Leaving Flagstaff, I drove through Navajo land. Pines gave way to red earth, orange, white, and black sandstone. The sun was yellow and bright, light heating everything. Towers of orange, tiny green and brown will go on forever. Following the guide, we dropped into a mouth of sandstone, long ago swirling in the wind, now frozen in place. Dancing spotlight, dust specks floating against the dusty, orange brown skin of the walls, they enclose and open like they are still moving.
The drive up from Tucson was 4 hours of long, and sometimes strange and sometimes boring. I drove into Flagstaff and went to the Hotel Monte Vista. This hotel was built in 1927 and is slightly haunted. The Monte Vista Cocktail lounge was a dark, long bar that had a following of the strange and on this night the few. A few with salt and lime was perfect. Johnny Cash, Depeche Mode, and the Red Hot Chilli Peppers was the sounds of the evening. I then returned to my room. My room was the Siouxsie Sioux room, Siouxsie of the Siouxsie and the banshie fame. It was also haunted. Some guy, who happened to be a butcher, died in the room and then all sorts of stories and sightings in the room, including blood and meat hanging from the ceiling. Hmmm well, after my visit to the lounge, I fell into a deep sleep and never noticed the smell of meat or bacon. Today it's off to Page, and Antelope canyon.