So we made it out alive. It was scary at times, but we did make it out alive. We chatted a bit with this couple from Germany before loading up in the Suburban. As soon as the German dude saw the truck he came over and started chatting again. I guess he flew into the states, bought a GM van and is wandering around the western US. He was intrigued by the sound of the truck when I started it. He could not believe the mileage I was getting out of this compared to his van. When we left, we headed past the scenic SRP Navajo Generating Station:
We had to head down 98 to hook up with 160 and go through Kayenta as there are no roads that go east out of Page. Before reaching Kayenta we went under a bridge. I didn't know what it was, but I took a pic of it to remind me to research it when we got home. Come to find out, this is the conveyor that hauls the coal off of the mesa where it is mined and out to a loading hopper where it gets loaded on an electric train and sent to the NGS. I noticed the tracks had a power line directly over the tracks and wondered what the deal with that was. When we got home I figured it all out. What a great setup. This is the conveyor bridge:
Once in Kayenta, we took 163 north out of town. We soon came upon this:
Shortly after that we came upon this sight:
Flagstaff, hell, we made it to Utah!! The truck is running like a well oiled Singer sewing machine. A large, diesel powered, turbocharged, four wheel drive sewing machine, but a sewing machine nonetheless.
Wow.
Amazing sights everywhere. Unbelievable. We have all seen pictures and movies of the area, but nothing conveys the beauty of the horizon-to-horizon views available everywhere. Wow.
In my conversation with the German guy, he said to go to the Monument Valley visitor center, take pics and bail. He stated with much emphasis to NOT go down the trail. It was the worst road he had ever been on!! It was awful. Don't do it. There is nothing to see down the trail worth subjecting your vehicle to the horrible trail. Must be bad??
Well, always being one to heed the warnings given, we decided to try the trail. Live dangerously. Safety third. Let's go!!
There are some great views to be had from the trail. This monument is called the three sisters: I don't see the female form in it, but then again I was not consulted when they were named.
The reason I subjected my vehicle to the worst road the German guy had ever been on was because toward the end was something I really wanted to see. John Ford Point. The indian on the horse was taken here. In fact, there was a brokendown looking horse in a small cage the you could pay two dollars to have your picture taken on it. I couldn't bring myself to do that to the horse. I settled for a picture of the point, sans horse:
I like this pic:
North of the valley. I think the monument on the right looks like it is giving the finger??
So how bad was the road?? Pretty nice actually. Had some washboard, but nothing to write home about. They must have roads paved with pillows in Germany for this to be the worst he had ever been on. There is a road coming up in our journey that would have pushed him so far that he would have parked his van and walked.