After getting unpacked and marvelling at the view from our hotel room, we went to the restaurant for dinner. Monument Valley is on a Navajo reservation, which is a dry nation so there was no alcohol with dinner - Jon had milk and i had an iced tea :-)
The restaurant shares the same amazing view of the valley, and has huge windows. While we ate there was a native Indian fellow playing the flute, it was really nice.
That morning we got up early and went out for the scenic drive round the valley floor. Jon took quite a bit of film, and I took a few pictures:
Then it was on to the drive to Zion Park, which couldn't be more different really! We went from elevation of 8000 feet, down to 2000 which both me and Jon thought you could actually feel. When we were up at Monument Valley and Grand Canyon, we both had to keep taking extra breaths every so often, and I kept getting a fluttery heartbeat.
This is a picture of the Valley we drove through to get to our motel, (I didn't take this picture, I didn't get many good ones but we did a lot of filming)
That cloud is pretty accurate too - with every twist of the road we got closer and closer to a huge black cloud, and the heavens opened just as we had checked into the hotel. I'd never seen rain like it, like a MONSOON.
I was so concerned I put all our luggage onto the spare bed in case the room flooded, which Jon found hilarious. Won't be laughing when there is a flood and I leave his stuff to float away..........
But I digress! I was right to be concerned, we turned the TV on to watch some Family Guy, and it was interrupted by this awful message thing., The screen went black with white text on, WARNING WARNING! FLASH FLOOD ALERT! SEVERE WEATHER! which looked and sounded like this:
(random example from Youtube)
Bloody horrible! Like something from a sci-fi disaster movie, that's the kind of thing noise and voice I expect to be telling me about impending nuclear doom or alien invasion!
45 minutes later the weather was lovely, and we walked over the road for dinner to a place called Wildcat Willie's Saloon
The whole village (Springdale, Utah) was picturesque, an old southwestern mountain settlement. All the people look tanned, thin and muscular from climbing mountains. We even passed a meadow where buffalo roamed! home on the range.
We got up early again for the drive to Vegas, and I'm typing this entry from the Hard Rock Hotel. Very Very cool. Our room is massive, and I've already cooed over Stevie Nicks' dress from the Tusk tour, Pete Townsend's smashed guitar and Brian Setzer's leopard jacket :-D
We've nipped over to the Flamingo too for a photoshoot in the Wildlife enclosure, in my flamingo dress.
A random photographer lady was walking past and begged to take my picture too, as I'm so damned cute. As Jon put it, he struggled to get my ego back into the challenger to drive back home......