We backtracked a little yesterday and went back north to see the petroglyphs at Newspaper Rock. We missed that on our way south because we didn’t know what it was. If you get a chance to look at the pictures you will see there are some strange pictures on the rock wall including feet with six toes each.
We then went back south again and this time Tracey managed to snap some pictures of the “Old 666” route sign. That seemed a bit creepy to name a state highway! Natural Bridges National Park was next and it was neat to see how these differ from the arches. The bridges were eroded away from below by water and eventually created a bridge over that water. There were also some ruins to see that had been built by cliff dwellers thousands of years ago. Tracey did more walking than I did to see these sights ... I pooped out early on with the heat, no air in the air, and my general out of shape old selfness. We stopped and had another picnic lunch after the first of the three arches. We had the western crow to keep an eye on the crumbs we dropped and a couple lizards too.
The rest of the afternoon we spent driving southwest through Monument Valley. It was really neat to see all the formations made famous by the John Wayne westerns and other great old movies. It was really windy out though so the pictures are a bit blurry due to all the dust in the air. We eventually made our way to Kayenta, Utah where we checked into an expensivie Holiday Inn. I conked out real early after supper while Tracey was reading her book. I’m sure I was asleep by 7:30.
In this image released by Universal Orlando, fans wear Marge Simpsons wigs at the opening of The Simpsons Ride at Universal Orlando Resort on Thursday, May 15, 2008, in Orlando, Fla.
A guy takes his greenhorn wife hunting on a ranch. When they reach their deer blinds, the guy says, “If you shoot a deer, be sure not to let somebody else say he’s the one who shot it. Otherwise, he’ll take the deer from you. The deer belongs to whoever shoots it.”
The guy goes to his own blind. Ten minutes later, he hears his wife shooting from her blind nearby. He rushes over and finds her pointing her rifle at a cowboy who’s hollering, “All right, lady, all right--you can have the damn deer! Just let me get my saddle off it!”
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