Today we were travelling north to the Monument Valley near the Utah border.
We woke reasonably late following the feast and free flowing wine the night before. After gathering ourselves and our luggage, we headed down to our hotel dining room for breakfast, where we enjoyed scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. We were making our way to northern Arizona, where we were visiting the Monument Valley.
We wandered the site with almost no other tourists, yet strangely the place seemed crowded. I’m not sure if it was the sheer size of the place, or whether the masses congregated in one area and didn’t venture far from the main desert.
We headed over Lions Bridge. Feeling refreshed after an espresso, we walked a short distance to the small but welcoming fry bread stand, then descended into the local souvenir store.
We visited the impressive ruins, then walked to the calm and diminutive valley, which is surrounded on all sides by solid, plateau mountain structures. I marvelled at the decision to leave this place in the midst of theArizona desert, but I loved the fact that it remains intact.
We were exhausted after a long day of travel, so we headed back to the hotel and crashed. I had low expectations about Page as a city, but after the walking tour I absolutely did not mind the place. This was an easy city to navigate – despite its ugly, staunch and stolid surrounds. Page has a very average facade as you enter the city, but once you lose yourself in the old town area, everything changes.