Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Painted Desert

Wednesday, September 21st - Winslow, AZ

Howard and I.... Standing on a street corner in Winslow, Arizona.

The Winslow Fire Department showed up to see what we were up to.  (not really, they showed up to wash off Winslow's most famous corner).

From Winslow, we continued on to the Painted Desert and Petrified Forest National Park.  The petrified forest was created when Cretaceous forest were covered in silt and then silica laden water fossilized the wood.  After the equatorial grasslands became a desert and erosion uncovered the forest.

No lid law in Arizona!  After being hit yesterday I wouldn't ride on the highway without one, but while we're tooling around the National park it's nice.  In fact, I don't think you could have the same experience with a helmet on or in a car.

Hopi ruins in the park.

Petroglyphs near the ruins.  I think it's an elaborate "Bear Naked" cereal ad.  Howard thinks that it's 1100 m.e. graffiti.  Westside!

The Agate Bridge.  An intact petrified log that had the limestone beneath it washed away.  In the 1900's preservationists erected masonry columns to support it.  Later in the 1910's it was replaced with this concrete support.

As we travel on towards New Mexico things begin to get green again.

And in due course dad's exhaust mount failed and lost its self along highway 60.  So we deliberated what to do, as we do, over a couple of beers and a French Dip at Java Blue.  The solution?  A chuck of dowel rod and a couple of hose clamps and we're back on the road.

Does it get better than this?

No it doesn't, particularly when rain is just around the corner.

So once again, we ended the night, in the middle of the night.  Freezing, with rain suits on, in Mountainair, New Mexico.  After 30 miles of pitch black, loose gravel with just enough time to eat taco's at the only restaurant in town, and retire to warm bed at the Mountainair Inn.


  1. Winslow, AZ - so where's the "girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford"?

  2. On the wall behind us.