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.

I had two things happen that I think are interesting stories. I keep thinking about them anyway. They both happened in Red Lodge, Montana.
The first one happened when we stopped at a laundromat to do some washing. We had just put our clothes in the washing machine and were sitting down to read the paper when a man entered. He was tall, gray haired and wore cowboy jeans and a cowboy hat. He sat down and turned on the TV without putting any clothing in the machines. Then he asked who had the car with the Arizona license plates. When I told him that it was us, he was off. We heard all sorts of interesting stories. He had skied in the area and, I think, was pretty near to being Olympic material. He said he skied with Jean Claud Killy, a famous French skier who won three gold Olympic medals in 1968. He was involved in the making of some skies with Leo Lacroix and he was good friends with a famous skier named Spider iSavitch who was killed by the French ex wife of Andy Williams. We heard all about his skiing and the fact that he attended school in Los Angeles. Because he was so handsome I asked him if he had ever acted. He gave me a surprised look and asked me why in the world I had asked him that. I said just because he had lived in LA and he told me that, indeed, he had been in a small part for a few days in the soap opera, The Young and the Restless, and had been amazed by how handsome in real life David Haselbeck had been. He went on a bit, here and there, about people with money but I had the feeling he had been raised in a wealthy family. He told me that he lived a couple of miles up the road in a cabin. Our clothes were dry by then and we folded them while he still talked on. I had to cut him short and tell him we had to go. Maurice found it interesting that he came to a laundromat just to watch TV. I just found him fascinating.

The second tale is one I overheard while having our breakfast at a hotel in Red Lodge. Two men sat next to each other and one man asked the other if he had the motorcycle across the road, a BMW, which he did. They were off exchanging various routes they had taken and what had happened. One man was taking his motorcycle to Santa Barbara. The other said he had come up over Bear Tooth Pass (which Maurice and I had just gone over) and he stopped because it was so windy. While he was resting, his helmet blew off of his cycle and down a mountain. He ran down to get it and while down the hill, heard a crash and got up the hill to find his cycle blown over. The motorcycle weighed 650 pounds and he couldn’t get it up by himself so he had to wave for help and a nice man stopped and helped him get it back up. This, among many other reasons, is why I won’t let Maurice rent a Harley Davidson.




All photos are from the home of my room mate from college many years ago. It was fun to be together again and reconnect.

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.

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