing still contemplating the scene; one small transparent cloud creeping into the left frame, one broken down Ikea chair obstructing half of the view through my rear window; everything is orange; the sun is moments away from crossing the horizon; the perspective lines created by the road meet one another as if we are all in another dimension. Zoom in, aperture set, shutter click-close and a memory picture is taken. It’s perfect right?

Without a room booked for the night we continued our hotel search passing through one small town after another.  Before the car decelerated to the speed limit of any given town, we had already passed the church, bar, Native American market and restaurant/post office/lingerie shop/barber that made up the respective highway stretch of each town.  Eventually we arrived at a city that was actually on the map.

Day 3

After 303 miles we arrived in Kayenta.  Throughout the day we saw enough animals to inspire a new farm animal children’s book, which made day 3 a success!  We covered some serious ground and landmarks along the Sunbelt region of these United States.  What better way to end it than with a proud American meal at Sonic?  Tatertots, Root Beer float and a Junior Double Cheese Burger. God Bless America!


We are all standing on the Land Before Time…

September 5, 2011
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And then we arrived in Tuba City: approximate population of 9,000 living humans, former population of thousands of footprint-making dinosaurs! Their impressions patterned the claystone desert road.  A hand-painted sign called out the designated parking area, but not the prints:

Tuba City - Dino Tracks

After scanning the ground and kicking the dirt a bit, a man appeared out of nowhere (maybe he was behind the parking sign, or hanging out inside the only other car that was parked in this extinct parking lot).  He moseyed over and casually pointed at the ground without saying a word. Like magic, we suddenly realized we were kicking dust upon the very Dino footprints that we had hyped up throughout the previous 20-mile stretch.

Aladar Sinclaire-they were everywhere! What a frantic mess of footprints.  We spent about 20-minutes taking photographs, calling up useless facts about tyrannosaurus (they actually lived in western part of North America, and many paleontologists believe the t-rex was a scavenger, not a predator!), surprising ourselves with how you actually spell pterodactyl, and guessing where the path to the Great Valley began.  On our way out we tipped our footprint guide and prepared for the last leg of day # 3 of this United States of Adventure.

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