Arizona

I awoke early and headed west into Arizona. My first stop was at the petrified forest national park, amazing. Trees of stone. So well preserved that you can see every knot, every twist in the grain, every growth ring. From there I drove to the meteor crater. Strangely it is not a national park as I had believed, but is privately owned. Boom. Right in the middle of the flat plain rises this giant crater. From there I drove north to the Grand Canyon. I climbed down over the safety railings and clinging like a gecko to the rocks made my way several hundred yards down into the canyon. From there I could view the canyon undisturbed by the thousands of tourists.
It was the perfect time of day, the sun was setting and the clouds pushing by cast changing shadows on the canyon floor. As evening drew to a close I left the canyon and drove south west to the little town of Kingman where I rented a hotel room and slept on a bed for the first time in over 3 years. The next day I got ready for my drive into Nevada.