You don’t even realize how much you associate your idea of the great west, of cowboys & indians, with this one spot on the planet. The area feels strangely familiar even though you are obviously just lost in the desert. Hollywood seeping into your memories, diluting your capacity for real thought.

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The whole park lies entirely with the Navajo Indian Reservation on the Utah/Arizona border. A long straight empty road cuts across flat desert as you approach. Until 1,000 foot stark red cliffs on the horizon curving away just in front of you. Love this road, love this drive.

Air feels warm, gritty, generous.

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Monument Valley which is actually not a valley in the conventional sense, but rather it is a wide flat never ending landscape, interrupted only by these high rise, red, red rock formations rising hundreds of feet in the air before you. Towering giants of life coloured earth. They are the very last remnants of sandstone layers that once covered the entire place. Landforms are unforgettable