Around sunset time we were passing through territory that my husband is very familiar with. He grew up in Tuba City on the Navajo Reservation, he isn't Native American, his parents were missionaries there. Anyway, we were between Flagstaff and Tuba City around sunset, my husband's favorite time to drive. My parents had told us to be sure and tell them if we wanted to stop for any pictures along the road. The only thing Kim wanted a picture of was plastic bags caught on the barbed wire cattle fences. He drove that road countless times growing up and was always fascinated by these grocery bags that would blow around and end up getting caught on the barbed wire, destined to be there until they were so wind battered and beaten that they just disintegrated (for lack of a better word). I will admit they are quite beautiful. For some reason we hadn't seen any that day, until we caught a glimpse of these!
These fabulous grain stalks were just at the top of the rise that we had to climb to get back to the van.
Okay, here is something you wouldn't have caught me doing in the film days, taking pictures out the window of a moving vehicle. Since it was digital and gorgeous outside I risked it. I actually did this several times throughout the trip. We stopped often to take pictures but everything was so beautiful I couldn't help myself!
Whew! One day down! It was by far the shortest day but at least I've started the journey.