Today was simply amazing. More warm times with dear Deb and then her son Scott met us at the airport for quick catch up and promises of coming to SB for a visit. Then with some trepidation we launched into strong gusty winds and scattered rain squalls, to try for Monument Valley. Almost immediately we were treated to beautiful desert views at Jemez.
Now to me this is an interesting photo. Shadows and light, colors and shapes, and that shaggy sky created by the distant rain squall. But just wait until you see the rest of the very few pix from today’s collection of 1209 – the most per mile we’ve ever shot in a day. It’s amazing to look at each one and remember being there. On the way to Monument Valley I realized a short detour would take us for another look at Chaco Canyon, so we got new views of the ancient site.
Those tiny dots at the lower left edge of the curve are people apparently about to get a tour of the ruins. A crazy angular seasonal creek seems to defy explanation.
Much of the flight was bumpy due to hot air rising in patches from the desert floor and winds mixing aloft, along with the scattered squalls that happily didn’t include any thunderstorms on our path. But the battalion of dust devils in this valley is one example of the areas we avoided flying through on our own slightly zigzag route.
Then our flight really began to overwhelm us with spectacular views as we chanced upon the Red Rock area.
The enormous stone blade standing at the lower-left of this pic adds to the already interesting sculpted butte beyond. Then on cue a squall line started to dust the landscape dotted with pools of light where sunlight blinked through.
The earth colors somehow washed up into the clouds at the right of this next pic.
I like the play of light on the foreground carved cliffs in this pic.
So many of our pix from this day are delightful for us to look at, and they take us right back to the moment.
I even caught this distant dusting of snow (click for a better look), melting minutes after the fast moving squall has frosted the rocks.
Then a mini-haboob menacing another path we didn’t take.
Nearly all of these hazards were on one side or the other as if guiding us on a destined tour of the four corners region. The few hazards we did need to detour around only served to increase the beauty unfolding along our enchanted way. So many more beautiful sights (and pix) I won’t share here. Then what we imagined at takeoff to be our destination: magnificent Monument Valley.
This ring of spires standing in a family circle formed a welcoming party for our tour of the valley. The textures and shapes here are far beyond what words can convey.
Even this wider view of a large portion of the main sculpture garden can’t compare with being immersed in the whole panorama.
Some of the stones defy logic, like the one at left with an angular hole clear through it.
It’s easy to see faces and other human shapes in these ancient stones, making us wonder if ever in the dim past humans or some other hand had worked them.
The back of the “Egyptian falcon” spire at the right in this pic even has a square window!
One last view, as we left the valley headed for Flagstaff. We saw many deep winding water cuts into rock like this, so I included this one for your enjoyment.
The show certainly didn’t stop here, but it’s late and we may backtrack a little to fly over the Grand Canyon tomorrow before turning toward home. What a day this has been!
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