Those 70ish Girls

I guess you could consider this an epilogue to our big rock viewing adventure.

We took highway 40 from Flagstaff yesterday and then dropped down to 180 at Holbrook. When we saw a sign that said the Petrified Forest National Park was only two miles off the highway we decided to go for it. As my Aunt Ella would say. “We made the right decision.”

The photos I took don’t do these beautiful petrified trees in the Crystal Forest justice. The forest ranger told us that contrary to popular belief, very few of the fallen trees had been taken or stolen. You will notice that it looks like some of them have been cut into perfect sections. The question was, “Who cut them?” The answer was, “No one.” They break into perfect pieces when they fall.

My photos don’t adequately show the variety of beautiful colors in the sparkling interiors.

The forest stretches between highway 40 and 180. Kip and I only saw the quarter mile trail that we walked, but what we saw was awesome.

We spent the night in a little town by the name of Springerville and woke up to much warmer temperatures. Turns out from 6 to 16 doesn’t make much difference. It’s times like these that our dogs wish they were Dollie and wouldn’t have to venture outside.

We’re in New Mexico now and our goal is to make it into Texas before the end of the day. We might make it if we don’t come upon some interesting rocks.