or at least trying to. Luckily I kept a journal of the trip and am attempting to peruse it for information and recollections. It’s not easy getting older. I used to blog as I traveled which kept things fresh and up to date. But internet connections were spotty at best, the days were long and free time was quickly filled with eating dinner and crawling into bed early. Just spending a few moments on a computer and ruffling through pages of my journal these days has my eyes go bleary and my brain frizzled. Plus not having “lightroom” program on my husband’s laptop makes going through piles of DVDs excruciating. My laptop is on it’s way to Tekserve (thank you honey) to see if it can be fixed. It’s old and Apple no longer carries parts for it and couldn’t help me at all. Not feeling the love or support that Apple was once known for.
Getting back on track… Driving to Monument Valley. It appears in the distance, reminding me of the cowboy and indian TV shows and movies of years long gone.
We didn’t pull into the visitor’s center where I had stopped years ago, so Monument Valley was basically a drive-by. On a personal note, on the road to Monument Valley, Baby, my silver bullet’s (2000 Mazda – Protege) odometer clocked 200,000 miles. Whoo-hoo. I think I was more excited about that.
More interesting is the painted desert and the blue/grey wind swept mounds (Blue Mesas) that we came across. I’m in awe of the beauty of nature and of how quickly the landscape changes.
We stopped at the historic Hubbel Trading Post, petrified wood, Puerco Pueblo ruins and the WigWam motel in Holbrook. (No luck in booking a tee-pee motel room)
Jene was busy on the phone, trying to make reservations for our next destination – the Grand Canyon. Of course the chance of getting a room at the Phantom Ranch lodge was a long shot but he tried. We wound up at The Thunderbird Lodge on the south rim.
We traversed most of the south rim via shuttle busses and took short hikes but Jene’s hips and knees would not have fared well hiking to the bottom or back up. The $500 pp mule ride down was above our budget and I coudn’t justify spending that kind of money if we couldn’t spend the night at the Phantom Ranch lodge at the bottom. (oh yeah and I don’t think my back would tolerate the trot on the back of a mule).