Here we are in the Bryce Canyon Motel in Panguitch, Utah. Flat Stanley warmed up the computer for me. Isn't our world amazing? I left Phoenix at 8:30 this morning and was in Flagstaff by 10:30. It rained off and on and the forest looked so fresh and green.
After Flagstaff I drove North through the Navajo Nation. What unbelievable country. So desolate, so immense, so beautiful. I made a quick stop in Page and the crossed the Glen Canyon Dam and drove along a bit of Lake Powell. Then on up into Utah. I snapped this photo along the way but I should have made a note of where I was. I can't remember if this was still in Arizona or after I passed into Utah.
And now, here I am in Utah, showing you pictures I took today, and keeping up with my email and my Blog. WOW.
I love the small communities in this part of Utah. They are old Mormon communities with lots of history that I wish I knew more about. This is also Butch Cassidy country. Remember Paul Newman and Robert Redford as "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?" I'm afraid I'm not up on that history either but tomorrow I will go through Circleville where Butch was raised. I might have to make a stop and see if there are any good books available.
I did stop at an antique store in Historic Panguitch before I got my hotel. It was in the old firehouse. Really cool but way to expensive to even consider it. There was a cute horse cookie cutter with a green handle (I love the old green) but she wanted $20.00. I don't think so. So no great things for my art stash today.
Except for the one in my head, that is. How can a person not be inspired by Coral Pink Dunes State Park, Lake Powell, sunflowers along the road, a hawk in flight... so much to remember.
More adventures tomorrow. For now Stanley is going back in the travel journal. Goodnight.