I was really tired of hiking after the Delicate Arch but because the Landscape Arch wasn’t a long walk, I got myself out of the car and saw it.

Here it is from a distance.

The sun was sort of in the wrong place-I would have preferred to have had the sun shining on the arch but it’s kind of dramatic if you stand in the right place.

There were men up at the arch with enormous equipement to do a movie for IMAX as you can see. We saw them carrying really heavy things on sticks. It took four people just to carry one piece. The glamour of the film business.

We wanted to see what is called the Delicate Arch while in Arches National Park and it turned out to be a pretty hard hike but worth it.

We saw these Indian pictographs on the way to the arch. They aren’t that ancient as they show the Indians riding on horses and they didn’t have horses until the Spanish arrived. Still, it’s a thrill to see them.

Part of the hiking trail. I was amazed to see parent carrying toddlers in those back carriers, young kids whining their way up wanted to be carried by their parents and, once at the top, moms nursing their babies.

And here it is in all of its glory.

Looking up from underneath.

A view without any people in it which was hard to get-sort of like trying to get a photo of the pyramid at the Louvre.

We took a really great, but difficult, tour of an area in Arches National Park called the Fiery Furnace led by a park ranger named Anna. She was full of information about the formation of the area and got us up and down some tough places.

The park is full of over 2000 arches. This was a double one called the skull which you have to look at upside down to see where the name came from.

This is Maurice. As you can see, we had to slide down on our fannies to get down. We had to shimmy our way over a crevice too with our feet on one side and our hands on a high wall on the other.

A look at some of the rock columns with a “clock”-can you see it?

Walking along with the rest of the group.

The view at one point. Such a beautiful area.

As we left Moab clouds gathered on the horizon and and it was very windy. We were headed back to Arizona and going through the beautiful Monument Valley deep in Navajo country and, as we neared, could barely see those famous peaks.

Here it was in the distance like a hazy scene in Wizard of Oz. notice the bad looking highway. We weren’t on a interstate all day and some of those small highways can be really bumpy.

A little closer.

Here is the scene from the tourist center. Imagine it in clear air. I was thinking that maybe the sunset would be incredible with the dust in the air but we didn’t wait to see. When we arrived at the center we had to park quite a distance away and run through the strong wind and dust then back to the car. I had dust in my mouth, hair and ears. We went through lots of blowing dust back on the road but, luckily, not one of those storms that totally obscure vision and lead to wrecks. We did end up with a huge tumble weed on our front bumper but it eventually blew off.

There was a really nice gift shop inside the tourist center with all sort of Indian objects for sale-I saw a guy in line to buy what looked like a real arrow-and I sort of like these figures in the window with part of Monument Valley in the background.

I visited an old friend and her husband, in fact, my room mate in college, in the town of Red Lodge, Montana north of Yellowstone Park. They live in a beautiful house in a beautiful region.


This was just one view from their place early one morning.

I liked this metal sign at the entrance of a ranch near them.

There were some great shops in the town. This shop was called Twice Touched and was full of interesting pieces and wonderfully decorated.

Lots of old quilts and other objects.

This was for sale in another shop.

An old movie theater had been made into a candy shop. It was a very long area and also full of antique things.

Of course, I had to take a photo of this store window. It was full of a lot of clothing made by the owner including lacy chaps.

We next headed to Yellowstone Park. The last time I was there I was a little girl and Maurice has been there before too but, then, he has been to most places in the US. He has only missed North and South Dakota-more than I’ve seen.

There are beautiful scenes of water and rivers as you enter the park from the West.

Our first visit was to Old Faithful, a geyser which used to be more on time but is now about one hour and twenty five minutes between eruptions, plus or minus ten minutes.

Here it is going off. It was almost ten minutes late. From old photos that I saw, I think it used to be higher too.

Another geyser area. It’s so unusual to have all of that heat and power so close to the crust of the earth.

The Grand Canyon of Yellowstone.

The top of a waterfall.

The waterfall from a distance.

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