August 21
It took just an hour to get from Grand Junction to the Arches National Park. We drove there across a moonscape desert, listening to Dylan and breaking the speed limit. It was a mecca of red arches and spires, some like temples, some like castles, some like layered cake. Hard to believe all made entirely by mother nature herself, and constantly evolving. My favourite of course was the one pictured here – the Three Gossips! It was quiet and it was hot, hot, hot. The temperature went up to 103. We had a picnic at Devils Garden and walked as much as we could but it was hard with the heat and the altitude. We were there for 5 hours though and took masses of pics. Few here.
It took just an hour to get from Grand Junction to the Arches National Park. We drove there across a moonscape desert, listening to Dylan and breaking the speed limit. It was a mecca of red arches and spires, some like temples, some like castles, some like layered cake. Hard to believe all made entirely by mother nature herself, and constantly evolving. My favourite of course was the one pictured here – the Three Gossips! It was quiet and it was hot, hot, hot. The temperature went up to 103. We had a picnic at Devils Garden and walked as much as we could but it was hard with the heat and the altitude. We were there for 5 hours though and took masses of pics. Few here.
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