We were headed north from Kayenta, AZ, on Highway 163 on the last portion of our drive to Monument Valleey.
I have been reluctant to travel on the back roads while towing the RV. Two lane highways make for the likelihood of a build-up of traffic behind me.
And then again there is the possibility of low overpasses that
"attack" RVs that are a bit taller than the clearance distance.
But purchasing a trucker's road atlas which identified highways with low overpasses addressed the latter concern.
And traveling roads through the desert of the Navajo tribal lands of northern Arizona pretty much insures that trailing traffic will be minimal given the low number of cars and trucks on the highway and the corresponding ease of passing.
As our destination approached, the rain clouds disappeared, and the remaining clouds were non-threatening ones that, when paired with the sun, created scenes of shadow and light playfulness.
We also realized that our initial impression of red rocks being confined to a couple of locations in the Southwest was way off. The formations seen on the way into town provided a hint of what we would see in the next days.
We arrived in Monument Valley and passed the "Goulding's-prefix" Lodge, Museum, Grocery Store, Gas Station, and Car Wash and found our site in the Goulding's RV Park.
As if the colors of the surrounding rocks was not brilliant enough during midday,
the show at sunset was stunning.
Tomorrow it would be the Big Show at Monument Valley.
We are two retirees--Chuck, 64, and Kate, 63--who decided to travel the U.S. On June 13, 2008, we began our long-talked-about travels by heading south from our home in Pennsylvania in our Ford 550 and 38’ New Horizons fifth wheel.
Our travel aim is to meet people and go at least "knee-deep" into the culture of several communities. To learn what is important in the lives of the residents of the towns, villages, and farms of America is our primary interest.
When not learning about what people do, we will be (1) sampling the foods that help people do what needs to be done and (2) listening to the music of their culture.
A neighborhood joint or local hall serving liquid refreshment and featuring a jam session with local musicians . . . well, it just doesn't get any better.
We welcome comments, questions, or suggestions of people to meet, places to visit, and "don't miss" neighborhood joints for food and/or music. Drop us a note at email@example.com