Leaving Moab bright and early next morning, we drove through young pine forests mostly on back roads, taking in the Natural Bridges national monument, and continued across a flat plateau, before suddenly finding ourselves on the edge of a precipice. The road descends rapidly through a series of hairpin bends so vertiginous that my companions threatened to get out and walk, leaving me to drive the car on the gravelly, sloppy surface. But our trusty Ford Fusion got us to the bottom — and there, hovering on the horizon, was our next destination: Monument Valley.


On
our first evening we sat on a cliff overlooking the Mitten buttes as
the shadows lengthened and the sunset polished up the sandstone until
it was glowing bright and deepest red. Next morning we woke early to
watch the sunrise behind the monuments. No wonder the film makers
love this place.
With
my knee playing up, Ian and Kathleen managed a long walk around the
buttes while I took it easy on the first afternoon, and we had a
leisurely drive around the (inevitable) scenic drive the next day,
stopping off at many good viewpoints — although we resisted the
temptation to hire a horse to be photographed in Lone Ranger style at
John Wayne rock.
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