591 miles later, I'm here in Washington, Utah, near Zion National Park.
Stopped by the Petroglyph National Monument outside Albuquerque. Hiked a small portion of the West Mesa which contained many petroglyphs (some of the 20,000 images created centuries ago by the native people who inhabited the Rio Grande Valley long ago). The hike was made more challenging by the notice I read as I began the hike:
That didn't stop me, though from exploring and getting some great shots of the petroglyphs:
Having survived the threat of rattlers, I then proceeded to drive through some of the most dramatic and haunting part of my trip so far. From desolate, almost barren red fields to the north rim of the Grand Canyon, I was constantly amazed at the landscape I was driving through. Ah, the thrill of the open road!
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