Because we hadn't had enough bad food, we decided to seek out a little hole in the wall promising authentic Navajo food. I pity the poor Navajo. Greasy, bland, in every way not good. And to add insult to injury, the Navajo nation doesn't allow the sale of alcohol, so we couldn't even drown our sorrows in an ice-capped martini.
Next morning on to the valley, Very monumental, as promised. Unfortunately, our car is so loaded with John's stuff that we were advised not to try to traverse the unpaved road that leads among the monuments themselves. So all pictures were taken from afar. Still, many amazing sights. Here are some very non-monumental, postage-stamp tastes.
We nicknamed this one "The Owl".
Panorama of the entrance to the valley.
The famous West Mitten.
It's far more monumental when you're there.
One of O's cousins came to say hello.
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