As I write this post, we are through the incredible Painted Desert, where the clouds actually reflect the reddish hue of the earth. The clouds that almost seem to brush the horizon like feathers, the play of the light on the land---it's breathtaking and difficult to describe.
We're in Navajo Country, having just passed through Tuba City, where a little Navajo girl shared her hamburger with Tina at a local cafe where we stopped for coffee. We're headed for the Navajo National Monument just south of Kayenta, and just called the rangers there to make sure that it's open. The friendly ranger informed me that they only allow rigs up to 28 feet in length but that his supervisor would make an exception for us this time (after all, our rig is only 29 feet, anyway). He reminded me that there is no electricity, water or sewer dump station, but we're welcome to arrive any time before sundown.
While we have zillions of photos of the Grand Canyon to share, dear Readers, you will all have to wait with baited breath until we have the ability for uploading!
Meanwhile, the open sky here in the Painted Desert is just seductively beautiful, and we'll be back with more tales of adventure and travel soon enough.
Blessings to all!