I left Moab for Sedona-well a suburb called Oak Creek.
For a while there were Red Rocks.
If you look closely to the one above you can see the many layers that formed this bluff.
There was a natural arch- I really do not understand how theses form but there are lots of them.
After this I was back to scrub brush again. For most of the day I really had absolutely NO idea where I was except the general "somewhere in Utah" or "somewhere in New Mexico."
I followed the GPS through twists and turns on FLAT back roads.
One thing about traveling backroads is that it is extremely difficult to find a place to buy lunch. (As Michelle Obama said you get to realize the value and consistency of a McDonalds hamburger!) Finally, somewhere on the Navajo nation I found a Burger King. Then it was back on the "where am I and where am I going" road. When you finally reach Interstate 40 it's almost cause for cheers! A short while later I was checking into my hotel for the next two nights. Exhausted and starving.
