Day 8, part 1: (rain, barbed wire, and gods)

We drove from the Grand Canyon to Moab today, a 6 hour drive. Bessie can take a lot. We got stuck in dirt. It was marginally awesome. As we were driving out, the clouds were quite literally sitting on the ground. Amazing. Driving through a cloud has much more of that incredulous effect than flying through one does. A little further down the road there were a number of Navajo Jewelry stands, so I pulled off of the one that had the best view, walked up behind it, took some shots, and browsed the merchandise. (By the way, panoramas by the TRUCKload are forthcoming.) Kayla got her mother a really nice necklace.. and we kept going.

Almost into Utah, we started to see the monuments that my father had been talking about. Huge, red stone monoliths that jut from the ground like demon’s teeth. On one of many of our detours on the drive up, we saw this monolith (our first one that we could actually stop at) and for the first time encountered wild horses on the plains. There were so many! I actually didn’t get that many great shots, and it was really sad because one of them that was very obviously pregnant had barbed wire tangled in its matted tail hair. We knew there wasn’t anything we could do, so we kept on going.