TOP: The Navaho twins tower over Blanding
2nd: A lonely monument arising from the valley floor
3rd: Sandstone spires galore
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As we left the Navaho reservation at the Arizona-Utah border, we rolled into Monument Valley
Monument Valley is the consumate Western movie panorama...an endless valley floor with jutting multi-colored monuments thrusting upwards into the sky. We were awed by the vistas, and by the utter loneliness of the region. It took us hours to bike through it, and there were times when we went 20-30 minutes without ever seeing another vehicle. And, the heat returned, so we were pretty beat up by the time we ended the day in Blanding. Blanding is famous for, well, nothing. They had pretty much nothing there...not a diner, not a grocery, not a public building. But, they did have the Monument Valley RV park.
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It was a beautiful evening, so a few of us decided to sleep outside. John in the screened tent sans tent fly, and cliff and I under the stars. It was an awesome night, with a meteor (perseids?) in full bloom, green meteors continually shooting across the sky. A light breeze swept through the trailer park relieving us from the heat beating we took during the day. We all drifted off to sleep.
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That is until about 3am, when a MASSIVE rainstorm blew in. All of a sudden I'm lying there and I feel something on my face. I'm thinking that Cliff has taken that time to pee on me, but no, it's just god relieving himself. Like he was on a huge bender. And running on a treadmill. From the time it took me to run the 20 yards from my sleeping pad into the RV I was totally soaked. So I curled up on the floor of the RV and just passed out; cold, wet, and sleep deprived. John and Cliff got the tent fly erected and they huddle in there the rest of the night.
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"Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink" Lumpy out
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