We drove 300 miles today, from Bryce Canyon, through Lake Powell, to the Grand Canyon.
We touched the tip of Lake Powell, near Page, Arizona. It looked like a nice place to go for a boat ride, but that'll have to wait for another time.
Most of our way was through a Navajo Indian reservation. We didn't see any teepees, just some mobile homes (or otherwise shabby dwellings) scattered here and there. It was probably the most boring road we drove so far. There was one exciting moment, when an alpaca appeared out of nowhere, jumped into the road in front of us, and then jumped back off. Dr. Noa Doolittle says that it had an angry look in its eyes, as if someone had hurt its pride. I just think we're lucky we didn't hit it.
When we finally approached Grand Canyon, there were Indians in every scenic lookout, selling jewelry and other Indian paraphernalia. So that's what they're doing all day in the middle of nowhere!
The Canyon itself is grand indeed. Unfortunately, it was a cloudy day, so the photos didn't come out very good.
We're going to stay two nights in this area, so tomorrow we'll go on a hike on the canyon's rim, and hopefully manage to take some better pictures.
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