I'm sorry to say that Roswell, NM does not warrant its own blog post. Given the chance to do it again, I would bypass the town and head for Carlsbad Caverns or White Sands Monument. But instead, we had the privilege of camping at Bottomless Lakes State Park, which they should consider renaming "Endless Mosquito Bites State Park," or "Deer Flies That Bite Through Clothing State Park," or any number of things more descriptive. This is how I happened to become the proud owner of one genuine mesh head-net. Jealous?
On to more worthwhile ventures: Arizona. Flagstaff, Grand Canyon, Page. Northern Arizona seeped into my blood and now I desperately want to live there. I know I just moved to a new state, but my next new state will be this one... one day.
From the Grand Canyon South Rim you can see the North Rim. It doesn't look that far. If you had a small plane, a helicopter, some go-go-gadget wings, you could zoom right across. But to drive around the Canyon... now that is an experience you don't want to miss.
One of the few places to get supplies en route to the North Rim is Tuba City. In Tuba City, the only place to buy food is Basha's. And inside of Basha's, signs are written in a strange-looking Native American language (luckily for us, they were also translated into English).
Shortly afterward comes this: the first time I truly doubted the intelligence of my GPS unit. A "shortcut" about 8 miles long, that took us 45 minutes to drive.
But at the end of a very long day, it was worth it. Watching the sunset from the North Rim could make even the most committed atheist second-guess himself.
1 comment:
I LOVE the headgear - didn't look like you were real pleased with the way it looked :-) I'm grateful "White Steel" was worthy of the long cut ! ! ! By the way, you can't go to Northern Arizona till you come back to Atlanta for a full 5 years . . .
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