The best way to see the upper reaches of the stunning Glen Canyon is to be “on the move” on a boat on Lake Powell. The Colorado River was dammed above the Grand Canyon, creating the lake.
What’s that speck in our wake?
Jet skiers having fun jumping our wake!
The only way to see Rainbow Bridge is by boat. The rock arch is static, not fitting this week’s theme, but I’m sure the people – see tiny dots at base of the left side of the arch – are “on the move!”
I’m a bit slow off the mark with this challenge as they are published each Friday and it’s Wednesday already. My brain is a bit sluggish. I seem to have been struck with some strange virus that most affects me from the neck up – headache, earache, nose-ache! and eye-ache! It’s like a cold that hasn’t come out except for the occasional volcanic sneeze that makes himself jump and utter obscenities.
Gazing at old photos seems all I’m capable of at the moment.
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“Do you think the pumps are still working?” Standard Oil was broken up under the antitrust laws in 1911 some of which eventually became Exxon, Mobil and Chevron. As you can see we were in Cow Springs which is on Route 160 in Arizona on the way to Monument Valley not to be confused with Wild Cow Springs Recreation Area in western Arizona not to be confused with mad cows. Speaking of which himself may have brought them to mind when I entreated him to “Turn here!”:
It seemed a reputable tourist destination from the look of the sign. Don’t you think so? Though I am the designated navigator himself picks and chooses when to listen to me. He didn’t turn so I cannot confirm if they were real dinosaur tracks.
The good news is that we made it to Monument Valley despite my misdirection:
Dummy here left the camera in the trailer when we set off for the Grand Canyon Skywalk so when spectacular scenery exploded into view I started to hyperventilate at each missed photo op. We were towing the trailer so the camera was about 12 feet behind me – not quite within reach. There was nowhere to pull over safely, but when himself could stand the puffing and sighing no longer he shot off the roadway onto a narrow shoulder then onto gravel kicking up stones in every direction.
“There’s a big truck behind us,” I observed helpfully.
“I know there’s a bl***dy great truck right up my a**,” he rephrased for my benefit.
“Thanks!” I called over my shoulder, door open, one foot out, ready to leap before he saw how difficult it would be to get back on the Interstate. Cars shot as though out of a cannon from the bend behind us.
You won’t see the best of it because I missed the most stunning scenery through amnesia forgetfulness so if you are an Interstate avoider, as we usually are, and are out this way, try I15 southbound through the top left corner of Arizona. The Utah scenery along I15 is superb and then just into Arizona – KERPOW! – one is transported into magical canyons.
Where is the Silly Sign for Wednesday I hear you ask?
Well I missed it. It said ROCKS . . . just . . ROCKS!