We got a late start out of Santa Fe, so we decided to scratch our original plan to head directly to the Grand Canyon. Instead, we decided to stop at another national park, Petrified Forest, just east of Flagstaff (where we'd be spending the night.)
Since it's Memorial Day, we figured the Grand Canyon would be crowded and we didn't think we'd have enough time to really explore before it got dark. So with our new plan in place, we hit the road.
And eventually crossed the New Mexico border into Arizona.
It took us about 4 and a half hours from Santa Fe to arrive at the park's entrance.
Petrified Forest is named for its many fossils and large amount of petrified wood. It's 146 square miles and feels as if you're in a place that's untouched and ancient. For as far as your eyes can see, it's wide open land. Some areas looked like the mountains were made of colored sand (they call it The Painted Desert) and others were completely white.
There were even areas where you could see petroglyphs, thought to be more than 8,000 years old. You can see some of them on this rock.
You drive a few miles, get out and walk around, and then drive some more. It's amazing how 10 miles can make such a huge difference in the terrain.
The pups had a blast walking around (and running around when no one else was nearby.)
Towards the end of our last hike, Matt had to carry Simon for a bit. He was done. Threw in the towel. Called it a day.
So we decided to head to Flagstaff to our hotel. On the way, we drove down Historic Route 66 through Holbrook, Arizona, which is where they have all sorts of things for sale, like petrified wood (go figure) and dinosaurs.
Yes, wigwams. This site had about 15-20 wigwams for rent. If it weren't in the middle of nowhere, I know Matt would have begged for us to stay. I was completely satisfied by just taking a few pictures.
Next, Route 66 took us through Winslow, Arizona.
So guess what I had to do?
You got it: stand on a corner! And sing The Eagles song, Take It Easy, over and over. And over.
Well, I'm standing on the corner in Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see.
It's a girl my Lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin' down to take a look at me.
You're singing it now, too, aren't you?
Tomorrow we'll head to the Grand Canyon and then see how much further west we can drive before we need to call it a night. Today wore the pups out.
Total miles today: 400.