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You know how when you’ve heard all about how great and wonderful some movie is, and all your friends have told you that you just have to see it because it’s the best movie ever, and it’s won all of these awards for “best this” and “best that,” and you finally . . . → Read More: Day 7: The Grand Canyon And Back To Vegas In the morning, a sugar coating of snow had fallen, lightly covering the rocks. Ahead of us the canyon forked into two; from the riverbed a red rock spire rose a thousand feet into the air. Low clouds, or high fog, brushed its top. I held my breath. Looking up at a rock . . . → Read More: Day 6: Canyon de Chelly And Hubbell Trading Post I pulled into Cortez, Colorado, the night of Day 4, found a cheap motel and took myself to dinner at a place with a dumb name but an abundance of good online reviews, Tequila’s. It did not disappoint. My fajitas were fabulous — and the waiters were cute. I’m a sucker for dark-haired . . . → Read More: Day 5: Mesa Verde Monument Valley is a place that lends itself to deja vu. It’s been a setting for dozens of movies, ranging from old Westerns like “Stagecoach” to “Forrest Gump” and my personal favorite, “Thelma and Louise.” So when I drove into the valley, which lies along the Utah-Arizona border in the Navajo Nation, it . . . → Read More: Day 4: Monument Valley I actually saw turkeys — wild turkeys — on Thanksgiving Day. I was riding the shuttle up the canyon in Zion National Park, it was pouring rain, I was the only passenger, and the bus driver was talking my ear off. She interrupted her personal narrative to point them out: “Look, turkeys.” She . . . → Read More: Day 3: Thanksgiving In Zion National Park Rather than do one giant post that encapsulates my week-long Southwest trip, I thought I’d split it into days. I’m still in the process of editing photos, too. I woke up the morning of my birthday unsure if I wanted to go through with my plans. I love traveling — and have wanted . . . → Read More: Day 1: My Birthday At Bellagio in Las Vegas Seven days. Five states. (Not including states of mind, which were numerous.) 1,415 miles. Three national parks. Two Indian reservations. Several historic sites and monuments. I returned Tuesday morning from an epic trip to the Southwest, one I’ve dreamed of for a long time. It was wonderful. I finally saw the Grand Canyon. . . . → Read More: My Birthday Trip To The Southwest |
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