Monument Valley.. The trip to Utah border
again, the resized pictures are cut off for some reason I don't want to bother finding out, so click http://blog.myspace.com/azlinatalib for the full view..
Wednesday 14 Sept
The day starts out pretty good, I drive us to Monument Valley which is
about 3 hours away.. Believe me, it can get boring driving, if you're
travelling at 65 mph.. So I make it interesting.. I speed. HAH! Some
highway patrolman pulls me over.. No, he was coming from the opposite
direction, so he literallly just started driving ON MY LANE.. And
forced me to the shoulder of the road. Once by my side, he goes in this
mean seargent like voice : "Speed limit is 65mph, not 85 mph" .. Well.
That sucks Mr. highwayguy. Nways. He doesn't gimme a ticket or
anything, just warns me that a huge oversized trailer is going to come
my way, and I should stop speeding. Well I would stop speeding if only
you would raise the speed limit! Hahaha.. Denial
Well we got there.. ANd for me it was just an amazing feat to have
accomplished. I kept thinking back to the days we were in Missouri, I
thought No way in hell could we ever make the journey here. And again
in NYC, talking to Mary, looking at her pictures.. It just seemed
impossible that we would ever be able to experience that for ourselves.
And yet here we were, right smack in the middle of the Mojave Indian
Reservation, driving our rented car (not in some crappy tour).. It was
soo surreal.. It really goes to show, dreaming big is no wasted effort..

Car in desert..
The rocks were a magical splendour of nature. The formations were
incredibly pretty for something that came out of nothing but wind
erosion. The Mesa was table- like rocks.. The Bhutte (Pronounced Byiut)
were the ones that had been eroded to sticks that stuck out. And
after even further erosion they were called something else I can't
remember.

The Rock formation at the back is called The Three Sisters.. The two at the sides are what they call Bhuttes..

And something as big as this is a Mesa...

If you look reaaaal close, you'll see me sitting on the ledge..
Being in the midst of the desert was an unforgetable experience.
Everywhere I looked was sand and Red Rocks formations. Felt like I was
starring in some wild wild west movie. We didn't know that climbing/
hiking up the rocks were considered trespassing, so yeah, we did
trespass into the Indian reservations. Cool huh?!? Hahahaha..

That's us trespassing.. Hahaha.. Fun climb though..

GeeeDEEeeeeeUppppp!!!!!!!

EEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love this picture...
We started to make our way back at about 6, arrived in Flagstaff where
we had been staying at about 9. Went out for dinner with Mark, the guy
that let us stay in his girlfriend's house for the 2 days we were
there. Made a new friend, learnt a lot about the Indians, like how they
were an independant sovereign nation within the Unites States. They
were bounded by the federal law, but not to the state law. They made
their own law, and anyone within their land were subjected to the ways
of their laws.

All of us with Mark..
Thank God they're not violent people.. The one lady I talked to that
was from the Mojave mountains explained that they only killed animals
for necessity, and even then they make use of every part that they
don't eat as they possibly can, so the animal does not die in vain.
They lead a pretty simple life, and are mostly supported in the
American economy by tourism. I bought a dreamcatcher from her,
autographed and all :)

My dreamcatcher :) Everyone is in the photo, Me, Icky, and Catherine is in the mirror :)
























































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